Roswell, outside the Gunsmith, Shooting Range.

"Did he get in?"

Chen Jianqiu asked while studying the structure of the gun with a brand-new rifle in his hand.

Beside him was a wooden table with a few guns and some bullets.

"Well, yes, Cronin trusts him a lot now, it's like a right-hand man." Asuka replied, who was standing aside.

The "he" in their mouths is, of course, Hawley, who has infiltrated the Knights of Labor.

Asuka told Chen Jianqiu the news from Holly one by one.

These include Cronin's left-leaning political views, as well as disagreements with the headquarters of the Knights of Labor and other unions in California.

Chen Jianqiu let out an "oh".

He was somewhat unimpressed with the claims of the American trade unions in this era.

These propositions, often made by the founders of the unions, are primitive, instinctive and deeply personal.

It's an American-style oddity.

The most modern tendencies are cloaked in the most medieval ones, while the most democratic, even rebellious, spirits are hidden under a superficial, but in fact powerless, tyranny.

In addition, all kinds of cows, ghosts, gods, and snakes mixed into the team with their own purposes.

Therefore, Chen Jianqiu always believes that they lack sufficient vision and theoretical height.

At least, he believes that at the jieji level, there should be no distinction between nationalities.

It would be a shame to use this as a means to strengthen yourself.

At this point, Chen Jianqiu did not agree.

"Let him continue to lurk, and if he needs any help, communicate with Hanif in time. The first thing is to keep yourself safe and reduce contact if necessary. ”

Chen Jianqiu admonished.

At the same time, he picked up a magazine with five rounds embedded in it from the wooden table beside him and pressed it into the magazine.

Chen Jianqiu pushed the bolt forward and rotated it ninety degrees to the side.

Then he raised the gun in his hand and pulled the trigger on the bottle that was being targeted in the distance.

"Bang!"

There was a deafening gunshot, and the bottle was shattered.

Chen Jianqiu pulled the bolt back.

All I could hear was a crisp click.

Yellow shells bounced out of the magazine.

The second bullet was loaded.

He pulled the trigger again.

Without any suspense, the bottle shattered again.

It's really comfortable, and sure enough, pulling the big bolt is a man's romance.

"Not bad." Chen Jianqiu touched the body of the gun and said to Browning on the side, "It's much easier to use than the tubular magazine last time." ”

Browning's mind was full of question marks.

He hadn't yet introduced to Chen Jianqiu how to use this gun.

Why is your boss so skilled?

More than two years ago, he made the first prototype gun of smokeless gunpowder cartridges, but because it was a tubular magazine, he was wildly ridiculed by Chen Jianqiu.

But that gun, named "Roswell 1882", is now selling very well in the United States.

It also reached Europe, where it was said that the French were considering mass production to equip their own troops.

But Chen Jianqiu still asked him to adopt a cassette magazine and further improve it.

His boss told him that he would draw a diagram for him.

But when Browning actually got the so-called schematic diagram, the whole person was stupid.

Can this also be called a painting?

It's too abstract.

In the end, it was the forgery technician, the art forgery expert, and the only painter in Roswell, who drew the schematic diagram based on Chen Jianqiu's description and previous "abstract works".

In this way, it took Browning almost two years to get the prototype gun out.

Chen Jianqiu painted the Gew.98, the father of the 98K, with a fixed double-row magazine and a rotating rear-pull bolt.

Of course, he couldn't tell whether he was painting his father or his son.

However, Browning still drew the gourd in the same way.

Chen Jianqiu, who "learned" from the French and then "referenced" the Germans, did not feel guilty as a traverser.

"You try." Chen Jianqiu handed the gun in his hand to Camilla behind him.

Under Chen Jianqiu's guidance, Camilla also tried to shoot a few rounds and was satisfied with the performance of the gun.

"Go back and ask them to equip you with a scope, it's much better than the one you used to have." Chen Jianqiu said.

He glanced at the other rifles on the table.

When his gaze swept to one of them, he was happy.

Chen Jianqiu picked up the gun and pondered it repeatedly.

Isn't this Model 8?

The gun was a semi-automatic rifle, and if in the original timeline, the great gunsmith-designer Browning would not have come out until more than twenty years later.

The reason is very simple, at that time, neither the military nor the civilian population of various countries were too interested in automatic weapons and semi-automatic weapons.

It is one thing to feel unstable, and another is to be conservative.

Besides, isn't he fragrant with a lever rifle?

He glanced at Browning next to him, and wanted to laugh.

If he hadn't forced this genius designer to develop a semi-automatic weapon, he would never have imagined that he had such potential.

"The gun is too complex, it's prone to problems in harsh environmental conditions, and the parts are extremely difficult to handle and the cost is high, so."

Browning's implication is that the price of this gun is high, and it is okay to use it for rich people to hunt and play, but it is better to count on selling it to the army to make money.

He didn't understand why his boss wanted to research this with no market prospects.

"Don't sell this thing yet, get some and send it to the detective agency." Chen Jianqiu played with the gun, "You continue to research and improve." ”

Browning touched his nose.

He really didn't want to continue working on automatic and semi-automatic weapons, which was time-consuming and labor-intensive.

However, Chen Jianqiu pulled him aside and gave him a reason that he couldn't refuse.

The share has gone up again.

Who is going to have trouble with money?

"That's it, why don't you get a pistol first," Chen Jianqiu looked at the thinning hair on Browning's head, "It's easier to get a pistol." ”

If it continues like this, I'm afraid that if the good weapon doesn't come out, Browning's scalp will be lost first.

"What, you're going to change your gun again?" Browning looked at Chen Jianqiu with a look of despair.

"Why do you say 'again'?" Chen Jianqiu patted Browning on the shoulder.

He lifted his clothes, revealing the two golden Colts, and said with a grin.

"Didn't I use these two all the time?"

"Automatic pistols, there must be a market." Chen Jianqiu said, "We want to make a lot of money, right?" ”

"As for me, I'm not in a hurry at all, these two guns are quite easy to use, and I don't plan to change them, after all, I have feelings, but"

Browning breathed a long sigh of relief, but before he could fully exhale this breath, he was startled by Chen Jianqiu's "but".

"You'll have to help me change these two guns."

"You'll have to help me see if there's a quicker way to reload, like just reloading the nest or something."

"The airtightness of the gun couldn't be better."

"Can you get some more powerful bullets?"

"Eh, eh, master, are you listening to me?"

Browning's eyes were empty, he looked at the target in front of him, and then at the two revolvers in Chen Jianqiu's holster.

What about "easy to use"?

He stroked his hair and sighed deeply.

The enemy of hair is always Party A, especially the rich Party A.