He Muqing promised to help Qin Feng find the person who sent the courier, saying that he would give him the result in the shortest possible time and let him go back and wait for news.

Qin Feng returned to the Qin Mansion, and before he could open the door of his office, he was pulled by Hou Bao to the underground laboratory.

"Uncle Hou, didn't I say it, I don't know much about engines, gearboxes and other things, you can just tell Hui'er if you have anything, you don't need to ask for my opinion. He was afraid that the old man would hold on to him and Mei Hui again.

The title of the future father-in-law is really funny, and the result of the discussion between the beautiful president and the godfather is that Qin Feng continues to call Hou Bao Uncle Hou.

Of course, it's okay to call a few times in private to let the old man have a good time.

Hou Bao smiled and said, "It's not about those things that you are not interested in, I am going to give you something, you will definitely like it." ”

Looking at the old man's mysterious appearance, Qin Feng shrugged, Brother Xindao's favorite thing, in his pocket, was the dagger Firefall.

Hou Bao solemnly opened a silver-white metal box, and there was a pistol that had been carbonized on the outside.

The size of the pistol is slightly longer than that of ordinary guns, mainly reflected in the front barrel part, the shape of the grip is very user-friendly, and the sleeve has a standard Picatinny rail, which can be equipped with laser sights, tactical lights, etc.

"How do you think of giving a pistol, don't you know, Uncle Hou, I have long wanted to talk about my previous life?" Qin Feng said, in his opinion, since he was out of the identity of the killer of Death Island, he should no longer have this kind of weapon.

Besides, isn't the Celestial Empire, under the rule of harmony, prohibiting individuals from possessing weapons?

Was the old man's head kicked by a donkey, Qin Feng couldn't help but think.

Hou Bao said with a smile: "It's not easy to talk about baibai with your previous life. For example, if you have a conflict with Shengmen, they will definitely not give up, and if you don't have a weapon to take advantage of, you will definitely suffer a big loss. ”

Think about it, whether it was in the suburbs last time, or in the urban village, or last night's big battle, it must be beneficial to have a gun in your hand.

He picked up the pistol, the carbonized coating on the surface of the gun was very comfortable to the touch, even if the palm of his hand was sweaty, it would not lose accuracy due to slipping. The pistol weighed a little less than expected, indicating that a lot of composite materials were used.

"I've never seen it anywhere. Qin Feng can't put it down, although he hasn't tested the gun yet, but with the excellent feel and his understanding of firearms, he is completely sure that this is a good gun.

Hou Bao haha smiled: "Of course you haven't seen it, this is what I made, and that's all." ”

"Is it?" Qin Feng skillfully disassembled the pistol, and sure enough, there was no number on each part, the barrel was made of the most haode chromium-molybdenum alloy steel, with fine rifling inside, the processing technology of metal parts such as firing pins, springs, and striking irons was great, and the other parts were mostly made of composite materials, which ensured the strength while also reducing the weight of the whole gun.

The magazine is also made of composite materials, so there is no need to worry about the jamming phenomenon caused by insufficient tension spring strength, and the ammunition capacity is 20 rounds, which is a standard 9mm bullet.

The Type 92 pistol taken from the corpse of the special police officer was only loaded with 12 rounds of the original 15 rounds of capacity because the quality of the clamp tension spring was not up to par, so as to increase the tension of the tension spring, didn't you know that it almost killed Qin Dashao.

Hou Bao continued: "I deliberately used a long barrel, which is one-third longer than the average pistol, and the bullet is also specially made, so the range can reach 200 meters!"

Qin Feng's eyes widened, with a range of 200 meters, that was a big killer!

You must know that the firing range of the general pistol is 50 meters, even if it is a five-four pistol called the Great Black Star, at most sixty or seventy meters, it will be terrible. The submachine gun has a range of about 150~200 meters, and it is incredible that a pistol can hit so far.

Seeing his expression of disbelief, Hou Bao said proudly: "You forget, I am a doctor of physics, and we are well-equipped here, and it is a piece of cake to make a pistol with excellent performance." ”

The gun is precisely constructed, with an elongated barrel and a special rifling, which allows it to shoot even the most common 9mm bullets at an effective range of 100 meters.

The bullet is a special bottom exhaust projectile, which is mostly found on artillery shells, and is definitely a feat when used on bullets with a diameter of no more than one centimeter.

The warhead has an intricately patterned notch, which also has the effect of increasing range and increasing stability.

In addition, the gunpowder in the cartridge case was added with several other substances, which increased the thrust and reduced the muzzle flame.

In addition to a pistol, four magazines, and four hundred rounds of ammunition, there are also accessories such as mufflers, low-light sights, laser sights, tactical lights, and infrared rangefinders, which are also made by Hou Bao.

"Are you interested in trying guns?" asked Hou Bao with a smile.

"Of course!" Qin Feng began to load the bullet skillfully, Hou Bao hung a paper target, pressed the button, and the paper target ran towards the fifty-meter channel on its own.

Loading, opening the insurance, raising the gun, aiming, a complete set of actions, Qin Feng did it in one go. His grip on the gun was very steady, and with the rhythm of his breathing, he flicked his index finger and the trigger ran backwards.

Consciously aiming, unconsciously firing, this is a skill that a haode gunner must master.

The bullet whizzed out and hit the bull's-eye.

The recoil of the pistol was not large, Qin Feng got used to it at one time, and he pulled the trigger one after another.

Boom...... Boom......

Bang bang ...... Bang bang ......

Bang bang bang...... Bang bang bang......

The frequency of the design became faster and faster, and by Zuihou, he had almost fired all the remaining bullets at once.

Hou Bao was dumbfounded, there is still such a gun, it's too fast, right?

In his opinion, no matter how Haode gunner, when using a new gun, there must be a process of adaptation.

When he saw the paper target, he was even more shocked that he didn't drop his eyeballs on the ground, could he not shoot so accurately, all 20 bullets were fired at the bull's-eye! The black area with a diameter of no more than eight centimeters was full of bullet holes, and they were all about to be broken.

Qin Feng checked the barrel of the gun unhurriedly and was sure that there were no bullets in it, so he spoke: "It's really good, Uncle Hou, you don't go to work in a military industrial enterprise, it's really too condescending!"

Hou Bao replied without thinking: "You are so good marksman, it's a pity not to be a killer! Xiaofeng, if we set up a killer company in private, it will definitely be faster than doing legitimate business to make money!"

Qin Feng's face was black, can we not open any pot and mention which pot, my brother finally got out of Death Island, and he is still a killer of Mao.