"Here's the little devil's railroad map" On a simple piece of paper, a zigzag black line was drawn, and around the black line, there were some marked village names. \ The painter has tried to draw as much detail as possible, but in Chang You's opinion, it is still very rough.
"Is there a time for the train to depart?"
"No, but they're contacting some people, so they should be able to get it."
"I figured out the time pattern of the train, and asked them if there was any way to get on the train."
"I think this is a bit difficult, I heard them say that the little devils will count the number of people every day, and they will be unlucky if there are fewer people."
"It's not going to be from the train station, but there's a way to get on the train."
"I think it's quite difficult."
"No matter how difficult it is, there will always be a way, don't worry, there is still time, you can think about it slowly" The above is the dialogue between Chang You and Ding Junwang.
There is no substance, although the plan to pick up the train has been confirmed, but how to implement it is still a problem.
Hans Cat's house After a journey at sea, Wilson finally returned to his homeland.
Although the mustache had already started a war against Poland, it did not affect Berlin.
It's still the same, the gray sky, full of haze, the color of the sky is completely invisible, and there is a bad smell in the air.
However, he did not have any dislike, because this is the smell of developed countries, which only developed countries have, and is a symbol of advanced civilization.
Back in his homeland, Wilson immediately found his friend who worked at the Mauser factory and asked him out.
"Tell me," Wilson's friend poured himself a beer and asked him.
"How do you know I'm looking for you," Wilson asked with a hint of confusion as he poured himself a glass.
"Do you still have to guess this, if there is nothing to do, you will come to me and say, this time I want a few guns" "No, no, no, this time it's not a gun."
"What kind of cannon is that, I have no choice, I'm just a small workshop management, I can still call the shots with a few guns, but the cannon can't work, and oh, you have been selling fewer guns to China recently, our country has signed an alliance with Japan, and we are Japan's allies."
"It's not a gun, it's not a gun, I want you to make something for me."
"Make something" the other party was surprised.
"yes, just make something."
Wilson replied in the affirmative.
"What are you doing to make guns, you should go to the engineer."
"It's not a gun, it's a funny thing, you come to my house tonight, there are a lot of people here, it's hard to say."
The companion looked at Wilson deeply before he said, "Well, I hope you didn't lie to me, or I'll break your head." ” "Why, I'm your best friend, how could I lie to you."
"Okay, you pay for tonight's drink."
"Oh, well, you're such a treacherous villain" "Hahaha" The two were drinking, chatting, and fartizing.
It wasn't until midnight that they helped each other back to Wilson's house to see what he called funny things.
The silencer, which was first coined in the early 20th century, is documented by Hiram Passimachin, who invented and sold the first commercially successful model around 1902.
He branded his device as the Maxim Silencer.
Later, this thing was widely used in internal combustion engine devices to produce internal combustion engine mufflers.
However, the term silencer has gradually faded away in the firearms industry and has been replaced by the word suppressor.
However, the UK still calls it a silencer, and although the official name in China is also called a suppressor, everyone still likes to call it a silencer in private.
Silencers were first used in combat by agents of the U.S.
Strategic Services in World War II, the predecessor of the CIA.
On the battlefield, this thing doesn't do much, and it can only be used in the hands of agents or special forces.
The German side did not pay attention to this, after all, what everyone knows at present is that this thing is only used on pistols, and it has no effect on the battlefield at all.
But the information Wilson brought back and the description above gave them a new understanding of the silencer, which was not just for pistols.
"The idea is great, but I can't call the shots" The next day, Wilson's companion, looking at the information he had brought back, gave his own answer.
"I think this process is quite simple, you can choose to make a batch and try it, if the performance is good, and then report it, I think the people above will definitely be interested."
"No, no, no, you're thinking too simply, those in the factory can't have time to make this thing, it's running 24 hours a day, and once it's used for something else, then I won't be able to reach this month's amount, and my salary will be deducted."
"It's okay, isn't it just a little salary, and when this is successful, you will still care about that little salary" "What if it fails?"
Wilson was speechless by the counterattack.
"Why don't you find a hardware store and let them make a few and give it a try, and I'll get a few guns with threads on the muzzle."
"Okay, so be it" The two quickly agreed to divide their own work into their own work.
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Wilson found several machine shops, but no one wanted to do them because he asked for too few quantities.
Finally, after he paid a lot of money, someone was willing to take his order.
That money is almost all his efforts over the years, and he is now gambling, and once the bet is successful, it will be easy to make a fortune.
If you lose, it's a big deal to start over.
"There is no money in the house" Wilson's wife rummaged through all the places where she could have saved money, but could not find a single one.
"No," Wilson replied very honestly.
"Where's it gone?"
his wife was startled and hurriedly asked.
"I've spent it all."
"What did you buy, how did you use all the money in the house, do we still want to eat?"
Her crying made Wilson even more upset, and he suddenly shouted: "Okay, crying won't starve you, I'll borrow some tomorrow." ” The woman, frightened by Wilson's roar, wept in a low voice and asked in a low voice for a long time, "What the hell did you buy, why did you lose so much money?"
” "Make something, as long as the thing is done, it is countless money" He gently held his wife in his arms, comforted softly, and spent a big cake for his wife, as for whether this big cake can become a reality, everything depends on the effect of that thing after it is made.
Now he is like a gambler who has crushed all his net worth, and it is a dragon or a worm nearby, just look at this.
A week is not long, it is not short, but for Wilson, he was tormented all the time, and he did not sleep well for several days, and as soon as he fell asleep, he dreamed that he was bankrupt because of failure, and his wife divorced him, so that he was much haggard
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