As soon as he heard K's name, the outer door of the wooden house was immediately pushed open, and a young man with a handsome face and a strong figure walked out.
The young man had chestnut hair, wore a neat and clean gendarmerie uniform, and had brown eyes.
Full of surging vitality.
"You're finally here," Kane said with a smile.
His appearance was so different from the bloody battlefield that day that Fan almost didn't recognize him.
"Is the master here?"
Dilier asked.
Kane nodded.
He was not respectful as a subordinate when meeting his superiors, nor was he polite as a subordinate.
Instead, there was a hint of humility in Dilly's tone.
This made Fan look at Kai more in surprise.
A few glances.
"Please."
Kane extended his hand as an invitation, and the door opened behind him.
Dilier and Fan walked in one after another.
As soon as they entered the room, Fan choked and sneezed due to the smell of gunpowder in the room.
The small wooden house was packed to the brim, with all kinds of old but sophisticated instruments placed in the corners.
On the largest workbench, an old man with white hair was concentrating on making something.
His flying fingers were like dancing elves, but his mottled and skinny arms were extremely steady.
As the carving knife flew in his hand, extremely symmetrical longitudinal cracks were carved on the warhead of a bullet.
If you look closely, you can see It was found that the edges of this extremely symmetrical crack pattern were still covered with special textures as subtle as works of art.
The old man's technique was dazzling.
The dancing knife seemed to be carving exquisite works of art.
He seemed to be tireless, carving this extremely difficult and special crack on dozens of pressed bullets. .
When the old man finally completed these tasks, he held the bullets like a pilgrim and muttered unknown words to himself.
Then he picked up a battered Bible and held it to his heart along with the bullet.
After a long time, the old man ended his prayer.
"Oh, everyone is here."
The old man scratched his disheveled white hair.
Wei walked down from the workbench tremblingly.
Upon seeing this, Kane hurriedly went to help him, but was pushed aside by the old man with the Bible in his hand.
"Go, go, I'm not old yet" "You are the little guy named K."
The old man's raised face was almost touching Fan.
Fan could even smell the fermented and heavy breath in his mouth, which was sour and smelly.
Just before Fan could bear it no longer, the old man finally moved his face away and walked to the other side tremblingly.
"Come, come here."
He waved to Fan.
Fan hesitated for a moment, then started to walk over.
On the table is a brand-new revolver.
Judging from the shiny shell, it is absolutely high-quality.
The old man inserted a bullet made by himself into the bullet chamber.
Putting the pistol into Fan's hand, "Take a shot and let me see."
He pointed at the strange gun target outside the window.
It was more like a gun target than a pile of rotten insect corpses piled up randomly.
The black corpses were covered with a thick, semi-viscous green liquid.
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Fan carefully held the handle of the pistol.
The feel of the tentacles and the stability of the entire gun's structure made Fan couldn't help but say "Good Gun."
As soon as the gun was in his hand, he immediately entered the state.
With the roaring explosion of the bullet, the pile of insect corpses was like a bomb exploding from it, splashing all kinds of damaged tissues in the sky.
Although Fan had tried to guess the power of this bullet before, the scene in front of him still shocked him deeply.
The power of this gun was almost comparable to that of a wild elephant loaded with official bullets.
But both are in terms of gun size and bullet specifications.
They are not on the same level at all.
It is undeniable that Yexiang is also a high-quality product.
Compared with the gun held in Fan's hand, it's not much better, so what exactly caused this gun to have such a terrifying effect?
The answer lies in the special cracks carved on the bullet.
This method of carving cracks on the bullet was once very popular among the modified people who were good at thermal weapons, and it also had a resounding name, dummy bullets.
Because the bullet produced through this method will expose the lead core of the bullet, causing the bullet to explode like a miniature grenade after entering the target, causing a strong "cavity effect."
The power is increased several times.
The most common way to use dummy bullets is to remove the armor from the tip of the bullet.
Cross patterns are carved directly on the exposed lead core, but this approach often causes a decrease in shooting accuracy.
It will also cause the bullet's penetrating power to drop significantly, sometimes even being unable to penetrate the insect beetle.
Moreover, this completely self-made method produces uneven bullets that can easily break before being discharged from the chamber.
It exploded on its own, and many shortcomings began to make it slowly eliminated.
Van once also tried to make his own dum bombs, but the effect was "horrible" and almost destroyed one of his pistols.
But the DUM bullet used by Fan today has extremely special longitudinal cracks without removing the tip armor.
This ensures maximum accuracy and penetration while also inheriting the DUM bullet.
Playing a larger cavity effect, which made him shocked by the old man's artistic and magical techniques.
Compared with Fan's shock, the old man's eyes shone with more dazzling light.
He looked at Fan carefully, as if he saw the most perfect work of art in the world, especially Fan's slightly The trembling wrist attracted most of his attention.
Just when Fan was stunned by the old man's fiery eyes, Kane hurriedly walked over and said, "Master, your technique is really amazing."
The old man came back to his senses and stroked his beard proudly, "Humph, this little trick is nothing.
Let's go with the gun and bullets.
Now we don't owe each other anything."
Kane smiled bitterly at the old man's direct rejection, "Master, in this case you can give this gun a name.
It is your work after all."
"Silver light."
The old man answered without thinking.
So Kane took the pistol and bullets named Silver Light from Fan's hand, and Zhenzhi put them away again.
But after that, he had no intention of leaving immediately.
"Why aren't you leaving?"
The old man looked at Kane with a somewhat boastful look.
"Master, there's no need to rush people away in such a hurry," Kane continued with a wry smile.
"What's the matter with chasing you away?
I made you a gun and a dozen bullets.
How else do you want to talk about it?
It's not exactly you who saved the person.
Besides, who knows if you have some impure intentions.
Purpose."
"Grandpa" the childish voice that suddenly came out had a hint of complaint.
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"Muka, children, please don't interfere in adults' matters."
Looking at the old man who seemed to be quarreling, Fan, who was doing nothing, began to observe the entire room carefully.
It could be seen that this room had been transformed into a small arsenal.
On the walls of the wooden house, there are some furs of beasts hanging, and on the furs are ready-made weapons or bullets.
Just from the appearance, you can tell that these weapons are not ordinary.
If these are really the skinny and dirty ones in front of you, Made by an old man, this old man's attainments in firearms have reached the pinnacle.
While Fan was browsing, the old man took his hand and said, "Come here."
With that said, the old man took Fan into the inner room and closed the door tightly.
"Stretch out your hand."
The visitor immediately ordered as soon as he entered the room.
Fan "obediently" stretched out his hand, and he had no reason to refuse.
"Zin Zhen, Zhen Zhen."
The old man seemed to be looking at the most magnificent piece of art in the world, rubbing it constantly and exclaiming in admiration.
"Shake it and let me take a look."
The old man asked without raising his head while waving Fan's fingers.
This time Fan did not agree.
After all, the shock was his personal secret.
The old man found out when he found out, but he would not show it to outsiders casually.
The old man didn't seem to have guessed that Fan would refuse.
He grunted and shook off Fan's hands.
"How many people are crying and begging me, old man.
You're lucky, old man.
I finally got interested in taking the initiative, but you didn't cooperate with me."
Looking at the silent Brahma, the old man snorted again, "Take out the wild elephant and stop hiding it.
I know it is in your hands."
This time Fan hesitated for a moment before pulling out the huge wild elephant from the clothes on his lower back.
The old man's hands were heavy under the heavy weight of the wild elephant, but then he held it tightly in his hands.
After playing with it carefully, a flash of memory flashed in the old man's eyes, "Hey, that boy in Baku has been hiding it from me.
He cherished the gun like a treasure, for fear that I would see it, but how could he know that his father, Baz, that old bastard, had finally begged me to make it for him?"
This sentence made Fan's pupils shrink a bit, and then he remembered why the subtle eagle head mark on the silver handshake just now gave him a sense of familiarity, because he had also found the same mark on wild elephants.
Originally he thought it was a mark that all imperial weapons had, but now it seemed that it was a unique emblem of the old man's work in front of him
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