"He's coming, he's coming"
A policeman shouted heartbreakingly.
"Faq, shut up, we all saw it."
"Shoot, shoot"
"There are our people in front, you have to Are you shooting at your teammates?"
As he got closer, Zhao Chuanxin pushed the policeman he was holding hostage, causing him to stagger forward and fall forward.
His companion wanted to help him, but he didn't dare.
Zhao Chuanxin jumped up suddenly, jumping more than one meter high, and stayed in the air longer than Gordon in the league.
While in the air, Zhao Chuanxin's gun was pointed downward.
Bang, bang
Both men were shot in the shoulders.
Whether this angle will break the shoulder blade is no longer within the scope of Zhao Chuanxin's consideration.
After firing the gun, Zhao Chuanxin could still turn around in the air. Before landing, he looked down and fired at the policeman behind another bunker.
Bang
Hit in the shoulder.
A policeman rushed out from the side.
Zhao Chuanxin pulled the trigger, and the magazine was empty.
He raised his hand, Phoenix Ring, and the policeman flew backwards.
John Browning was reluctant to leave.
As a firearms designer, he spent too much time in the office and drawings, and never saw a real battle.
Just because he is not yearning for it does not mean that he is not curious.
Especially Zhao Chuanxin's war made him feel happy to watch.
In this era, both police and soldiers use thermal weapons in a disciplined manner.
He has never seen or heard of anyone fighting like Zhao Chuanxin.
At this time, Zhao Chuanxin had almost ended the battle and shouted, "Listen up to the rest of you. If you don't want to get hurt, go back and tell your colleagues. If you see me in the future, stay away."
After speaking, he turned back confidently, pulled the slide with one hand, and the remaining bullet ejected from the side ejection port.
Put away the gun first, and the bullet at the same time.
Looking at Browning from a distance as he skillfully controlled the Horse brand gun he designed, he even began to feel unfamiliar with the gun.
Is this what is taught in the safety operation manual?
Zhao Chuanxin saw that he had not left and asked, "Why are you still here?"
John Browning Shrugging, "I don't think there's any need to leave, there's not much danger at all."
"Haha, then you stay here for fun, I'm leaving."
"Wait a minute. "John Browning quickly stopped Zhao Chuanxin.
"Why do you still want to treat me to dinner?"
John Browning was ashamed. He looked at the policemen lying on the ground in the distance and the policemen who were treating their companions, and said to himself: If you arrogantly invite a desperado to dinner, you might get into trouble
However, John Browning was very enthusiastic about the design of firearms.
The curiosity about God of War 1907 defeated the worry of getting into trouble.
He gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, I'll treat you to dinner."
Zhao Chuanxin was about to leave, but paused when he heard this.
Please
He thought for a moment, John Browning knew the weapons design and manufacturing industry well.
Maybe I can get some advice from him for the small workshop I want to build.
After thinking about this, Zhao Chuanxin's expression changed and he smiled: "Hey, they say you are a guest from afar. Since Mr. Browning is coming to New York, as the host, how can I let you invite him? ”
John Browning swore that in his whole life, he had never seen anyone change his face so quickly.
He looked down at the little girl he was holding and frowned, "Little girl, go over there and find the police and ask them to take you home."
Little girl, go over there and find the police. The girl was frightened and a little at a loss.
Looking at Zhao Chuanxin, she hugged the thigh of the person who saved her.
"Mob, you know how to hold someone's thigh."
Zhao Chuanxin looked around, but the little girl's parents were nowhere to be seen.
He picked her up with one arm, put her on his shoulder, and stuffed a candy ball brought from China into her mouth.
The little girl chirped, "My teeth are sticky."
"Haha, just in time for you to change your teeth. Once you stick them on, they will fall out. It's just right."
John Bo Lang Ning ""
Why don't you feel formal?
He hesitated and said, "How about taking her with you?"
"It doesn't matter, I'll give it to her later." Send them home."
Wait until they leave.
Not far away, a sneaky figure emerged.
None other than Grenville Harper.
The pretty boy looked around to make sure there was no danger, then ran to the police to get clues.
At the same time, Charles Baker is also conducting in-depth investigation of information about "Chen Yigeng".
He went to the Manhattan Detention Center and met the real Chen Yigeng.
Chen Yigeng is 1.7 meters tall, lean, with triangular eyes, a scar on the tip of his eyebrow, and a fierce look on his face.
"Do you know what you have committed?"
Chen Yigeng didn't care, "Isn't the case already determined? Why are you, a police detective, asking me what I am doing?"
< p>Charles Baker sneered, "You were imprisoned in Xinxin Prison. You killed several people in prison. You have been sentenced to death and will be sent to the electric chair.""What the hell?" Chen Yigeng was shocked. "I have been locked up here, how could I do those things?"
He is a member of the "An Liang Tang" in Chinatown, New York, and was detained for organizing illegal gambling and extortion.
But if it is not his own sin, he will never admit it.
Seeing that his expression did not seem to be fake, Charles Baker frowned.
"Did you know someone is pretending to be you?"
"Impersonating me" Chen Yigeng really couldn't think of anyone who would do such a thankless thing.
He is not a fuel saver.lights.
Charles Baker described to him the appearance of Zhao Chuanxin.
Chen Yigeng was confused.
Seeing this, Charles Baker shook his head regretfully. It seemed that nothing could be found here.
He stood up and said, "I will contact you again."
With that said, he left the Manhattan Detention Center.
Then he got the news.
Chen Yigeng used a pistol to shatter the shoulders of seven or eight police officers in Madison Square.
The New York police now have a nickname for Chen Yigeng, the Shoulderbreaker
He has a fierce reputation.
The key is that it happened when he was interrogating the real Chen Yigeng.
Now he was sure that this Chen Yigeng had no connection with that Chen Yigeng.
Hearing about a banker and getting some clues, Charles Baker found the Grenville Harper home through the records left behind.
Learning that Chen Yigeng was very close to a woman named Maria, and through Grenville Harper’s description, Charles Baker felt that he was about to figure out the truth.
But right now, he must avoid the limelight first, because that "Chen Yigeng" seems a bit untouchable
Delmonico Restaurant.
This is one of the more exquisite restaurants in Manhattan and has been open for almost a century.
Zhao Chuanxin ordered two Delmonico steaks, two New York steaks, four Newburgh lobsters, eight bread puddings, and a bottle of red wine.
John Browning's eyes widened and he could hardly believe his ears.
"You and she can eat so much"
"It's a joke, it's a joke. Eat less at lunch and exercise a lot in the afternoon."
This restaurant Known for his service, it may be that Zhao Chuanxin ordered more. After the waiter opened the red wine, he stood by while he was decanting it.
Zhao Chuanxin glanced at him and said, "Here he is, like a telegraph pole rolling around and smashing him."
Waiter ""
He left aggrievedly.
John Browning's forehead was shining brightly. He wiped his sweat and didn't know what to say.
Zhao Chuanxin said, "Brother, let me ask you something."
""John Browning secretly estimated that the age difference between the two parties was at least thirty years. Embarrassed, he said, "Just ask."
"What do you think of the Mondragon semi-automatic rifle?"
This gun was developed as early as last year, and Zhao Chuanxin has been coveting it. Long.
The problem is that in this era, a semi-automatic rifle has appeared, but it has not been popularized. There must be something wrong.
"I know this gun." John Browning is extremely confident in his field, even a little arrogant. "The design is too complex, difficult to produce, and difficult to maintain. If it gets dust, it will jam immediately." , jamming. The rotating bolt locking mechanism looks like loading a handsome young man with no strength into the battlefield. It is fragile and vulnerable, not to mention the pneumatic automatic reloading.The pistons and cylinders needed for the system"
After studying with his apprentice for so long, Zhao Chuanxian is by no means a rookie.
He listened carefully to the expert's evaluation, his brows furrowing. The deeper.
These problems also exist in the drawings designed by Benjamin Goldberg.
He tried, "If I have a similar drawing and you participate in the improvement, Do you have a solution?"
"I pay more attention to reliability. Any negligence on the battlefield is fatal, and no country is willing to pay for it. I think that as long as it is a semi-automatic rifle, it is inseparable from these problems, just like the repeating gun you mentioned."
Speaking of submachine guns, John Browning suddenly jammed and could not continue talking.< /p>
A living example is in front of him. Not only was the development successful, but there didn't seem to be a single malfunction when the gun was fired today.
So, what he thought was a sure thing in the past has become untrue. Then be more confident.
“Keep talking,” Zhao Chuanxin urged when he saw him stop.
“Um, can you show me your gun?”
p>I definitely won’t let him see it.
This guy is a professional. Zhao Chuanxin doesn’t want the submachine gun to appear on the battlefield, especially in the hands of his enemies.
< p>He blinked, "There's nothing interesting to see, forget it, let's not talk about these guns, let's talk about building a workshop. I want to build a small workshop, can you give me some advice?"""John Browning was a little unhappy, this man is such a thief.
He said, "You have to know , first of all, my major is firearms design. Secondly, although I can give advice, there is a fee. "
It is impossible to give money.
Who is not short of money
Zhao Chuanxin rolled his eyes, "Why don't you and I cooperate with you and my R&D team? Let's develop a new pistol together"
This old boy soon came up with the century-old classic 1911.
Its performance, reliability and power are a qualitative leap compared to today's guns. , it has not fallen out of date after hundreds of years, and can stand the test of time.
The principles of firearms are similar.
But just such a small difference can be magnified countless times on the battlefield. , to be filled with human lives
Benjamin Goldberg is indeed a genius, but genius cannot make up for the gap in experience
Just like a good soldier, he is fed with bullets.
First let the old boy take the bait, and then let him work as a free labor force to contribute to his own small workshop.
John Browning hesitated. p>The team that can develop submachine guns is no worse than his.
"I need to consider this"
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