mage in the late qing dynasty

Chapter 382 Conversation with Experts

"He's coming, he's coming..."

A policeman shouted heart-piercingly.

"Fuck, shut up, we all saw it."

"Shoot, shoot..."

"There are our people in front, are you going to shoot at your teammates?"

When they got close, Zhao Chuanxin pushed the policeman who was holding him back, causing him to stagger and fall forward.

His companion wanted to help, but dared not.

Zhao Chuanxin jumped up suddenly, jumping more than one meter high, staying in the air longer than Gordon of the league.

While in the air, Zhao Chuanxin's gun was facing down.

Bang, bang!
Both were shot in the shoulder.

Whether this angle will shatter the shoulder blades is no longer within the scope of Zhao Chuanxin's consideration.

After firing the shot, Zhao Chuanxin was still able to turn his body in the air. Before landing, he looked down and fired a shot at the policeman behind another bunker.

boom!
Shot in the shoulder.

A policeman rushed out from the side.

Zhao Chuanxin pulled the trigger, click...the magazine was empty.

He raised his hand, Phoenix Xuanjie, bang...

The police fly upside down.

John Browning couldn't bear to leave.

As a gun designer, he spent too much time in the office and on drawings, never seeing a real battle.

Not yearning, does not mean he is not curious.

Especially Zhao Chuanxin's war made him feel pleasing to the eye.

In this era, both the police and the soldiers use thermal weapons in accordance with the rules.

He had never seen or heard of a war like Zhao Chuanxin.

At this time, Zhao Chuanxin had almost finished the battle, and shouted: "The rest of you listen carefully, if you don't want to be injured, go back and tell your colleagues, and you will stay away when you see me in the future."

After speaking confidently, he turned around and pulled the slide with one hand, and the remaining bullet was ejected from the side ejection port.

Put away the gun first, and put away the bullet by the way.

In the distance, Browning watched him skillfully manipulate the horse brand pistol he designed, and even began to feel unfamiliar with this gun.

Is this taught in the safety operation manual?

Seeing that he didn't leave, Zhao Chuanxin asked, "Why are you still here?"

John Browning shrugged. "I don't think it's necessary to go. There's not much danger."

"Hehe, then you stay here to play, I have to go."

"Wait." John Browning quickly stopped Zhao Chuanxin.

"What's wrong? You still want to treat me to dinner?"

John Browning was ashamed. He looked at the policemen who were lying on the ground in the distance and the policemen who were treating their companions, and thought to himself that if he ostentatiously invited a desperado to dinner, he might cause trouble to his upper body, right?

However, John Browning was very fanatical about the design of firearms.

Curiosity about the God of War M1907 overcame the worry of causing trouble.

He gritted his teeth: "OK, I'll treat you to dinner."

Zhao Chuanxin wanted to leave, but he stopped when he heard this.

please?

He thought for a moment. John Browning knew everything about weapons design and manufacturing.

The small workshop I want to build, maybe I can get some suggestions from him.

After thinking about this, Zhao Chuanxin's face changed, and he smiled: "Hey, it is said that you are a guest from afar. Since Mr. Browning is coming to New York, as the host, how can I let you invite me?"

John Browning swore he had never seen anyone change so quickly in his life.

He looked down at the little girl he was holding, and frowned: "Little girl, go over there and find those policemen, and let them take you home."

The little girl was frightened and dumbfounded, a little overwhelmed.

Looking at Zhao Chuanxin, he hugged the thigh of the man who saved her.

"Fuck, you know how to hug your thigh."

Zhao Chuanxin looked around, but he couldn't see the little girl's parents.

He picked her up with one arm, carried her on his shoulder, and stuffed a candy ball brought from China into her mouth by the way.

The little girl babbled: "Stick your teeth."

"Hehe, it just so happens that you change your teeth, and they fall out as soon as you stick them, just right."

John Browning: "..."

Why do you feel out of shape?
He hesitated, "How about taking her?"

"It's okay, I'll take her home later."

Wait for them to leave.

Not far away, a sneaky figure came out.

It was Grenville Harper.

The little boy looked around and made sure there was no danger, so he ran to the police to provide clues.

At the same time, Charles Baker is also investigating information about "Chen Yigeng".

He went to the Manhattan Detention Center and met the real Chen Yigeng.

Chen Yigeng is 1.7 meters tall, thin, with triangular eyes, a scar at the tip of his eyebrows, and a fierce face.

"Do you know what you did?"

Chen Yigeng didn't care at all: "Isn't the case already deterministic? You are a police detective, why are you asking me?"

Charles Baker sneered: "You were imprisoned in Sing Sing Prison, where you killed several people in a row. You have been sentenced to death and you will sit in the electric chair!"

"What the hell?" Chen Yigeng was taken aback. "I've been locked here, how could I do those things?"

He was a member of the "An Liang Tang" in New York's Chinatown and was detained for organizing illegal gambling and extortion.

But if it wasn't his own sin, he would never admit it.

Seeing that his expression did not seem to be fake, Charles Baker frowned.

"Did you know someone impersonating you?"

"Pretend to be me?" Chen Yigeng couldn't think of anyone who would do such a thankless thing.

He is not a fuel-efficient lamp.

Charles Baker described Zhao Chuanxin to him.

Chen Yigeng was confused.

Seeing this, Charles Baker shook his head regretfully, it seemed that there was nothing to be found here.

He got up: "I will contact you again."

With that said, he left the Manhattan Detention Center.

Then, he got the news.

Chen Yigeng smashed the shoulders of seven or eight police officers with a pistol in Madison Square.

The New York Police Force now has a nickname for Chen Yigeng, called - Shoulder Broken!
The name is fierce.

The point is, it happened when he was interrogating the real Chen Yigeng.

Now he was sure that this Chen Yigeng had nothing to do with that Chen Yigeng.

Hearing that a banker provided some clues, Charles Baker found the home of Glenville Harper through the records left behind.

Knowing that Chen Yigeng was very close to a woman named Maria, and through Grenville Harper's description, Charles Baker felt that he had almost figured out the truth.

But right now, he must avoid the limelight first, because that "Chen Yigeng" seems to be a little offended...

……

Delmonico Restaurant.

This is one of Manhattan's finer restaurants and has been around 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.

"Can you and her eat so much?"

"Just kidding, kidding, eat less at noon and exercise a lot in the afternoon."

This restaurant is famous for its service. It may be that Zhao Chuanxin ordered a lot. After opening the red wine, the waiter was waiting beside him while he was waking up the red wine.

Zhao Chuanxin glanced at him: "Standing here as a telegraph pole? Fuck you!"

Waiter: "..."

He left aggrieved.

John Browning's brow was shiny, and he wiped the sweat, not knowing what to say.

Zhao Chuanxin said, "Brother, I want to ask you something."

"..." John Browning secretly estimated that the age difference between the two parties was at least 30 years, and said embarrassingly, "You can 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 for a long time.

The problem is that a semi-automatic rifle has appeared in this era, but it has not been popularized, so there must be something wrong.

"I know this gun." John Browning was extremely confident in his own field, even a little conceited: "The design is too complicated, difficult to produce, and difficult to maintain. If you choke in dust, it will jam and jam immediately. Turn to The bolt-type locking mechanism looks like putting a handsome young man with no strength into the battlefield. It is fragile and vulnerable. Not to mention the pistons and cylinders required by the pneumatic automatic loading system..."

After studying with his apprentice for so long, Zhao Chuanxin is by no means a rookie.

He listened carefully to the expert's evaluation, his brows furrowed deeper and deeper.

These problems also exist in the drawings designed by Benjamin Goldberg.

He tentatively said: "If I have a similar drawing and you participate in the improvement, can you solve it?"

"I pay more attention to reliability. Any negligence on the battlefield is fatal. No country is willing to pay for it. I think that as long as it is a semi-automatic rifle, it cannot do without these problems, just like the kind of repeater you mentioned... "

Speaking of submachine guns, John Browning suddenly got stuck and could not continue.

There are living examples in front of us. Not only has the company successfully developed it, but it seems that there has not been a single failure when it was shot today.

Then, things that he used to be sure about became less confident.

"Continue talking?" Seeing that he had stopped, Zhao Chuanxin urged.

"Uh, can you show me your gun?"

It is definitely not allowed to see.

This product is professional, Zhao Chuanxin does not want submachine guns to appear on the battlefield, especially in the hands of his own enemies.

He blinked: "There is nothing 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 displeased, he was such a thief.

He said: "You have to know, first of all, my major is designing firearms. Secondly, although I can give advice, there is a fee for that."

It is impossible to give money.

Who is not short of money?

Zhao Chuanxin turned his eyes: "Why don't you cooperate with me? You and my R&D team develop a new pistol together?"

This old boy soon came up with a century-old classic model-M1911.

Its performance, reliability and power are a qualitative leap compared with the current guns, and it is still not outdated after a hundred years, and it can stand the test of time.

The principle of firearms is similar.

But such a small gap can be magnified countless times on the battlefield, and it needs to be filled with human lives.

Benjamin Goldberg was indeed a genius, but genius can't make up for the gap in experience.

Like good soldiers, fed with bullets.

First lure the old boy to take the bait, and then let him be a free labor force to contribute to his small workshop.

John Browning hesitated.

The team that can research the submachine gun is no worse than his.

"This, I need to think about it..."

The little girl looked at the dishes served by the waiter and said timidly, "Ethan, which one is mine?"

(End of this chapter)