Abyss Express

After having dinner with Uncle Bai Ningguang, Xue Ming was about to leave and return to Hengyin alone to pay New Year's greetings.

When the father and daughter heard this, they were immediately unhappy.

Bai Zijin asked, "Aren't you taking me with you?"

Bai Ningguang asked: "Don't you stay overnight? I heard from my daughter that you repair things well and quickly, and I would like to ask you to do me a favor by repairing my toys!"

Xue Ming took off his coat and cold clothes, and explained to Xiao Qi: "You stay at home with uncle, we have a lot of time, and you two have very little time."

"Oh good." Xiao Qi curled her lips and ran to the kitchen to wash the dishes.

"As for your toys, Uncle." Jiang Xueming rolled up his sleeves and pulled out the toolbox from under the sofa: "Show me."

Bai Ningguang immediately beamed with joy, and pulled out a large cardboard box from the bedroom.

Jiang Xueming took a closer look——

——Good guy, they are all toy guns, there are more than twenty of them.

There are cultural relics from 2005 and valuables from 2025.

Some sound and light toys can hear the strange sound of "Daddy's dad is grandpa" when the trigger is pressed.

These broken treasures were all collected by Bai Ningguang, and he was always reluctant to throw them away.

Jiang Xueming started scratching his head when he saw these things. To be honest, this is still his old profession. When he was selling offal in Hung Hom, there were many GAS competitive pistols in the shooting range, which were just toys in the eyes of the military and police.

Xueming can repair these things, and he can understand the structure at a glance.

"Uncle, aren't we rich? I understand that you want to hold an arms exhibition at home, but I don't understand that you want to hold an exhibition of cultural relics. Throw away the broken small objects and buy new ones?"

Bai Ningguang immediately patted his chest and said, "No! These are my swords!"

Jiang Xueming was surprised: "Could it be that they still have records?"

"Of course there is!" Bai Ningguang said with a smile, "Look at this!"

A plastic SVD gun fiddled out of a cardboard box.

"The year Xiaoqi was born, I bought it, and I went to the woods to shoot partridges and sparrows. Others used lead bullets—I couldn't afford an air gun, so I used this to shoot them, and I used them to make soup for Chunxiang."

Jiang Xueming was stunned: "Uncle, don't build this stuff—it's illegal now. I'm going to build it, and it's also a crime of manufacturing guns."

"I don't want you to fix it, I just want it to be beautiful." Bai Ningguang caressed the hollowed-out plastic wood-grain support of SVD. Fortunately, it is a plastic part, otherwise it should be rotten today.

"Understood, is it a restoration model?" Xue Ming took the SVD from the father-in-law and began to disassemble it.

"That's right, that's right." Bai Ningguang's eyes lit up immediately when he saw Jiang Xueming's way of dismantling toys. It didn't look like he was messing around.

He quickly picked up another pistol, which was a scale model.

"This and this! And this, all made of aluminum alloy M1911. It took me a lot of effort to get it."

Jiang Xueming disassembled the toy to clean up the dust and mildew, pulled out a large footbasin from the toilet, filled it with Blue Moon laundry detergent, threw all the parts in, picked up the sponge and began to wipe.

He stretched his neck to look at the M1911, which was only the size of a palm, like a child's model.

Bai Ningguang said excitedly: "This is for Qingqing, it's her tenth birthday present."

Jiang Xueming: "Why did you think of giving this?"

"I want to teach her how to shoot a gun safely, how to carry a gun, and how to change ammunition quickly." Bai Ningguang explained: "At that time, only rotten iron such as zinc alloy was sold on the market, and children would not grow up if they touched too much—I asked someone to go to the mold factory I begged for a long time before I got a scale model of aluminum alloy, I can’t play anything, I can only play with the shell, you see.”

After all, Bai Ningguang pulled up the sleeve with his broad palm, and immediately popped out plastic molds from the ejection port.

But this thing is getting older, and the shell ejection function is not very easy.

Bai Ningguang buried his head in tinkering for a long time, but he couldn't take out the shell casing——

——Xue Ming stretched out his hand to release the magazine, pulled the sleeve again, and the cartridge case obediently fell out from the handle.

Bai Ningguang smiled happily: "Okay! Can this be fixed? Xiao Jiang? Qingqing took this out to play at the time, and many children were envious of her. Her classmates are coming to grab it—"

Speaking of this, Uncle Ning Guang immediately aimed his gun.

"I just saw my daughter push people away with a 'Hey!', raised the gun, and pretended. Then, and then."

Uncle Ning Guang was grinning, but began to pant.

"Then she said—bad stuff, no robbery allowed."

Xue Ming took paper from the table and handed it to his uncle, "Don't cry. It's Chinese New Year."

"I'm very happy, I..." Bai Ningguang didn't know what to say: "I feel very, very good——Xiaojiang, when I think of that time, when I was still young...Chunxiang didn't leave, and I would often go home to have a look. We No divorce."

Jiang Xueming didn't speak, but skillfully unlocked the sleeve, and looked at all the rusted aluminum parts. It might be very difficult to repair.

Cold Metal - Love Not Like Plastic, Not Plastic Like Love.

If it's just something like nylon or ABS, you can fix it with light curing resin or car putty.

Aluminum alloy is very difficult to rust. It has a low density and is easy to oxidize. It is irreversible damage if it is knocked and rusted.

Xue Ming looked at this toy—or rather, this toy model.

He could vaguely remember that on Xiao Qi's crew certificate, there was no training related to combat skills in the large pile of notes.

That is to say-Bai Qingqing has never received formal training for armed employees of the station.

When she was using the ASH-12, her gun-holding posture was very standard. Even if the skin on the palm of her hand was cracked and bleeding during continuous shooting, her standing posture was not deformed.

I'm afraid that all of these are the precious skills that Uncle Bai Ningguang taught Xiaoqi with toy guns since he was a child.

The use of modern toys is very simple, and weapons must become more and more convenient and easy to use. Now on Douyin, you can see teenage children holding model toys and practicing shooting guns quickly.

In a way, the hobbies that this kid king imparted to the children—saved Xiaoqi countless times, and also saved Xueming's life.

"Can it be repaired?" Bai Ningguang wiped away his tears, and there was hope in his eyes again: "Can it be? Can it be?"

Xue Ming nodded: "Yes."

Bai Ningguang then pulled out a model of the August 1st model from the cardboard box.

“This—this was when Xiaoqi was not born, the Yugoslav embassy was bombed by the Americans, and my friends at the Taohe Police Station and I were so angry that we wept. I felt powerless and incompetent, so I ran to cut down trees. I didn’t know what to do with the cut wood, so I cut a gun like this.”

The wood has rotted away. Judging from the pre-buried steel bars inside, Uncle Ning Guang may have really wanted to take this thing to the battlefield as a bait target. The pedigree of Shi Dao Qi is still there, and the appearance of Bayi Shi can be seen at a glance.

Don't wait for Uncle Ning Guang to ask.

Xueming immediately said: "Yes. It can be repaired."

Immediately afterwards, Uncle Ning Guang pulled out a Type 95 from the cardboard box.

It was a toy from five years ago, an electric launcher made of resin gel.

"I bought this thing five years ago, and the workmanship is very crotch-I got it from Taobao. I am old. When the Sino-Indian border conflict happened, I heard the bloodshed of the border guards, so I ran to the police station to donate. Money—I don’t know what to do, but they don’t want my money, they just tell me to eat more, sleep more, stay healthy, and be ready to fight.”

Bai Ningguang caressed the Type 95 bullpup receiver.

"So I bought this."

Jiang Xueming took a look at it, and said while tearing it apart.

"Its gear set is broken, the plastic gear pulls the air cylinder to fire the resin glue ball, and the pieces of the glue ball can easily fall into the high-speed rotating bevel gear - this is easy to repair."

Bai Ningguang waved his hands quickly: "No, no, I don't want you to fix this part."

Jiang Xueming was puzzled: "Why?"

Bai Ningguang looked serious: "Nowadays a lot of children are holding this to fight. I bought it not because I wanted it to beat something out, but to let me, a worker, feel the feeling of border guards standing guard with guns."

Jiang Xueming: "That's easy."

Bai Ningguang: "Besides, it's made of two shells, and it's soft when squeezed. I want to touch something heavy, firm, and reassuring."

Jiang Xueming: "This one is made of nylon, so it's easy to solve."

Finished talking about Uncle Ning Guang's patriotism.

Immediately afterwards, Jiang Xueming found a not-so-patriotic thing in the cardboard box——

- Winchester M1887 shotgun toy.

Bai Ningguang submissively explained: "This is."

Jiang Xueming committed an occupational disease: "Arnold Schwarzenegger's gun, pump-action structure, shoots ten-gauge shotguns."

Bai Ningguang: "No, no, no, it's 13mm soft bullets, sponge bullets."

Jiang Xueming immediately turned on the trigger and looked carefully: "The ejection shell is broken. Uncle, you are so hard on yourself. This small part is made of steel."

Bai Ningguang blushed: "Chunxiang and I established a relationship at the movie theater - this is the movie I watched with her, the first part of "Terminator"."

Jiang Xueming: "It's commemorative. It can be repaired with a small part."

To say that the pump-action shotgun is the romance of the king of children, the following things are a bit unreasonable——

——Magpul custom M870 competition shotgun.

Jiang Xueming was ashamed. When he pulled out this large and expensive toy from the cardboard box, he even felt that the prototype was not so heavy.

"Serious and beautiful. Uncle, how do you explain it? Is there a source?"

Bai Ningguang hemmed and said: "M870 is the best-selling furniture in the United States."

Jiang Xueming: "God damn furniture."

Bai Ningguang: "I was thinking, if one day, we and the American devils really fight! At least you have to understand their main weapon, right? This is still the best-selling thing in the United States-I need to understand it."

Jiang Xueming forcefully said, "It makes sense! What's wrong with it?"

Bai Ningguang: "The machine barrel can't be pulled"

The toy in Jiang Xueming's hand was very new, just like Xiao Qi sent money home, and when Uncle Bai got rich, he started to spend a lot of money and buy some things of unknown meaning.

Xueming pressed the release button, and the barrel was unlocked smoothly, and then explained: "There is a trigger safety here, you haven't opened it, and if you don't pull the trigger, the barrel will be locked, which is to prevent fire and accidental ejection. The design, the prototype also has this design, isn’t this toy cheap?”

Uncle Ning Guang's face turned red all of a sudden: "Uh, more than two thousand yuan."

Xueming returned the M870 to Uncle Ning Guang: "It doesn't need to be repaired, it's good."

Ning Guang hugged this expensive treasure, and immediately threw it away in distaste, "What is it, it's so complicated"

Xue Ming took out a very familiar thing from the cardboard box.

Specifically——

——It is the toy version of COMBAT·MASTER, which is a peripheral of the movie "John Wick".

That kind of feeling is very strange, like you found a low-profile version of your girlfriend outside. She looks very similar to the goddess of your dreams, but she is different, and is low-profile in every way.

The competitive weapons based on STI2011 are very heavy, and their ammunition capacity is more than 20 rounds. The one Jiang Xueming dug out from the box now should be an imitation product from a domestic toy factory.

Bai Ningguang just wanted to explain: "Ah, this... this. My ex-wife and I both like Keanu Reeves. We liked it when we were young, and we like it until we are old."

Jiang Xueming was silent, he didn't know what to say, if he was asked to make another battle master, it was just a matter of running the program on the machine tool, but it was a bit difficult to repair this toy.

This is an imitation of an imitation——

——According to the competitive firearms in the shooting range of HK, one of the rapid-fire pistols with reduced charge is used together with the mirror bridge red dot, such as Leslie Cheung and Louis Koo's "The King of Guns". Competition pistol.

The other is the air-operated GAS pistol for indoor CQB practice. That is what Jiang Xueming told Meteor and Teacher Baoquan. He has touched this kind of toy in a legal and compliant shooting range. If it is not good, it is easy to cause accidental injury, and it has been classified into the category of guns.

Now the COMBAT·MASTER in Jiang Xueming's hands is a secondary derivative toy that imitates and then imitates the prototype.

Its shape has been modified compared to the prototype, the proportions are incorrect, and the lettering and inscriptions are incorrect.

But having said that, the shape of this thing is very realistic.

Wake up! Just taking it out can scare a lot of people!

"It's always broken." Bai Ningguang said cautiously: "And I just play it at home. I've had the addiction of Keanu Reeves killing God, and I will never take it out. I am a law-abiding citizen and will never affect the public. law and order."

Jiang Xueming unwrapped this pneumatic toy according to the dismantling and maintenance method of the prototype——

"—It's almost the same as the prototype."

He loaded the gun skillfully, aimed the gun according to the CARS central axis relocking technology, and kept vigilant.

This is the most commonly used combat stance after he got the battle master.

Bai Ningguang finally saw something different from his future son-in-law.

This kid seems to be able to use any toy-

——It’s like an ancient chivalrous man, if you throw a lot of weapons in front of him, he will take care of them, repair them, and use them.

Kid Wang finally became alert and began to suspect Jiang Xueming's real identity.

"you"

Jiang Xueming has not recovered yet.

Bai Ningguang immediately asked, "Are you selling toys?"

Jiang Xueming was stunned and couldn't help him.

"I'm from a security company, not a toy seller."

Fortunately, the quick-witted Xue Ming's mind is fast enough.

"The boss asked me to be a bodyguard to protect the safety of trains and railways. I have touched many guns."

Before Bai Ningguang asked for more details, Jiang Xueming quickly changed the topic and played with the toy model in his hand.

"How much is this thing? It's all steel, isn't it expensive?"

Bai Ningguang: "It's not expensive, only seven thousand seven."

Jiang Xueming: "A thousand and one?"

Bai Ningguang: "Seven thousand seven."

Jiang Xueming: "Yen?"

Bai Ningguang: "RMB."

Jiang Xueming felt unbelievable. Seriously speaking, if you have a gun certificate abroad, you can buy a Glock for more than 400 dollars. Are domestic toy factories so inflated?

"Uncle, with this money, why don't you go abroad to play for real?"

Bai Ningguang's face was full of innocence.

"I don't speak English. No one takes me out to play."

Jiang Xueming didn't know what to say, so he had to keep working.

This is a whole day.