The Journey of Survival After Turning into a Beautiful Girl

When I walked down to the first floor, there were already many fewer people on the first floor. I don’t know if it’s because of the situation just now or after eating.

time, but it doesn't matter, today

Today I'm going to see how the bullet is doing.

Hold an umbrella and walk along the road. On both sides of the street, even if it is raining heavily, the shops that should be open are still open, and there is still time to go.

Many people came.

This is not a pre-apocalyptic world where people always have time for leisure and entertainment. In such a world, basically everyone

I live anxiously, not for

Food is for weapons.

No one is willing to rest, and the price of rest is likely to lead to the collapse of the chain of life.

I can rest now, after all, the resources given to me are enough for me to lie in bed and eat.

Following the route, I came to the blacksmith's house. Coincidentally, the person standing at the door was Scar?

"Scar?!"

"Um……"

With his silent face and the long scar, he looks very strange.

Generally speaking, he should not be an ordinary soldier, and his weapons are not domestic standard weapons, but foreign students.

Produced.

Therefore, I have always been a little puzzled about Scar, but he lost his memory, so I didn't ask in detail.

On it.

"What are you here for?"

He looked inside the house, and then at the scar.

He glanced at me with no fluctuation in his expression.

"Make a knife."

Make a knife?

Uh... that's right, other companies sell finished weapons, and only this one has the opportunity to make some solid things.

West?

But now in this society, to be honest, the real blacksmiths are almost extinct. I remember that before the end of the world, there were some

The place is still doing sword business,

For example, the Longquan sword and the Songshan sword.

There are also hand-made weapons in this kind of place, and other places are basically made by machines.

This is why, domestic cold weapons have completely failed to achieve the purpose of normal use.

Because the craft of blacksmithing is really too hard, no young people like this kind of craft, and those of the older generation who know it,

Almost all died, and the rest

Young people, who know a little bit of fur, know nothing.

Like a mason, I remember when I was a kid, houses were expensive and renovations were expensive.

Then... the price of the house fell, but the mason's money went up, because among the younger generation, there were hardly any

How many will do this.

It is because it is too hard, young people who have experienced modern life, no one is willing to suffer that hardship.

If time can be turned back, I would rather be a mason than fight those monsters here.

Ugh……

"What kind of knife do you want? I have three here, do you choose one?"

Scar glanced at me, then at the knives I carried on my body. Normally, I left those two Japanese war knives at home.

In the waist, there is only one

M500 and a big dog.

"No... I'm not used to it."

Scar took out a knife with a blade about [-] centimeters long from his chest, whether it was a dagger or a short knife,

It's basically just for melee combat.

class.

"Are you used to using such short knives?"

He raised his eyebrows, if he is used to using this kind of knives, then these knives of mine are indeed not suitable for him.

Scar nodded.

"Come on, go in with me and have a look. After that, let's take a stroll and go shopping."

After I finished speaking, I turned around and walked into the room, while Dao Scar glanced at me without any hesitation, and went straight into the room

The.

As soon as I entered the house, a wave of heat hit my face, the rainfall had gradually increased at this time, and the humid atmosphere coupled with the

The heat wave in the house is almost like Sang

It seems to be taken.

"Boss, is my bullet ready?!"

While talking, I saw the boss who was fiddling with the mold.

"You came."

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When I entered the room, I saw the boss fiddling with the mold. He just said "you are here" and continued to work.

I stood aside, watching him add some other things to the brass solution glowing red, and then

Then pour into the jar and stir, and finally pour in the

He poured the brass water into the molds one by one, and this is not the end. After pouring the brass water into the molds, he put on another cover, and then

From the hole above the lid to the inside

Filled with copper water, and then flipped something on the lid, as if pressing the brass water inside.

The excess copper water slid down the edge, and at this moment, the boss grabbed the edge of the mold with pliers and buckled it dead.

At this point, the boss stopped, heaved a sigh of relief, and then turned to look at me.

"The first batch of the bullets you want has already been made, do you want to take a look?"

I nodded, and at the same time remembered the mold that was buckled just now. It seemed that the bullet inside was about the same size as the one I used?

"This one too?"

He raised his finger and flipped the mold, and the boss nodded.

"Yes, there are shell casings inside, and the warhead needs to be made separately."

Nodded, anyway, in this respect, I know all the seven senses and six senses, but I don't know anything about it.

Anyway, he can do whatever he wants, as long as it works, it's OK.

The boss walked into the house and took out a box full of metal bullets. There were about [-] or so bullets in it.

Are exactly the same.

The difference is that there are some engraved words on the back of my bullets, which are similar to the brand, and the back of these bullets

All smooth, including the primer.

I picked up one round, took out the M500, poured out all the bullets in it, put it in my pocket, and put the bullet into the

Go, swing the gun body, rotate with

With a crisp 'click', it returned to its position, and then adjusted the rotating magazine to aim at the bullet.

"Can I test shoot?"

"Arbitrarily...it's best to face the distant sky."

As he spoke, the boss walked out with doubt and surprise in his eyes.

"This gun is not something that ordinary people can use."

As he said that, he stood beside me and looked at me. I have nothing to say about it. The boss seems to have not listened.

To my rumors, right?

That's right, no one will come in and talk to the boss about what's going on, this guy should be doing martial arts all day long

A class that doesn't care about anything but a container

type.

He raised his hand and directly pulled the trigger. With a loud bang, the muzzle of the gun visibly trembled, but it was only a slight tremor.

move.

There was a look of surprise on the boss's face, but there was nothing about the scar.

But I was a little surprised.

The recoil of this bullet is obviously different from the others.

Increased power?