The City of Terror

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"Well? Yes, but this big gun is not very easy. I have a few shots in my hometown. I will go back next time and take you to pick one shot."

Cheng Biwu also thought that Wei Xiaobei wanted to customize a big gun and laughed back.

Wei Xiaobei didn't talk much. He reached out and took off his clothes. The leg hair wrapped around his waist caused Cheng Biwu to pay attention.

"this is?"

Without waiting for the answer, Wu Xiaobei turned and changed his direction. The right hand gently pulled the tip of the leg hair. As the bond disappeared, the leg hair immediately bounced off, smashing, making a sound of breaking the air. Wei Xiaobei bounced out of the waist, then slammed into a row of weapons, slammed the weapons on the weapon rack, and finally stopped a few times on the rubber floor.

To be honest, just that scene, almost made Cheng Biwu look silly, and thought it was a very elastic rubber rod.

But if you want to come, Wei Xiaobei is not the kind of person who likes to make jokes. Cheng Biwu rushed over and took the leg hair in his hand.

As soon as he started, Cheng Biwu knew that this was definitely not the rubber stick he imagined.

The start is smooth, extremely flexible, and the hands are hard to shake, and the toughness is good.

Cheng Biwu couldn’t help but look brighter. He turned to Wei Xiaobei and asked: "Is this the material you are going to use to make the gun?"

Wei Xiaobei nodded, and said a little more by the way: "It’s smashing outside."

Who would like to know, Cheng Biwu almost made a small blood spurt out of Wei Xiaobei: "Can you still get it?"

"On this one." Wei Xiaobei's heart is bitter, Master seems to look at this leg hair?

It is also true that the martial arts people’s love for the good weapons is unimaginable to outsiders. Even if Master gives birth to this heart, it is normal.

Cheng Biwu took a look at Wei Xiaobei, but he didn't ask more. Anyway, Wei Xiaobei had some mysterious secrets during this time. Cheng Biwu had some thoughts to ask other things.

"If this thing is used to make a gun, I am afraid it will be several times better than a white wax rod."

After Cheng Biwu shook a few legs, he walked toward the back of the hall with his legs and hair, and Wei Xiaobei naturally followed.

Behind the hall is the residence of Cheng Biwu, Wei Xiaobei and others, and there is a small warehouse inside.

Cheng Biwu asked Liu Jiancheng to open the warehouse door, opened the lights, and the group went in.

Wei Xiaobei was the first time to enter the warehouse, but it was a bit curious.

There are quite a few things in this warehouse, broken weapons, unformed weapons, wooden sticks, flags, and some machines.

I can see that even Yao Wu is afraid to rarely enter here.

But if you want to come, the frequency of use here is too low. If there is no weapon damage, it will not be used here.

Cheng Biwu threw the leg hair on a wooden table, then found a tape measure, and measured the length of the leg hair, and let Wei Xiaobei unfold his hands. He used the tape measure to move Wei Xiaobei front and back, height, arms and thighs. Wait a minute for the number of parts.

After that, Cheng Biwu stared at the ceiling again, as if he was thinking about something.

Wei Xiaobei and others did not dare to disturb Master, standing on the side to accompany Master.

It didn't take long for Cheng Biwu to seem to be better. Then he used a brush to stain the yellow pigment, drew a draft of the gun on a piece of white paper, and then made several marks on the leg hair.

"Well, that's right."

Cheng Biwu looked at the leg and nodded. Then he dragged the leg hair to a cutting machine and fixed it on the cutting machine. For the sake of safety, Wei Xiaobei tightened the leg and he was the left hand. Grab the other end, turn the power of the cutting machine on the right hand, and press the high-speed rotating wheel toward the leg.

As for Yao Wu being sent to make tea, Liu Jiancheng followed the arrangement of Cheng Biwu and used the grinder to make the gun head.

Wei Xiaobei wants to use a white knife to make the gun head, but the white mist knife can corrode other things. It’s too eye-catching. Besides, Wei Xiaobei looks at the draft of the gun head drawn by Cheng Biwu. More than a ruler, the length of the white fog knife is shorter than the dagger, and it is not suitable.

Therefore, after hesitating for a while, Wei Xiaobei did not speak much.

Hey, the grinding wheel slowly pressed on the leg hair, and then it sounded a sigh.

The fixing device on the cutting machine was about to be freed by the leg hair, and Wei Xiaobei had to press it hard.

After cutting for a while, Cheng Biwu stopped the cutting machine and looked down at the cutting situation.

Wei Xiaobei also saw it on the side, cutting it for less than half a minute, leaving a shallow white mark on the leg.

Cheng Biwu couldn't help but scratch his head. Some wondered: "Is this stuff too strong?"

Seeing Master’s wonder, Wei Xiaobei could only smile and laugh. To be honest, he was also amazed.

Although this cutting machine is not a special model in the factory, it is a small matter to cut a steel bar and iron plate. It consumes up to a grinding wheel.

But the legs of the Longbo people are a little scary, and the grinding wheel cuts on it for more than half a minute, leaving a white mark.

Cheng Biwu stretched his hand and slid back and forth on the white print for a few times. He was relieved. Fortunately, this white print touched some hands and it seemed that the cutting machine was of some use.

"Master?" Wei Xiaobei saw Cheng Biwu did not move for a long time, could not help but ask.

"Nothing, let's continue."

Hey, sneak away, and the strange noises once again broke the silence of the night sky, causing some neighbors to protest.

Yao Wu, who came over a few cups, closed the door.

Although the warehouse door may not be able to block much noise, at least those neighbors did not protest.

Hey!

After cutting for a few minutes, suddenly, a cracking sound, the wheel that had been rubbed red quickly broke, and a large piece of debris was shot, and then inserted into the wall more than one inch.

"Master, or else, let's change the way?"

Wei Xiaobei was shocked.

"No." Cheng Biwu is not the kind of person who is easy to give up, the wheel is changed, and the cockroach is dry again.

Hey! Not long after, the new wheel was broken again.

Cheng Biwu touched the white mark, and after the two grinding wheels collapsed continuously, the white mark was a little deeper, but according to this progress, the five grinding wheels in the warehouse collapsed completely, I am afraid I could not use this thing. Cut off.

After thinking about it, Cheng Biwu brought in two cylinders, one is milky white, marked with acetylene, and the other is yellow, marked with industrial oxygen.

Then install the two-channel nozzle, unscrew the switch, use a lighter, call, a bright white flame rushed out of the nozzle.

Cheng Biwu adjusted the size and put the flame outside the flame on the white mark of the leg hair.

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