Alien Arms Empire

Chapter 51 51 Concerns and calculations

Jijis looked down at the humble man lying on the ground, and continued to give instructions: "Tell me carefully, tell me where you saw the new weapon you mentioned..."

He didn't think this person could bring him any useful news, and he only met this person to save face for his capable subordinates.

At this moment, he was a little interested in the beggar kneeling on the ground, because he also saw some clues - this man did not look like he was looking for trouble.

The other person’s eyes were full of desire, as if he really planned to make a fortune from him. He has seen this kind of look too many times, and people without any trump cards would not have this kind of look.

The beggar kneeling on the ground finally relieved some of his nervousness at this time and cautiously described his past: "Sir, I, I used to beg for a living in the vicious forest."

Ghis interrupted the man's recollection with some displeasure, and said directly: "There are no outsiders here, so don't talk in such a roundabout way. I don't have time in my head to think about the nonsense said by people like you, do you understand?"

"Yes, sir, I used to be a bandit in the Vicious Forest. I was the second leader of a bandit. A group of us..." The bandit who was kneeling on the ground immediately started talking again.

 “Get to the point!” Geese interrupted him coldly and impatiently, his voice full of majesty.

"We stopped a carriage going to Beiling... There were three people on the carriage. We took advantage of the strength of the crowd and rushed forward." The bandit was forced by his momentum and spoke in fear about that day. Things he saw with his own eyes.

His thoughts followed his own memories, and instantly returned to that moonlit, dark and windy night. He drew the bowstring and shot an arrow at the carriage in the distance, thus kicking off the tragic battle!

He could even hear the sound of the bowstring echoing in his ears, and he could still remember clearly the light like two eyes emitted by the gas lamps on both sides of the carriage.

That battle was really terrible, so he swallowed subconsciously before calming down and continued: "As a result, the people on the carriage fired continuously, first three times with a long gun, and then He took out a pistol!"

 There are... three spears in a carriage? The subordinate standing next to Keith frowned—according to his common sense, such a carriage would either contain important cargo or carry a big shot.

He really couldn't imagine what kind of big shot there would be who would need to prepare three long guns and a pistol in the carriage as self-defense weapons.

If you really care about your life and have to travel at night, wouldn't it be better to hire a guard honestly? If there were a few carriages and a large number of people, these bandits wouldn't take the risk to attack, would they?

Just when he was thinking about this, he only heard the bandit kneeling on the ground continue to say: "A young man fired five consecutive shots with that pistol! I could see clearly that he did not reload or change the gun. My own pistol!"

"Huh?" Giese's hand holding the wine glass stopped in mid-air, and the expression on his face became very unnatural.

 Such a weapon should not exist in this world, because Cyric's decades of arguments have basically proven that it is almost impossible to develop a continuous-fire weapon.

 Previously, there was a weapons designer named Matthews who insisted on the research and development of continuous-fire weapons, causing Cyric to invest a lot of money, but there was no decent return.

This dwarf has been expelled from Cyric's weapons workshop, and I heard that he can only do some weapon repair work in North Ridge.

Hearing Keith's doubts, the bandit immediately began to explain: "I, I really saw it with my own eyes! The young man shot five times in one breath! Although the lights next to the carriage were not that bright, I saw it very clear!"

"The boss of our group was shot to death by that young man twice next to the carriage! It's true! I promise!" As he said, he subconsciously pointed to his side, just like the strong man who fell to the ground after being shot. Han, just lying there.

The horrific scene that night appeared in front of him again—the gunshots one after another, accompanied by the screams or muffled groans of his companions, lingered in the dark for a long time.

He saw with his own eyes that the strong bandit leader, his boss, fell to the ground and turned into a corpse.

The next day, he went back and looked at the battlefield. Some of the corpses had been chewed beyond recognition by wild beasts in the mountains, but he still found holes penetrated by bullets in those corpses.

"You are the most interesting lunatic I have ever seen." Geese walked up to the beggar with great interest, looked down at the ragged guy, and praised him.

 He played with the glass in his hand, with a vague smile on his face: "I have to say, your story is very exciting."

As he spoke, he curled his lips: "You don't even have a so-called blueprint. You just stand in front of me in tattered clothes and claim that you have 'merely' seen a new type of weapon."

“What’s even more interesting is that the weapon you saw can fire continuously, shooting five bullets in one breath...” His words were full of ridicule, but the bandits kneeling on the ground did not dare to interrupt Jis.

He could only kneel there obediently, listening to Keith's words continue to ring above his head: "You can't prove that you have really seen this thing, and there is no way for us to verify whether this thing really exists... Interesting, too Interesting."

Finally, the bandit who had slipped through the net felt that something was not good, but he still mustered up the courage and prepared to defend himself: "Sir, sir..." Unfortunately, as soon as he opened his mouth, he was once again struck by Keith's self-talk. The soliloquy interrupted: "It turns out that someone in this world has actually been able to make... a pistol that fires five shots in a row... Hahahaha!"

"It's so interesting, I really can't wait!" Giese looked at his confidants beside him, his tone full of joy.

He seemed to have believed everything the bandit at his feet said, and said with emotion: "I haven't gone out for a long, long time. There is someone in this world who can make a pistol that fires continuously... Cyric No, there are no other arms dealers, but there are some in the vicious forest where birds don’t shit..."

 “Hahaha!” After saying this, regardless of the dull atmosphere in the room, he laughed to himself, a little unscrupulously.

After he finished laughing, he looked at his confidant again, and then asked him: "Do you know now why I hate seeing these people in the market?"

"Yes, yes, sir." The subordinate was a little embarrassed and could only lower his head and admit his mistake.

"Wow..." Keith suddenly hit the glass in his hand on the back of the bandit's head. The thick glass instantly turned into pieces, and the blood was mixed with the wine and flowed along the bandit's oily and sticky body. The strands of hair flowed onto the expensive carpet.

 “Uh!” The bandit grunted, then collapsed on the ground without making any sound.

Ghis sternly scolded his men: "Next time! If you let a fool like this in again, I will let him go and kill you!"

 “I’m sorry, sir.” The subordinate immediately replied in silence.

"Drag him out! Make sure he is dead...and then send him to the Sheriff. Tell him that we caught a bandit who came to blackmail him!" Geese took out a handkerchief and wiped his hands before continuing to order.

 “Yes, sir!” The man lowered his head.

"You, take two people, go to the Vicious Forest and ask Baron Stella to see if anything interesting happened." Geese threw the handkerchief on the bandit's body, and soon The quick handkerchief was soaked with bright red blood.

"Sir, you are not..." The men were stunned for a moment, and some could not believe Giese's order.

"Don't I not believe what he said? No, on the contrary! Of course I won't believe a lunatic who is showing off with blueprints. But so far, no one has dared to come to me without any evidence. This is nonsense." Giese explained arrogantly: "So, I think what he said is probably true..."

"Then...my lord, why..." The subordinate was even more surprised.

"Why kill him? Because I don't want him to take my money and go to other places to say what he just said!" Keith sneered: "I don't think there are any new weapons on Stella's side... What I’m worried about is that Fischereau is behind this!”

“I understand,” the subordinate nodded immediately.

 “Go!” Geese waved his hand: “Let someone change the carpet...”

 “Yes!” The subordinate bowed and retreated.

 …

 “Sneeze!” Tang Mo shuddered, rubbed his nose, and continued to inspect his production workshop with his hands behind his back.

 In the past two days, his production has gradually been on track. Boxes of bullets have been produced. He has prepared thousands of rounds of ammunition for the count!

At the same time, he also manufactured 30 more K1 guns. If Tiger comes back, he may be shocked by Tang Mo's production speed again: within a month, Tang Mo can almost hand over more than 200 more guns. Quick gun, this production speed is already very scary.

Roger on the side looked at him and reminded: "The weather is getting colder day by day, you'd better wear more clothes."

Tang Mo continued to watch his workers producing paper-cased fixed-loaded ammunition one after another, and muttered without raising his head: "I'm fine... I guess either a girl is thinking about me, or some **** is plotting against me! "

“Don’t worry, it’s definitely not the case.” Roger glanced at Tang Mo and shook his head.

“Perhaps, both?” Tang Mo put on a handsome smile that he thought was radiant.

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Yesterday's update, Dragon Ling explained here: There are some manuscripts, and many, but Long Ling jumped and wrote ... It happened to be here, but I didn't write it, so I could only ask for leave yesterday. There is actually a manuscript at the back...it's true.

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