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Chapter 2 Bad News and Cheats
Chapter 2 Bad News and Cheats
After the triumphant Sherlock pushed open the door of his gun shop, what he saw was a dazzling array of firearms hanging on the wall, ranging from AK series to AR series, full of them.
From firearms to accessories, everything was neat and tidy. The most exaggerated thing was that there was actually an Italian cannon of the same style as Li Yunlong placed in the middle of the entire venue.
Although there was a not-for-sale sign next to the cannon, Sherlock couldn't help sighing, it is indeed a free America, the lighthouse country where gun battles are held every day.
This fucking cannon can be put on display in the store, what else can't it do?
Of course, in addition to these firearms that can be called a treasure trove for military fans, Sherlock was naturally surprised by his English level.
With the densely packed English letters on the display board, Sherlock doesn't look much different from Chinese. Sherlock even tried it, and the opening is also a seamless switch between Chinese and English.
This made Sherlock's tears of excitement almost come down. You must know that in the four years of university, Sherlock was in the top of the class in all professional courses, except for English.
It's like having a grudge with Sherlock, failing every year, making up exams every year, and retaking every year.
If it hadn't been for the next year, the English teacher saw that Sherlock was really pitiful, and scooped up a lot of Sherlock, it is estimated that Sherlock's graduation certificate would be a problem.
A wave of time travel solved the two major problems in his life--poverty and English, and Sherlock felt that his life seemed to have reached its peak.
He happily took down a fully modified ak105 rifle from the wall and held it in his arms. While enjoying the pleasure of pulling the bolt with his backhand, he found his big chair on the sales table, and turned on the TV in a satisfied book.
One gun in hand, the world I have, Sherlock, wants to see what interesting TV programs are on the TV on the other side of the big eyes.
It's just that the TV just turned on, and Sherlock's originally happy and satisfied mood was like riding a roller coaster, quickly falling to the bottom of the valley.
The reason is also very simple, the person who appeared on TV, Sherlock can be said to be too familiar, Iron Man-Tony Stark! ! !
Seeing this man, who is exactly like Robert Downey Jr., flaunting his arms around two ridiculously beautiful models, and beckoning to the camera, Sherlock felt that his three views were shattered.
Ignoring the big AK baby in his arms, he casually threw the amazing AK-105 that he had just treasured on the bar, and Sherlock picked up the computer at hand and started to Google crazily.
After a long time, Sherlock stopped typing on the keyboard with tears streaming down his face. There was only one thought in his mind, I want to go home! ! ! !
The reason is also very simple. After Sherlock went through a big search on the Internet, he realized one thing very clearly. He seemed to have traveled into the world of Marvel.
That's right, it's the Marvel World of Wakanda, where aliens invade at every turn, has the purple sweet potato essence of the Universal Family Planning Commission, and has technology far superior to the world for hundreds of years, but likes to fight with cold weapons.
But the good news is that under Sherlock's search, he didn't find any genius school founded by the big bald Charles who can read minds, and there are no strange cities like Gotham City or Metropolis.
It can't be said that there is no such thing at all. I don't know why, but these things all appear in a company's comics, and these things don't exist in reality.
This made Sherlock breathe a sigh of relief. Fortunately, it is not a DC-Marvel-integrated American comic setting. Otherwise, relying on the dark style of DC's side, Sherlock felt that it would be better for him to commit suicide as soon as possible.
Although through a simple search, Sherlock roughly affirmed that he might be in the world of the so-called movie, not those weird comic book settings, but Sherlock still felt chills all over his body.
After all, Sherlock, who was born under the red flag before crossing, grew up in the spring breeze, and was well protected by the country, the most evil thing he has ever seen is the level of punks fighting.
Now traveling to this Marvel world where human lives are worse than dogs, and still in the disaster-stricken Greater New York, Sherlock feels deeply hopeless. Sherlock, who is an orphan himself, has never had a strong sense of security since he was a child.
Knowing that he has traveled to the Marvel world now, Sherlock has fallen into the anxiety of security. In such a chaotic environment, Sherlock can't find anything that can protect him.
Is it just relying on the guns around me?This idea just appeared, and was directly rejected by Sherlock.
Don't be kidding, if you really want to face those super villains, let alone firearms, Sherlock feels that he doesn't have enough firepower even if he holds that Italian cannon in his hand and uses it as a gun.
Just as Sherlock was holding his head and constantly thinking about whether he could snatch the chance of one of the so-called "protagonists", a pleasant ding sounded very abruptly in Sherlock's ear.
The voice was so clear and pleasant, according to Sherlock's routine of reading novels before, Sherlock guessed that it should be his cheating finger.
"System?? System father?? System mother??? Ancestor??? You showed up after you finished!!!!"
While cursing, Sherlock kept posing in strange poses, trying to prove that it wasn't his auditory hallucination just now, frantically wanting to summon the system that just popped out.
Not to mention, Sherlock really succeeded. At the moment of posing a strange pose, Sherlock was scolding his mother, but found that he seemed to have come to a place that looked like a library in an instant.
The rows of huge bookshelves seem to be invisible, and the books on them all look extremely old, and they seem to be called antiques.
Next to Sherlock are two unusually tall vending machines. After studying for a while, Sherlock didn't find out what these two vending machines sold.
And after Sherlock finished studying the two vending machines, Sherlock's attention was immediately attracted by the long box on a table not far ahead.
After impatiently walking forward to open the box, Sherlock was immediately stunned by the contents of the box.
The thing inside is very familiar to Sherlock, it is the old wand in Harry Potter!And it's a very well-crafted old wand that looks like the real thing.
"Fuck?"
Somewhat surprised, Sherlock picked up the Elder Wand in the box, and in an instant, a wave of memories flooded into Sherlock's head. It was not quite the memory, it should be said to be a feeling.
The moment Sherlock picked up the old wand, Sherlock was almost sure of one thing, that is, the old wand was absolutely loyal to him, and he could indeed use the magic in Harry Potter with this old wand!
After a while, Sherlock, who gradually calmed down, seemed to have thought of something, and the corner of his mouth twitched as he looked at the endless rows of bookshelves not far away.
If Sherlock guessed correctly, he can use magic with a wand now, then the rows of bookshelves should be the so-called magic books in Harry Potter, right?
Putting the wand on his ear casually, Sherlock came to the bookshelf and began to verify his conjecture. It was just a book, and Sherlock shed tears of pain.
I never imagined that I have graduated for a long time, but now I have to start the study journey again from the beginning, and the mother is completely self-study! !
Think about the protagonists in the novels I read before time travel, either it is a sign-in system or a flat system, all kinds of things get something for nothing.
Looking at his row of endless bookshelves, Sherlock couldn't help but feel sad and shed tears of humiliation.
Fortunately, it's not like he hasn't experienced such a thing in his previous life. Coupled with the tempering of 996, Sherlock sorted out his mood in just a short while.
Damn, isn't it just rolls?In truth, is there any nation in the world that can beat me in Greater China?For his own life, Sherlock picked up the "Magic Fundamentals-From Beginning to Burying" in his hand with a look of grief and indignation, and began to study it.
(End of this chapter)
After the triumphant Sherlock pushed open the door of his gun shop, what he saw was a dazzling array of firearms hanging on the wall, ranging from AK series to AR series, full of them.
From firearms to accessories, everything was neat and tidy. The most exaggerated thing was that there was actually an Italian cannon of the same style as Li Yunlong placed in the middle of the entire venue.
Although there was a not-for-sale sign next to the cannon, Sherlock couldn't help sighing, it is indeed a free America, the lighthouse country where gun battles are held every day.
This fucking cannon can be put on display in the store, what else can't it do?
Of course, in addition to these firearms that can be called a treasure trove for military fans, Sherlock was naturally surprised by his English level.
With the densely packed English letters on the display board, Sherlock doesn't look much different from Chinese. Sherlock even tried it, and the opening is also a seamless switch between Chinese and English.
This made Sherlock's tears of excitement almost come down. You must know that in the four years of university, Sherlock was in the top of the class in all professional courses, except for English.
It's like having a grudge with Sherlock, failing every year, making up exams every year, and retaking every year.
If it hadn't been for the next year, the English teacher saw that Sherlock was really pitiful, and scooped up a lot of Sherlock, it is estimated that Sherlock's graduation certificate would be a problem.
A wave of time travel solved the two major problems in his life--poverty and English, and Sherlock felt that his life seemed to have reached its peak.
He happily took down a fully modified ak105 rifle from the wall and held it in his arms. While enjoying the pleasure of pulling the bolt with his backhand, he found his big chair on the sales table, and turned on the TV in a satisfied book.
One gun in hand, the world I have, Sherlock, wants to see what interesting TV programs are on the TV on the other side of the big eyes.
It's just that the TV just turned on, and Sherlock's originally happy and satisfied mood was like riding a roller coaster, quickly falling to the bottom of the valley.
The reason is also very simple, the person who appeared on TV, Sherlock can be said to be too familiar, Iron Man-Tony Stark! ! !
Seeing this man, who is exactly like Robert Downey Jr., flaunting his arms around two ridiculously beautiful models, and beckoning to the camera, Sherlock felt that his three views were shattered.
Ignoring the big AK baby in his arms, he casually threw the amazing AK-105 that he had just treasured on the bar, and Sherlock picked up the computer at hand and started to Google crazily.
After a long time, Sherlock stopped typing on the keyboard with tears streaming down his face. There was only one thought in his mind, I want to go home! ! ! !
The reason is also very simple. After Sherlock went through a big search on the Internet, he realized one thing very clearly. He seemed to have traveled into the world of Marvel.
That's right, it's the Marvel World of Wakanda, where aliens invade at every turn, has the purple sweet potato essence of the Universal Family Planning Commission, and has technology far superior to the world for hundreds of years, but likes to fight with cold weapons.
But the good news is that under Sherlock's search, he didn't find any genius school founded by the big bald Charles who can read minds, and there are no strange cities like Gotham City or Metropolis.
It can't be said that there is no such thing at all. I don't know why, but these things all appear in a company's comics, and these things don't exist in reality.
This made Sherlock breathe a sigh of relief. Fortunately, it is not a DC-Marvel-integrated American comic setting. Otherwise, relying on the dark style of DC's side, Sherlock felt that it would be better for him to commit suicide as soon as possible.
Although through a simple search, Sherlock roughly affirmed that he might be in the world of the so-called movie, not those weird comic book settings, but Sherlock still felt chills all over his body.
After all, Sherlock, who was born under the red flag before crossing, grew up in the spring breeze, and was well protected by the country, the most evil thing he has ever seen is the level of punks fighting.
Now traveling to this Marvel world where human lives are worse than dogs, and still in the disaster-stricken Greater New York, Sherlock feels deeply hopeless. Sherlock, who is an orphan himself, has never had a strong sense of security since he was a child.
Knowing that he has traveled to the Marvel world now, Sherlock has fallen into the anxiety of security. In such a chaotic environment, Sherlock can't find anything that can protect him.
Is it just relying on the guns around me?This idea just appeared, and was directly rejected by Sherlock.
Don't be kidding, if you really want to face those super villains, let alone firearms, Sherlock feels that he doesn't have enough firepower even if he holds that Italian cannon in his hand and uses it as a gun.
Just as Sherlock was holding his head and constantly thinking about whether he could snatch the chance of one of the so-called "protagonists", a pleasant ding sounded very abruptly in Sherlock's ear.
The voice was so clear and pleasant, according to Sherlock's routine of reading novels before, Sherlock guessed that it should be his cheating finger.
"System?? System father?? System mother??? Ancestor??? You showed up after you finished!!!!"
While cursing, Sherlock kept posing in strange poses, trying to prove that it wasn't his auditory hallucination just now, frantically wanting to summon the system that just popped out.
Not to mention, Sherlock really succeeded. At the moment of posing a strange pose, Sherlock was scolding his mother, but found that he seemed to have come to a place that looked like a library in an instant.
The rows of huge bookshelves seem to be invisible, and the books on them all look extremely old, and they seem to be called antiques.
Next to Sherlock are two unusually tall vending machines. After studying for a while, Sherlock didn't find out what these two vending machines sold.
And after Sherlock finished studying the two vending machines, Sherlock's attention was immediately attracted by the long box on a table not far ahead.
After impatiently walking forward to open the box, Sherlock was immediately stunned by the contents of the box.
The thing inside is very familiar to Sherlock, it is the old wand in Harry Potter!And it's a very well-crafted old wand that looks like the real thing.
"Fuck?"
Somewhat surprised, Sherlock picked up the Elder Wand in the box, and in an instant, a wave of memories flooded into Sherlock's head. It was not quite the memory, it should be said to be a feeling.
The moment Sherlock picked up the old wand, Sherlock was almost sure of one thing, that is, the old wand was absolutely loyal to him, and he could indeed use the magic in Harry Potter with this old wand!
After a while, Sherlock, who gradually calmed down, seemed to have thought of something, and the corner of his mouth twitched as he looked at the endless rows of bookshelves not far away.
If Sherlock guessed correctly, he can use magic with a wand now, then the rows of bookshelves should be the so-called magic books in Harry Potter, right?
Putting the wand on his ear casually, Sherlock came to the bookshelf and began to verify his conjecture. It was just a book, and Sherlock shed tears of pain.
I never imagined that I have graduated for a long time, but now I have to start the study journey again from the beginning, and the mother is completely self-study! !
Think about the protagonists in the novels I read before time travel, either it is a sign-in system or a flat system, all kinds of things get something for nothing.
Looking at his row of endless bookshelves, Sherlock couldn't help but feel sad and shed tears of humiliation.
Fortunately, it's not like he hasn't experienced such a thing in his previous life. Coupled with the tempering of 996, Sherlock sorted out his mood in just a short while.
Damn, isn't it just rolls?In truth, is there any nation in the world that can beat me in Greater China?For his own life, Sherlock picked up the "Magic Fundamentals-From Beginning to Burying" in his hand with a look of grief and indignation, and began to study it.
(End of this chapter)
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