Fan Keqin deliberately opened the door without concealing it, but the breathing rhythm of the doorman inside did not change at all. This shows that he really slept to death.
So Fan Keqin came closer and coughed again, but the gatekeeper still had no reaction. Great, sleeping pills are still very effective! He reached out and picked up his cup, only a bottom of water was left in it. It swayed for a while, opened the window and splashed out.
Then Fan Keqin no longer hesitated and went directly out of the door and entered the workshop. The various tools and equipment in the watch factory are relatively complete. In addition, Fan Keqin had already prepared the complete modification drawings and knew them well. So first, all the wood on the gun body was removed, and then the position of the butt was modified as previously designed.
Finally, use a hacksaw and tap to remove the trigger arc, trigger, and bolt parts. Then thread the trigger and bolt. Especially the trigger part, which he almost modified into a small iron rod. In this way, the gun almost became a stick as a whole, and almost all of it was modified except that the slot for the scope on it remained unchanged.
Fan Keqin picked up the gun and quickly assembled it, screwed on the trigger and bolt, and checked it several times. After finding that there was no problem, he disassembled it again and put it in the box, even the removed wood, trigger guard and so on. are also placed inside.
He then took out five bullets, placed them on the drilling machine, selected a very small drill bit, drilled lightly at the position of the bullet and stopped it immediately. Wait until it cools down and dig in again.
In fact, it would be great if there was a bullet reloader. You can use pliers to remove the bullet part first, but it would be safer and more convenient to simply drill the bullet. But it’s okay now, as long as you’re careful and slow, it’s okay.
In this way, he drilled small holes in the warheads of five bullets in succession. Then break off the mercury thermometer and carefully drop the mercury into the small eye of the warhead. Then gently slide the wax on the small eye, so that a very thin layer of wax will be coated on it, sealing the mercury inside the small eye.
After everything was completed, Fan Keqin packed all his belongings into the box. The five prepared explosive warheads were individually wrapped in oil paper and placed in a corner of the box.
After restoring everything, Fan Keqin carried the box and walked out of the workshop. He came to the northeast corner again, climbed up the wall, looked around and saw no one around, and jumped out quickly. He calmly returned to his car, started it, put it in gear, and drove forward along the road.
By the time we got home, it was already early the next morning. Lu Xiaoya fell asleep on the sofa. Seeing this, Fan Keqin felt warm. Don't get me wrong, it's the heat in my heart, not the heat below.
It was his fault. He didn't call home today, so he quickly washed up and got a princess hug. Although Lu Xiaoya was woken up by this, she was quite happy.
After getting to bed, Fan Keqin and Lu Xiaoya met frankly, explained in simple terms, from shallow to deep, grasping the advantages, and communicated in detail like a gurgling stream. In the end, with superb language skills and hundreds of millions of reasons, Lu Xiaoya... was convinced... .
Hey, I washed up in vain before and I have to wash it again.
The next morning, after kissing Lu Xiaoya goodbye, he took a large canvas bag from home, put the box in it, and went out directly. But he didn't go to the Security Bureau.
Instead, I bought glue, thread gloves and mesh bags at a daily grocery store. I saw a cart selling watermelons next to me, so I walked over and asked, "Does your melon stay ripe?"
Boss Che was stunned and said: "Sure, boss? If you don't know me, come back and smash my stall."
"Okay, give me two." Fan Keqin pointed at two casually. Pack it in a net bag, pay the money and drive away.
We drove quickly out of the city and came to the foot of a stone mountain after many twists and turns. Turning the car to the back, Fan Keqin took out the melon and carried the canvas bag. After walking in for about ten minutes, I picked an open space.
He placed two watermelons on two stones respectively, then opened the canvas bag, took out the box, and threw some unused wood inside, as well as the cut trigger guard and other things, on the stones on both sides. seam. He walked back, about one hundred and fifty steps, and stopped.
Open the box, quickly assemble the firearm, screw on the trigger and bolt, press the ordinary bullets in, and finally press the scope into the slot. After putting on his gloves, he half-crouched behind a rock, placed the barrel of the gun on it, and aimed at the watermelon on the left.
Adjust the knob with your hand, align the aiming crosshair in the mirror to the middle position, then pull the bolt with a click, aim steadily at the middle of the watermelon on the left, and after remembering the position, gently Pulled the trigger.
There was a gunshot and he felt the recoil hit his shoulder. Fan Keqin looked carefully through the scope and saw that the bullet had plowed a trench on the right side of the watermelon, just above it.
Fan Keqin calculated in his mind and adjusted the knob of the scope again. Then he pulled the bolt with a click, aimed at the middle of the watermelon again, and pulled the trigger.
After a gunshot, the bullet punched a hole in the lower left side of Watermelon. Fan Keqin observed it carefully, and then carefully and gently adjusted the knob a little. He aimed at the middle part of the watermelon again and fired.
There was a crash, and this time, the bullet punched a hole in the middle of the watermelon, but Fan Keqin was not careless and fired ten more shots in succession. Nine of the shots hit the spot he aimed at, and only one shot missed slightly, but that was his own problem, caused by his failure to control his breathing rhythm.
Fan Keqin removed all the bullets with satisfaction, then took out an explosive bullet from the oil paper bag and pressed it into the magazine. The previous watermelon had been shot continuously, and his face was completely disfigured. So this time he aimed at the intact watermelon.
After the crosshair was aligned with the center of the watermelon, Fan Keqin stabilized himself and gently pulled the trigger. With the sound of a gunshot, the watermelon exploded from it, and the scene of watermelon juice splashing could be clearly seen through the scope.
Fan Keqin put away the gun with satisfaction, took out the glue, and fixed the knob on the scope. Then he put the gun aside, lit a cigarette, picked up the bullet casings on the ground, and scattered them into the gaps between stones and grass. Then he sat on a flat stone and slowly finished the cigarette.
