After dinner with Uncle Bai Ningguang, Xueming was ready to leave and returned to Hengyin alone to pay New Year greetings.
When the father and daughter heard this, they immediately became unhappy.
Bai Zijin asked: "Aren't you going to take me with you?"
Bai Ningguang asked: "You don't want to stay all night? I heard from my daughter that you are good and fast at repairing things. I also want to ask you to do a favor and help me repair my toys!"
Xueming took off his cold jacket and explained to Xiao Qi: "You should stay at home with your uncle. We have a lot of time, but you two have very little time."
"Oh...ok..." Xiao Qi curled her lips and ran to the kitchen to wash the dishes.
"As for your toys, uncle..." Jiang Xueming rolled up his sleeves and pulled out the tool box from under the sofa: "Show it to me."
Bai Ningguang immediately smiled and pulled out a large cardboard box from the bedroom.
Jiang Xueming took a closer look——
——Good guy, they are all toy guns, more than twenty of them.
There are cultural relics from 2005 and valuables from 2025.
Some sound and light toys can hear strange sounds like "Dad's dad is grandpa" when you press the trigger.
These broken treasures were collected by Bai Ningguang and he was reluctant to throw them away.
When Jiang Xueming saw these things, he started scratching his head. To be honest, this was still his job - when he was selling offal in Hung Hom, there were many GAS competition pistols in the shooting range, which were just toys in the eyes of the military and police.
Xueming knows how to repair these things and can understand the structure at a glance.
"Uncle, don't we have money? I understand if you want to hold an arms exhibition at home, but I don't understand if you hold a cultural relics exhibition. How about throwing away the broken gadgets and buying new ones?"
Bai Ningguang immediately patted his chest and said, "No! These are my swords!"
Jiang Xueming was surprised: "Is it possible that they still have a record?"
"Of course!" Bai Ningguang said with a smile: "Look at this!"
An SVD plastic gun was tinkered out of a cardboard box.
"I bought it when Xiaoqi was born. I went to the woods to shoot partridges and sparrows. Others used lead bullets. I couldn't afford an air gun, so I used this to shoot them. I shot them back and used Chunxiang stew to replenish my health."
Jiang Xueming was shocked: "Uncle, don't build this thing - it is illegal to put it aside now. If I want to build it, it will be considered a crime of manufacturing guns."
"I don't want you to fix it, I just want it to be beautiful..." Bai Ningguang stroked the hollow plastic wood grain support of SVD. Fortunately, it was a plastic part, otherwise it would have been rotten by today.
"Understood. Restoration model, right?" Xueming took the SVD from his father-in-law and began to dismantle it.
"Yes, yes..." Bai Ningguang's eyes immediately lit up when he saw that Jiang Xueming's method of dismantling toys didn't look like he was messing around.
He quickly picked up another pistol, which was a miniature model.
"This, this! And this, all made of aluminum alloy M1911. I spent a lot of effort to buy them."
Jiang Xueming disassembled the toys and cleaned the dust and mold spots, pulled out a large footbath from the toilet, poured Blue Moon laundry detergent, threw all the parts in, picked up a sponge and started wiping.
He craned his neck to look at the M1911, which was no bigger than a palm and looked like a child's model.
Bai Ningguang said excitedly: "I bought this for Qingqing. It's her tenth birthday gift."
Jiang Xueming: "Why did you think of giving this as a gift?"
"I want to teach her how to draw a gun safely, carry it around, and change ammo quickly." Bai Ningguang explained: "At that time, the only junk iron on the market was zinc alloy, and children wouldn't grow up if they touched it too much - I asked someone to go to the mold factory. After begging for a long time, I got an aluminum alloy scale model. I can't hit anything, so I can only play with it after removing it from the shell. You see..."
After saying that, Bai Ningguang pulled up the sleeve with his generous palm, and plastic bullet molds immediately popped out from the ejection port.
But this thing is old, and the shell ejection function is not very efficient.
Bai Ningguang worked hard for a long time, but couldn't take out the bullet casing——
——Xue Ming reached over to release the magazine, pulled the slide again, and the cartridge case obeyed and fell out of the grip.
Bai Ningguang smiled happily: "Okay! Can this be repaired? Xiao Jiang? Qingqing took this out to play, and many children were envious. Her classmates came to snatch it -"
After saying this, Uncle Ning Guang immediately took aim with his gun.
"I just saw my daughter pushing people away with a 'Hey!', raising her gun, clicking, clicking, pretending. And then...then."
Uncle Ning Guang smiled, but began to pant.
"Then she said - bad things, no robbery allowed."
Xueming took some paper from the table and sent it to her uncle, "Don't cry. It's a Chinese New Year."
"I'm very happy, I..." Bai Ningguang didn't know what to say: "I feel very, very good - Xiao Jiang, when I think of that time, when I was still young... Chunxiang didn't leave, and would often go home to see Look. We’re not divorced.”
Jiang Xueming didn't speak, but skillfully unlocked the sleeve and looked at all the rusty aluminum parts. It might be difficult to repair.
Cold metal - not like plastic love, not like plastic love.
If it is just nylon or ABS, it can be repaired with light-cured resin or automotive putty.
Aluminum alloy is very difficult to rust. It has low density and is easy to oxidize and rust when bumped. These are all irreversible damages. If you really want to restore it like Uncle Bai Ningguang said, I'm afraid you have to go back to the furnace and rebuild it.
Xueming looked at this toy - or rather, this toy model.
He could vaguely remember that there was no training related to combat skills in the large pile of notes on Xiaoqi's crew ID.
In other words - Bai Qingqing has never received formal training as an armed employee of the station.
When she used the ASH-12, her gun-holding posture was very standard. Even if the skin on her palms burst and bleeds when she fired continuously, her standing posture did not deform.
I'm afraid all of these are precious skills that Uncle Bai Ningguang taught Xiao Qi with toy guns since he was a child.
The use of modern toys is very simple, and weapons must be becoming more and more convenient and easier to use. Now when you go to Douyin, you can see teenagers using model toys to practice shooting guns quickly.
In a way, this hobby taught by the King of Children has saved Xiao Qi countless times and also saved Xueming's life.
"Can it be fixed?" Bai Ningguang wiped away his tears, and there was hope again in his eyes: "Can it be fixed? Can it be done?"
Xueming nodded: "Okay."
Bai Ningguang then pulled out a model of the Bayi model from the carton.
"This - this was before Xiaoqi was born, the Yugoslav Embassy was bombed by the Americans. My friends from the Taohe Police Station and I were so angry that we cried. I felt very powerless and incompetent, so I ran to chop down trees. I didn’t know what to do with the chopped wood, so I whittled it into a spear like this.”
The wood has rotted away. Judging from the steel bars embedded inside, Uncle Ning Guang might have really wanted to use this thing on the battlefield as a bait target. Its gun shape is very correct - even if a few corners are missing, the Russian The pedigree of Shi Guoqi is still there, and you can see what the Bayi Shi looks like at a glance.
Without waiting for Uncle Ning Guang to ask.
Xueming immediately said: "Yes. It can be fixed."
Immediately afterwards, Uncle Ning Guang pulled out a 95-style weapon from the carton.
It's a toy from five years ago, an electric launcher made of resin gel.
"I bought this thing five years ago. The workmanship is very hip-it was bought from Taobao. I am old. During the border conflict between China and India, I heard about the bloodshed and sacrifice of border guards, so I ran to the police station to donate money. Money - I don’t know what to do, but they don’t want my money, they just tell me to eat more, sleep more, stay healthy, and be ready to fight at all times.”
Bai Ningguang stroked the Type 95 bullpup receiver.
"So I bought this..."
Jiang Xueming took a look at it and said while taking it apart.
"Its gear set is broken. The plastic gear pulls the air cylinder to launch the resin ball. The fragments of the rubber ball can easily fall into the high-speed rotating bevel teeth - this can be repaired."
Bai Ningguang waved his hand quickly: "No, no, no, I don't want you to practice this part."
Jiang Xueming was confused: "Why?"
Bai Ningguang looked serious: "Nowadays, many children are beating around with this. I bought it not because it can hit something, but because I, as a worker, can feel the feeling of a border guard standing guard with a gun..."
Jiang Xueming: "That's easy to handle."
Bai Ningguang: "And it's made of two shells put together. It's soft when pinched. I want to touch something heavy and solid, which makes people feel at ease."
Jiang Xueming: "This is made of nylon material, which is easy to solve."
Finished talking about Uncle Ning Guang’s patriotism.
Then Jiang Xueming found something not so patriotic from the carton——
——Winchester M1887 shotgun toy.
Bai Ningguang explained solemnly: "This is..."
Jiang Xueming suffered from an occupational disease: "Arnold Schwarzenegger's gun, pump-action structure, shoots No. 10 shotgun."
Bai Ningguang: "No, no, no, no, shooting 13mm soft bullets, sponge bullets."
Jiang Xueming immediately opened the gun and looked at it carefully: "The ejection shell is broken. Uncle, you are so cruel. This small part is made of steel."
Bai Ningguang's old face turned red: "Chunxiang and I confirmed our relationship at the cinema - this was the movie she and I watched, the first part of "Terminator"."
Jiang Xueming: "It's of commemorative significance. It can be repaired by replacing small parts."
To say that the pump-action shotgun is the romance of the king of children, what follows is a bit unreasonable——
——Magap customized M870 competition shotgun.
Jiang Xueming was ashamed. When he pulled this large and expensive toy out of the carton, he even felt that the prototype was not that heavy.
"A serious art weapon. Uncle, how do you explain it? Is there any origin?"
Bai Ningguang hesitated and said: "M870 is the best-selling furniture in the United States..."
Jiang Xueming: “God damn furniture.”
Bai Ningguang: "I was just thinking, if one day, we really start fighting with the American devils! We must at least understand their main weapons, right? This is still the best-selling thing in the United States - I have to understand it."
Jiang Xueming pressed hard: "That makes sense! Where is it broken?"
Bai Ningguang: "The barrel can't be pulled..."
The toy in Jiang Xueming's hand was very new, just like Xiaoqi sending money home. After Uncle Bai got rich, he started to spend a lot of money and buy some things with unknown meanings.
Xueming pressed the release button and the barrel unlocked smoothly, and then explained: "There is a trigger safety here. If you don't turn it on, if you can't pull the trigger, the barrel will be locked to prevent collision and accidental ejection of the case. The design, the prototype also has this design, isn’t this toy cheap?”
Uncle Ning Guang's face suddenly turned red: "Uh... more than two thousand yuan."
Xueming handed M870 back to Uncle Ning Guang: "It doesn't need to be repaired, it is good."
Ning Guang hugged this expensive treasure and immediately threw it away in disgust, "What the hell? It's so complicated..."
Xueming took out a very familiar thing from the carton.
Specifically——
——It is the toy version of BAT·MASTER, and it is the peripheral product of the "John Wick" movie.
It feels very strange, like you have found a low-end version of your girlfriend outside. She looks very similar to the goddess of your dreams, but different. She is low-end in every aspect.
The competitive weapons based on STI2011 are very heavy, and their ammunition capacity is more than twenty rounds. What Jiang Xueming took out from the box now should be a replica from a domestic toy factory.
Bai Ningguang was just about to explain: "Ah, this...this...my ex-wife and I both like Keanu Reeves. We liked him when we were young, and we like him till we grow old."
Jiang Xueming was silent. He didn't know what to say. If he was asked to make another Battle Master, it would only be a matter of running the program on the machine tool, but it would be a bit difficult to repair this toy.
This is a knock-off of a knock-off—
——According to the competitive firearms at the shooting range in HK, one of them is a reduced-charge rapid-fire pistol, which is used with a red dot on the bridge, such as in Leslie Cheung and Louis Koo's "The King of Guns". Competition pistol.
The other type is the pneumatic GAS pistol used for indoor CQB practice. This is what Jiang Xueming, Meteor and Teacher Baoquan said. He once touched this type of toy at a legal and compliant shooting range, using hard plastic bullets. If not done properly, it can easily cause accidental injury and has been classified as a firearm.
Now the BAT·MASTER in Jiang Xueming's hands is a secondary derivative toy that is copied and copied from the prototype.
Its shape has been modified from the prototype, its proportions are incorrect, and its engravings and inscriptions are incorrect.
But having said that, the shape of this thing is very realistic.
Wake up! Just taking it out can scare a lot of people!
"It's always bad..." Bai Ningguang said cautiously: "And I just play it at home. I'm addicted to killing gods like Keanu Reeves. I will never take it out. I am a law-abiding and good citizen, and I will never take it out." Affecting public order."
Jiang Xueming followed the disassembly and maintenance methods of the prototype and unwrapped the pneumatic toy——
"——It's actually almost the same as the prototype..."
He skillfully assembled and loaded the gun, and aimed the gun according to the CARS central axis re-locking technology, keeping alert.
This is the most commonly used combat stance after he obtained the Battle Master.
Bai Ningguang finally saw something different in the hands of his future son-in-law.
This kid seems to know how to use any toy——
——Just like an ancient knight, if you throw a lot of weapons in front of him, he will take care of them, repair them, and use them.
The King of Children finally became alert and began to doubt Jiang Xueming's true identity.
"you..."
Jiang Xueming has not yet come to his senses.
Bai Ningguang immediately asked: "Are you selling toys?"
Jiang Xueming was stunned and couldn't help him.
"I'm... from a security company, not a toy seller."
Fortunately, the witty Xueming thought quickly enough.
"The boss asked me to be a bodyguard to protect the safety of trains and railways. I have touched many guns."
Before Bai Ningguang could ask for more details, Jiang Xueming quickly changed the topic and fiddled with the toy model in his hand.
"How much does this thing cost? It's all steel, isn't it expensive?"
Bai Ningguang: "It's not expensive, only seven thousand and seven."
Jiang Xueming: "One thousand and one?"
Bai Ningguang: "Seven thousand seven."
Jiang Xueming: "Yen?"
Bai Ningguang: "RMB."
Jiang Xueming found it unbelievable. Seriously speaking, if you have a gun certificate abroad, it only costs more than 400 dollars to buy a Glock. Are all domestic toy factories so inflated?
"Uncle, if you have this money, why don't you go abroad to have fun?"
Bai Ningguang's face was full of innocence.
"I don't speak English. No one takes me out to play."
Jiang Xueming didn't know what to say, so he had to continue working.
This work lasts all day.
"Brother Shen!"
"Um!"
When Shen Changqing walks on the road, whenever he encounters familiar people, he will say hello or nod to each other.
But no matter who it is.
There was no unnecessary expression on everyone's face, as if they were indifferent to everything.
To this.
Shen Changqing has become accustomed to it.
Because this is the Demon Suppression Division, an organization that maintains the stability of the Qin Dynasty. Its main responsibility is to kill monsters and monsters. Of course, there are also some other side jobs.
It can be said.
Everyone in the Demon Suppression Division has a lot of blood on their hands.
When a person is used to seeing life and death, he will become indifferent to many things.
When he first came to this world, Shen Changqing was a little uncomfortable, but he got used to it over time.
The Demon-Suppressing Division is huge.
Those who can stay in the Demon Suppressing Division are all powerful masters, or those who have the potential to become masters.
Shen Changqing belongs to the latter.
Among them, the Demon Suppressor Division is divided into two professions, one is the Guardian Envoy and the other is the Demon Slayer.
Anyone who enters the Demon Suppression Department starts from the lowest level as a demon slayer.
Then he will be promoted step by step, and he is expected to eventually become a guardian envoy.
Shen Changqing's predecessor was a trainee demon slayer in the Demon Suppression Division, and he was also the lowest level among the demon slayers.
Possessing the memory of a previous life.
He is also very familiar with the environment of the Demon Suppression Division.
It didn't take long for Shen Changqing to stop in front of a loft.
Unlike other places in the Demon Suppressing Division that were full of chills, the attic here seemed to stand out from the crowd, showing a different kind of tranquility in the bloody Demon Suppressing Division.
At this time, the attic door was open, and occasionally people came in and out.
Shen Changqing only hesitated for a moment before stepping in.
Enter the attic.
The environment changes in vain.
The fragrance of ink mixed with the faint smell of blood hit his face, making him frown instinctively, but then relaxed it quickly.
There is almost no way to cleanse away the smell of blood on everyone in the Demon-Suppressing Division.
