The alleys in the red light district extend in all directions, and there are no surveillance cameras installed. Baizhu walked two more alleys in the opposite direction to the back street, took out the oil paper from his bag and opened it:
Three floating barrels and a white light sight.
She learned about Ding Zihui's identity as an ordnance technician at the bar. The smell of machine oil on his body belonged to gun oil, or the usual gun cleaning oil mixed with diesel and No. 30 engine oil in a ratio of three to one. Hand calluses are wear calluses produced by processing ordnance parts. They usually appear on the hands of experienced mechanics or illegal manufacturers. This is because the equipment used has a low level of automation and the production of ordnance parts mostly relies on manual calibration.
The most important thing is that this is a red light district where arms dealers are rampant.
Bai Zhu threw the satchel aside and checked the parts.
The three barrels are of the same model.
The caliber is 5.8×42mm. It is a 7.62mm high-precision sniper rifle. The effective range of the firearm is 800m. However, in the 19th Hongyue Firearms Competition, it actually got the first hit in the game and the only hit in a single event at 1200m; the accuracy of 100 meters reached 0.5MOA, equivalent to a 1 cent coin.
Advanced models, but unfortunately they are all pirated copies.
"It's such a rough job."
Bai Zhu frowned and couldn't help but click his tongue.
There are problems with the positioning screw holes, thickness spacers, and thread starting positions of the barrel. These defects will cause irreversible damage to the accuracy of the firearm, and are referred to as defective products.
If there were any more cracks inside the barrel, the barrel would explode and you would be sacrificed as soon as you fired.
"Returning talents like this? The accuracy achieved is about the same as producing shotguns."
Bai Zhu raised his hand and looked at the sun to inspect the internal rifling, muttering in his heart:
"Now that it's like this, it's better to just get a gun license and go to the relevant official department to buy it. Even if you can't get this kind of gun, you can still get a few backward ones. Well, this rifling... I guess there is something wrong with the hammer forging machine. .”
However, this is also one of the reasons why Parliament acquiesces to the black market arms trade:
The empire's arsenal has already realized automated production, requiring ordnance designers, researchers, and senior technicians. Only the black market's ordnance production still relies heavily on manual labor.
They do not have mature technology and lack advanced instruments.
"I know that good things will not be given to my subordinates for resale. I probably want to maintain my reputation as an arms dealer and don't want to waste these defective products, so I just give them to my subordinates to gain a good reputation and feed the buyers at the same time."
Bai Zhu rewrapped the parts, put them inside his coat, and thought about it while checking the bag:
"But the technical gap in the black market arms... is indeed a good intervention point."
Cash, ID cards, and a pair of sunglasses were confiscated, and the large satchel was discarded in the alley.
Bai Zhu took off his hearing aid, put on sunglasses to cover his most memorable eyes, went to an underground mall to buy some stationery, and then bought clothes, a hat, a mask, and new sunglasses.
There were clothes prepared by Ning Zhi in the cabinet, but they were not convenient for her to move around in the red light district.
At half past ten, Bai Shu arrived home safely avoiding people and put everything into the bed compartment, including the pollutants she had "smuggled" into the city.
At half past eleven, Ning Zhi brought her lunch and asked her to have dinner at a restaurant on the street.
At five o'clock in the afternoon, Baizhu had enough rest. After dinner, he went upstairs, sat on the swing cradle, drew pictures with the sunset, and waited for darkness.
At six o'clock in the evening, the last light in the sky was swallowed up by darkness. The shops in the red light district turned on their lights almost at the same time, and the noise suddenly rose.
Bai Shu raised his sunglasses, stopped under the neon sign of "Cream Girl", and looked at the girl standing on the doorstep.
Under the suppression of the bright sun, this place is as deserted as a ragged and uncared corpse on the roadside. But in the red moonlight night, the severed corpse transformed into a pretty skeleton girl. The neon lights lit up like the greedy and glowing eyes of a poisonous snake staring at the world. With every breath, you can smell the indulgence, violence and blood, and the sticky peach fragrance in the air. .
Most importantly, it's noisy.
Bai Zhu pressed his earlobe uncomfortably.
"Oh, why is there a kid?"
Perhaps Baizhu stayed a little too long. The woman wearing a high-slit cheongsam walked down the steps. The other girls just glanced at her and continued to smoke and wait for customers.
"Are you a sister or a brother?" She smiled and bent over with her knees propped up. She had a very pungent smell of cheap perfume, but her voice was very gentle. "Do you want me to send you out? This is not the place for children. place."
Bai Zhu raised his eyebrows and slightly changed his voice, "Do you know where the Red Queen Casino is?"
"Red Queen Casino?" The cheongsam girl was a little surprised, "What are you doing there?"
"gamble."
Bai Shu took out an imperial coin with a face value of one hundred, stuffed it into the embroidered purse on her waist, smiled casually, "Give me some directions, sister."
The cheongsam girl was stunned.
The average wage in the second outer city is 8 imperial coins per hour. The "buying and selling" in the red light district is more expensive. The average income of girls per night is about 100 imperial coins.
Bai Shu is young, but his shots are generous enough.
"Go, go forward, enter the third alley on the right," the girl stuttered a little, and had to take a deep breath to calm down, "How about I take you there directly?"
"If it's not troublesome, it would be an honor."
"No trouble." The cheongsam girl stood up, but found that the height difference was too big to hold hands professionally, and it was also difficult for friends to hold hands, so they had to take a step forward.
The burgundy crown logo comes into view, and the lights of [Red Queen Casino] are dazzling.
The receptionist wearing a burgundy dress smiled sweetly, collecting admission fees and handing out wristbands. As soon as the gamblers entered the venue, the "lucky girl" with a bright smile took the initiative to step forward and accompany them arm in arm.
"This is it," the cheongsam girl stopped, hesitated and reminded in a low voice, "If you want to gamble, there are other places you can go. The Red Queen Casino... is not an ordinary casino."
Bai Shu chuckled softly: "Okay, I understand."
This means rejection.
The girl didn't want to say any more and was about to leave.
"By the way, I have something else to ask."
The girl paused: "What?"
"I don't have anyone with me tonight, will you be my 'lucky girl'?"
Bai Zhu tilted his head, his expression under his sunglasses could not be seen clearly, he could only hear his voice casually:
"Any money you win is yours."
