"Rutabagas! Rutabagas fresh from the ground! Three pennies a pound! And they're still covered in mud!"
"Ancestors' cauliflower comes from abroad! Fresh cauliflower! 4 pence a pound! Free trial!"
"Live pig! Live pig! A whole fat and big pig! It just excreted feces in the morning!"
Edward walked in the bustling market, bathing in the warm morning sunshine and breathing the fresh air, walking slowly. Whenever he heard the shouts of the vendors, he would always go over and take a look.
At this moment, it has put on a clean monk's uniform, its long hair is tied into a ponytail on the back of its head, and its facial bones have slightly changed. From the handsome and enchanting one at the beginning, it has become delicate and handsome, less coquettish, and more A touch of gentleness.
Even so, many people still looked at him. The men looked at his flat chest and sighed, while the women became even more excited.
Of course, there are always a few exceptions. For example, he just received a business card. A well-built man warmly invited him to attend a private party tomorrow night. The specific purpose was not stated clearly, and Edward also failed to understand the profound meaning of the other person's constant raising of eyebrows. .
Fortunately he didn't know.
Going further, Edward saw a group of butchers holding freshly cut ribs and pork belly, chasing a fat orange cat through the streets. While chasing him back, he told the cat not to run away and to taste my meat. Category...
Colorful cats were lying on the stalls of the fish shop, lazily basking in the sun. Their bellies were round and full, and the corners of their mouths were shiny with fish maw oil. They were very comfortable.
Meow's peak is nothing more than this.
During the stroll, Edward walked through the streets, left the noisy market, and came to No. 21 Ross Avenue.
This is the New Ross City Police Department. Except for a few clerks, there are only a few police officers on duty, and it looks a little deserted. Mainly because Director Richard took away a group of elite police officers, plus the police officers who were out patrolling and handling cases, the entire police station was extremely empty, with only a few people left.
Edward walked into the police station, looked around, walked up to the receptionist, and asked gently: "Excuse me, where is Chief Richard?"
"He's out."
"Oh..." Edward touched his chin and asked with a smile, "Can you show me your weapons arsenal?"
"What a joke!"
The receptionist's eyes widened, "Is the weapons depot accessible to ordinary people? It's full of police equipment, yes...yes..."
A golden light shone faintly in Edward's eyes. Seeing his eyes, the receptionist suddenly forgot what he was going to say. His scolding voice gradually became smaller, like a puppet, and he nodded blankly: "Okay, please follow me."
"Christie?!" Another receptionist grabbed his companion who was about to take Edward into the police station and said in shock: "What are you doing?! He...he...you go."
Using the same method, Edward controlled all the receptionists and policemen in the foyer, and swaggered into the weapons warehouse on the first floor as if he was in no one's land.
The warehouse was filled with the smell of gun oil, and neatly placed on the iron shelves were the latest Delisser bolt-action rifles. In addition, there were revolvers, bullets and old-fashioned flintlock muskets...
Picking up a Delisse bolt-action rifle, Edward briefly asked how to use it, then opened the magazine and filled it with a bullet. Katcha returned with a sound, held the handle of the gun with one hand, and pointed it at Christie beside him.
The trigger... was not pulled. Edward seemed to be satisfied with the Delese bolt-action rifle in his hand. After playing with it for a while, he said to the policemen behind him: "Move these guns and bullets to 99 Kerr Street."
"yes..."
Although he controlled the army at Rosslare Port, the situation was relatively urgent at the time, and Edward had no time to study the weapons used by humans. Now that he had leisure, his curiosity followed.
Boxes of rifles and bullets were loaded into trucks and began to be transported to the Church of Truth. Before leaving, Edward took out the revolver from his waist and put it on the table. He said, "Return as promised."
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Squeak...
Squeak...
The police four-wheel carriage loaded with new rifles stopped at the back door of the church and moved into the backyard under Edward's command. Xiao Hei heard the sound and rushed over, staring at this scene with dumbfounded eyes.
"Very good, you can go back."
When the last box of weapons was delivered, Edward waved his hand to disperse the police, closed the door, sat on a box, took out the bolt-action rifle inside, and began to disassemble the parts.
"Shura Martial God"
Katcha!
Ding!
At first, Edward's method of disassembling the rifle was very rough. He used brute force almost the whole process to forcefully break off the accessories. When he got to the back, the barrel was twisted and out of shape at all.
But as he continued to learn and gain more experience, his techniques began to become more sophisticated, and he gradually figured out the rules. He first removed the outer bolt, then took out the firing pin device inside, and pulled out the barrel...
In just half a minute, Edward completely dismantled a complete Delisse bolt-action rifle covered with gun oil, and the parts were neatly placed on the wooden box in the order of disassembly.
Xiao Hei had been observing his movements, and waited until Edward started to look at the parts in front of him in a daze before asking aloud: "Where did you get these things, meow?"
Edward glanced at it: "Police station, they are all very nice people."
"Does the master know?"
"I haven't had time to tell him yet."
Xiao Hei turned around and left, and soon he led Ma Wei over.
As soon as he entered the backyard, Ma Wei saw the weapon boxes stacked high in the sun, and then looked at the row of parts in front of Edward. He began to breathe quickly and gritted his teeth and said: "I asked you to return the gun, but you ended up killing him. The weapons depot has been moved here?!”
"Well, I've already returned the revolver to Director Richard. I just borrowed these." Edward responded calmly while frowning in thought.
"you...."
Ma Wei felt his blood pressure soaring. Just as he was taking a deep breath and trying to calm himself down, he suddenly heard Edward say: "Your blood is gathering towards your brain, and your temperature is also rising. This is not good for your health."
"Blank!"
"Master! Master, don't be angry, meow!" Xiao Hei quickly stopped Ma Wei, who rushed forward to accuse him: "We can't defeat it!"
"..."
"I don't understand why you're so angry."
Edward raised his head and asked doubtfully: "I just borrowed these weapons to take a look and study them. I didn't take them by force. Can't I just return them to them later?"
"How can you give it back after you've torn it apart like this?!"
Ma Wei pointed at the twisted barrel of the gun next to him: "Can you think about the consequences before you do something?!"
"Of course I have thought about it." Edward shrugged: "Director Richard has become a church member and one of his own. He won't say anything about a small loss. At the worst, I will pay him twenty pounds of sea fish."
"Hey, you are really smart..." Ma Wei laughed angrily.
"The key is not there, but..."
Edward picked up a new Delisse bolt-action rifle and hesitated: "I found that these weapons have very obvious flaws. For example, this rifle, the principle is nothing more than using the firing pin inside to hit the detonator behind the bullet, detonating the inside of the bullet. of gunpowder, thereby generating power to push the bullet out of the barrel and complete the shooting."
"However, the shooting speed of this method is too slow. Every time a shot is fired, the bolt needs to be re-pulled and the bullet filled. Not only is it time-consuming and labor-intensive, but the material is also easily deformed, leading to a series of failures."
As Ma Wei gradually became stunned, Edward expressed his conclusion:
"If we use the gas pressure generated when gunpowder explodes to push the bolt to automatically recover, and use the yellow bullet to continuously push out the cartridge case, can we achieve the effect of rapid shooting?"
"Um..."
"This is just a conjecture on my part. I don't know if it will work."
