America 1881: They Call Me Legend

Roswell, outside the gun factory, shooting range.

"He mixed in?"

Chen Jianqiu held a brand new rifle in his hand, and asked while studying the structure of the gun.

There was a wooden table beside him, on which were several guns and some bullets.

"Well, yes, Cronin trusts him very much now, he is like his right-hand man." Asuka standing aside replied.

The "he" they mentioned, of course, refers to Holly who lurked into the Labor Knights.

Asuka told Chen Jianqiu all the news from Holly.

Including Cronin's left-leaning political views and differences with the Knights of Labor headquarters and other unions in California.

Chen Jianqiu let out an "oh".

He was somewhat disapproving of the propositions of the trade unions in America in this era.

These claims, often made by union founders, are raw, instinctive, and deeply personal.

It's an American quirk.

The most modern tendencies wear the most medieval cloak, and the most democratic, even rebellious spirit hides beneath an apparent but actually powerless despotism.

In addition, all kinds of ghosts and snakes sneaked into the team with their own purposes.

Therefore, Chen Jianqiu always believes that they lack sufficient vision and theoretical height.

At least, he believes that at the jieji level, ethnic groups should not be distinguished.

If you still use this as a means to strengthen yourself, it would be a bit shameful.

On this point, Chen Jianqiu did not agree.

"Let him continue to lurk. If you need any help, communicate with Hanif in time. The first thing is to ensure your own safety, and you can reduce contact when necessary."

Chen Jianqiu exhorted.

At the same time, he picked up a magazine with five bullets embedded in it from the wooden table beside him, and pressed it into the magazine.

Chen Jianqiu pushed the bolt forward, turned it [-] degrees and put it on the side.

Then he raised the gun in his hand and pulled the trigger on the wine bottle that was the target in the distance.

"boom!"

There was a deafening gunshot, and the wine bottle was smashed to pieces.

Chen Jianqiu pulled the bolt back.

There was only a crisp click.

The yellow shell casings popped out of the magazine.

The second bullet is loaded.

He pulled the trigger again.

Without any suspense, the wine bottle shattered again.

It's really comfortable, and it's true that pulling the bolt is a man's romance.

"Not bad." Chen Jianqiu touched the body of the gun, and said to Browning on the side, "It's much easier to use than the tube magazine last time."

Browning was full of question marks.

He hasn't introduced to Chen Jianqiu how to use this gun yet.

Why is my boss so proficient?
More than two years ago, he made the first prototype gun of smokeless powder ammunition, but Chen Jianqiu crazily laughed at it because it was a tubular magazine.

However, the gun named "Roswell 1882" is now selling very well in the United States.

It has also spread to Europe, and it is said that the French are considering mass production to equip their own troops.

But Chen Jianqiu still asked him to use box magazines and make further improvements.

His boss brazenly told him that he would draw a schematic diagram for him.

But when Browning actually got the so-called schematic diagram, he was completely dumbfounded.

Can this also be called painting?
It's too abstract.

In the end, it was the forgery technical specialist, art forgery expert, and Roswell's only painter, Master Nigo, who drew the schematic diagram based on Chen Jianqiu's description and previous "abstract works".

In this way, it took Browning nearly two years to get the prototype gun out.

Chen Jianqiu's painting is Gew.98, which is the father of 98K. It uses fixed double-row magazines and a rotating rear-pull bolt.

Of course, he couldn't tell whether he was painting a father or a son.

However, Browning actually followed the same pattern and got it out.

"Learning" from the French, and then "referring" to the German, as a time traveler, Chen Jianqiu didn't feel any guilt.

"Try it." Chen Jianqiu handed the gun to Camilla behind him.

Under Chen Jianqiu's guidance, Camilla also tried to fire a few rounds and was satisfied with the performance of the gun.

"Let them install a scope for you later, it's much easier to use than your previous one." Chen Jianqiu said.

He took another look at the other rifles on the table.

When he glanced at one of them, he was happy.

Chen Jianqiu picked up the gun and pondered it over and over again.

Isn't this Model 8?
This gun is a semi-automatic rifle. If in the original timeline, Browning, the great gunsmith designer, would take it out after more than [-] years.

The reason is simple. At that time, neither the military nor the civilians of various countries were very interested in automatic weapons and semi-automatic weapons.

Feeling unstable is one thing, and conservative thinking is another.

Besides, isn't he good with a lever rifle?

He glanced at Browning next to him, wanting to laugh.

If he hadn't forced this talented designer to develop semi-automatic weapons, he would never have imagined that he had such potential.

"This gun is too complicated, and it is prone to problems under harsh environmental conditions. Moreover, the parts are extremely difficult to obtain and the cost is high, so..."

Browning's implication is that this gun is priced high, and it can be used for hunting by rich people for fun, but it is better to forget it if you hope to sell it to the army to make money.

In fact, he couldn't understand why his boss wanted to study this crap with no market prospects.

"Don't sell this thing, get some and send them to the detective agency." Chen Jianqiu played with the gun, "You continue to research and improve."

Browning touched his nose.

He really didn't want to continue researching automatic and semi-automatic weapons anymore, it was time-consuming and labor-intensive.

However, Chen Jianqiu pulled him aside and gave him a reason he couldn't refuse.

The share has risen again.

Who can't get along with money?

"How about this, why don't you make a pistol first," Chen Jianqiu looked at Browning's thinning hair, "It's easier to make a pistol."

If this continues, Browning's scalp will be lost first if no good weapons come out.

"Why, you want to change the gun again?" Browning looked at Chen Jianqiu with despair in his eyes.

"Why did you say 'again'?" Chen Jianqiu patted Browning on the shoulder.

He lifted his clothes, revealing the two golden Colts, and said with a smile.

"Didn't I use these two all the time?"

"There must be a market for automatic pistols." Chen Jianqiu said, "We want to make a lot of money, right?"

"As for me, I'm not in a hurry at all. These two guns are very easy to use, and I don't plan to change them. After all, I have feelings, but"

Browning breathed a long sigh of relief, but he was startled by Chen Jianqiu's "but" before he could fully let out the breath.

"You have to change these two guns for me."

"You have to help me find out if there is a faster way to change the bomb, such as directly changing the bomb nest or something."

"The airtightness of the gun couldn't be any better."

"Can you get some more powerful bullets?"

"Hey, hey, master, are you listening to me?"

Browning kept his eyes open, looked at the target in front of him, and then glanced at the two revolvers in Chen Jianqiu's holster.

What about "handy to use"?

He stroked his hair and sighed deeply.

The enemy of hair is always Party A, especially the wealthy Party A.