Durin's Diary

Chapter 108 Life Has Its Own Journey

Du Lin calmly turned and walked towards Madam Salin. When he stood in front of her, he said, "Madam, I want to go home first."

Mrs. Salin, who was in grief, nodded and agreed.

So Du Lin walked through the streets and alleys, and finally waited for a while at the exit stop before finally jumping on the tram to the West End.

Tony, how come those bullet casings have the marks of your brother's shotgun firing pin?

This is a question that Dulin must get an answer to.

At the same time, what Durin wanted to do more was to prevent his dwarf brother from dying of stupidity.

If you really want to devote yourself to Northernism and avenge your brother by killing all the northern nobles, then please at least live to see the day when your revenge is achieved.

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Tony was surprised by Durin's arrival, but the dwarf in pajamas still welcomed Durin. He said that his family had all gone to the Dwarf God Church, and he was making his last dying effort for his monthly exam painting.

Durin nodded, without exposing the dwarf's lies out of hand.

Tony came to the tea set. He opened the drawer and looked at Du Lin: "Du Lin, my friend, would you like something to drink?"

"Coffee would be better with creamer." Du Lin said as he walked around the pillar in the living room and came behind the sofa.

Tony prepared the coffee and creamer, then turned to look at Du Lin. The smile in his eyes was gone. "How did you know it was me in the car?"

"You used your brother's shotgun, and the firing pin left marks on the primer at the bottom of the shell. I built my own gun, and I know it myself." Du Lin put his hands in his pockets and looked at the dwarf in front of him. He was puzzled: "Why did you get together with them?"

"I want revenge on them. Northernism doesn't get along with them." Tony said this and glanced at Kelsey, the Lynx, who was standing on the other side, using the sofa to cover herself. "What about you, Durin? Will you report me to the secret police?"

"If I had chosen to inform on you, then the secret police would be standing before you now." Du Lin sighed and walked towards Tony with his arms open, indicating that he had no weapons. "Why did you join them in killing Carl Irvin and his family?"

"If I'd just talked about it, they wouldn't have believed me, and I didn't want to hurt my introducer because of my cowardice." Tony took two steps back. This was the basis for them to trust each other again. "So I followed them to kill Carl Irvin. They said the Irvin family was a traitorous family and that the entire clan must be exterminated."

This was exactly what Du Lin had thought. Picking up the coffee with creamer, Du Lin squinted his eyes and took a look.

A cup of strong coffee, filled with sugar and creamer. How much its author loves you, my little cutie Du Lin.

Your medical AI is becoming more and more outspoken.

Du Lin sighed and sat on the sofa: "I understand, you want to take revenge on those noble families who killed your brother."

"Yes, I can't do it in my entire life relying on my own strength, so I found helpers. I don't care about the grudges between Northernism and the nobles of the Northern Kingdom. I only know that with their help, I can kill all those enemies." Having said that, Tony sat in front of Durin.

Kal'tsit no longer hid, she ran to sit next to Durin.

Tony then pulled out the shotgun from under the coffee table. "Here's the gun. If you think the gun you made shouldn't be used as a murder weapon, you can take it."

Du Lin didn't move, but stood up and walked to the door of the studio, motioning Tony to open the door.

"What are you doing?" Tony opened the door and asked in a curious tone.

"Let me change the firing pin for you." Du Lin followed Tony into the studio. He took the gun, pulled the pump to eject two bullets, then opened the ejection port and ejected the third loaded bullet.

"I'm sorry, I wronged you." Tony looked ashamed.

"No, as a new member of the Northern Party, you've done very well. Remember, you must be responsible for your comrades." Du Lin said, then picked up a bullet and shot it into Tony's head. "This time, I am showing my anger as a friend. Okay, we are even."

Of course, Du Lin was angry, but even more relieved. This young man before him had finally embarked on his own path. Even if others thought it was wrong, too difficult, to him, it was right. Revenge for his elder brother, even if it meant going through hell, as long as he was happy with it, then there was no problem.

There is nothing that can be clearly explained as right or wrong in this world. What is important is that in life, you should not regret anything you do or do.

After disassembling the shotgun and pulling out the firing pin, Du Lin asked Tony to light the fire - he wanted to process the needle on the top of the firing pin because there were numbers on it. The mark left by the firing pin hitting the primer had a unique number belonging to each special product.

But no one knew that for the integer guns such as No. 0, No. 10, and No. 20, Du Lin only made the firing pins, but did not install them on the guns and sell them.

Tony lit the fire, turned on the arcane hair dryer, and then found the gun certificate. Du Lin removed the gold foil on it and changed the number of the No. 84 shotgun to No. 80. Tony took out the reheated gold foil juice, Du Lin poured it on himself, and then pressed his seal on it again.

The firing pin has been heated, and Du Lin has completed the recasting and quenching of the firing pin and assembled the gun.

There was a knock on the door.

"I'll open the door."

Tony was about to leave after he finished speaking when Du Lin stopped him.

"The elder in your family has a birthday soon."

"My uncle, half a month later, what happened?"

In response to Du Lin's question, Tony answered with some doubt.

Du Lin opened the small window of the studio and Hemer flew in through the window.

"The secret police, led by Fisher." Du Lin stroked Hemer's head. "Remember, you are the owner of No. 80. You hired me to make a pick axe for your uncle."

"I understand!" Tony nodded resolutely: "Thank you, Du Lin!"

"Why thank me? Remember, you're not good at dealing with them. Bring them here." Du Lin said as he quickly took out a piece of white paper and spread it on the drawing board. "Kelsey, go with Tony and take a look."

The secret police came, and Du Lin knew he couldn't escape. Instead of trying to escape through the window and being caught by them, he might as well sit here.

Sometimes a good job is worth a thousand words.

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Standing in front of the gate of Stark Mansion, Fisher was smoking a cigarette. After noticing the number on the cartridge case primer, a young man familiar with the Durin XI said that this should be the mark of a special product. It is said that the great gunsmith Lord Durin made more than one hundred numbered Durin XIs, each of which was assembled from the best parts and had unparalleled precision.

In Copenhagen, there are two such guns. One is owned by their beloved king, and the other is owned by the eldest son of the Stark family. The eldest son is dead, but the gun is definitely still in the Stark family.

So, here they come.

Just when Fisher's subordinates decided to break in, someone heard a response from inside the door, and then the door opened.

The dwarf in pajamas looked at the people outside the door and smiled: "This is the Stark family, I am Tony Stark, may I ask who you are?"

"Secret police, kid, I'm looking for you..." At this point, Fisher noticed the particularly large lynx.

She sat in the hallway behind Tony, licking her paw and squinting her eyes.

It looks just like its little cunning owner.

……interesting.

(End of this chapter)