"How do you use this thing?" Graf was playing with a pistol found from the unconscious policeman. He didn't really want to learn to use this weapon, he just wanted to find something to ease his attack. Afraid of the police.
The moment he knocked out the policeman, he felt a bloodthirsty excitement, like a nature that had been suppressed for a long time was suddenly released. But after a brief period of excitement, he became a normal person again and became worried and scared. People always have infinite power the moment they break through legal boundaries, because they no longer need to be constrained by law, morality, and society to directly become another person, and can let their personalities fly without any scruples.
But when they step back from outside the boundaries, like Graf, they start to worry. The chains composed of law, society and morality tightly entangle the most complete personality and put it into the deepest part of people's souls, never to see the light of day.
So he needs to find something to attract his attention, instead of always thinking about the consequences of attacking the police.
He asked this question very well, because the teenagers here are basically children from single-parent families - their fathers were forcibly recruited to serve as cannon fodder on the front line. It is for this reason that they all have a certain understanding of firearms.
As soon as Graf finished speaking, a child named Simerik took the pistol from Graf's hand and held it in his hand.
"First of all, you need to make sure you are using it, so there is a safety in this position of the pistol." Simerik pointed to a small button on the front side of the pistol grip, "Press it, and then push this Come up... and you can shoot. But my personal suggestion is to try this thing somewhere without people, it’s not quiet.”
The pistols in this world still use obsidian crystals as kinetic energy. It seems that the whole world revolves around obsidian crystals. Even some large war machines require obsidian crystals and "steam" as driving force. There is a closed filling chamber at the bottom of the handgrip of the pistol. Before the heat energy of the obsidian crystal inside is completely consumed, the filling steam will seal the filling port. Push the small push rod under the safety, and the obsidian will be pushed into the catalyst chamber and start to react.
When the trigger is pulled, the "bullet" as a projectile will be pushed out by huge pressure, causing casualties.
The bullet is a hollow metal cylinder with a diameter of only seven millimeters and a length of one centimeter. The front section of the cylinder is tapered. This police pistol has a range of only twenty meters and a firing rate of only two rounds per second.
There are also larger firearms in the army, with dozens of types depending on how they are used. Some of them can also fire continuously, and it is said that the rate has reached a high speed of five rounds per second. As for the one with the highest firing speed among the continuous-fire weapons, it may be the heavy weapon often equipped on the AT-12 platform. That weapon has twelve barrels...
Graf quickly learned how to operate this uncomplicated little pistol. After playing with it for a while, the Wild Rose Bar appeared in front of him.
Compared with the long dark road before, after entering the city center of Tenel, it is obviously much more prosperous. Almost the essence of the entire city is concentrated in these three or four blocks. The carriage bypassed the main entrance of the Wild Rose Bar and stopped in the alley behind the bar.
The employees who had been waiting here immediately called Mr. Colt out. As soon as Mr. Colt saw Graf, he walked up with open arms and hugged the big man who was not used to it. When the two separated, he looked down and saw that his clothes were a little dirty. Although he was slandering Graff in his heart, his face showed a completely happy expression, "That's great. I have to say that your stuff is great. I didn't expect that I would need to purchase it so soon. So, my stuff, Have you brought them all?”
Graf took a few steps back. He couldn't bear the hug from this guy who was actually wearing perfume. "Of course, where's the money?"
"Here!" Colt took out a check and handed it over. He had cash, but it was his own and the check was Wood's. As the most widely circulated and most applicable medium in the capital world, checks have been integrated into almost every aspect of people's lives. The Imperial Central Bank has discovered a check book with a maximum limit of five yuan. As long as the number on the check does not exceed the limit of the check and there is a corresponding signature and password, the full amount of cash can be cashed at the bank.
Graff couldn't tell whether the check was genuine or not, but he remembered what Dulin told him, don't worry about Colt not giving the money, unless he doesn't want to see the sun the next day. This is not bragging. As a businessman involved in gray business, who doesn’t have a group of helpers to “maintain justice”? Since Colt dared to sell bootleg liquor, it meant that he understood this truth. If he took something that didn't belong to him, he must be prepared to have his hands cut off.
After Graf put away the check, he continued to look at him, "There's more!"
"More?!" Colt was stunned for a moment, "I gave it to you just now!"
Graf looked at him with a strange expression, seeing that Colt had to check if there was anything inappropriate on his body. His performance was so natural that Graff was even thinking about it, but he really forgot about it and still intended to show it to himself.
"The balance of the last batch of goods, your goods are almost sold, and the accounts that need to be settled have to be settled!" Graf reminded, this sentence made Colt dumbfounded.
He only wanted to help Wood get back a hundred boxes of wine for free, completely forgetting that it was also time to pay the bill when he restocked. Moonshine is not a legal business and has been attacked and sanctioned by imperial laws and theocratic laws. Therefore, no moonshine merchant will ask buyers to deposit money as if they were doing legitimate business. Every batch of goods must be settled immediately when it is sold out. This is the rule. I have never heard anyone say that doing illegal things requires installment payment.
That's not a small amount of money, it's thousands of dollars!
Because it was not a small amount of money, Graf's eyes became fierce unknowingly. Perhaps because he had just killed someone, the killing intent was so strong that it overflowed from his body.
Colt was startled for a moment, then immediately laughed, "How could you forget? I was just joking with you, don't take it seriously!" After speaking, he raised his hand to pat Graf on the shoulder. This was his A habit, he thinks that tapping people on the shoulder can prove that his status is higher than the other person, so he likes to tap people on the shoulder. But at this moment, I couldn't take the shot with my raised hand.
The light was like an invisible wall, erecting an absolute boundary between Colt and Graf.
Colt smiled dryly and waved his arm, "Wait a moment, I'm going to get the money now. You can't carry so much money with you. I can only take it out if I make sure you guys are here."
This explanation made sense. The fierce light in Graff's eyes gradually extinguished. Colt walked very quickly, almost pushing open the door and rushing into the bar.
He cursed secretly as he walked quickly.
Damn, dirty Guarts, he looked down at the two dark marks on his clothes, and he hated these people even more. I returned to the office, opened the safe, took out the balance, and stacked them together in distress. It is really sad that these little cuties that I have to look at every day are leaving me. Among the nearly 4,000 yuan, there were only five 100-yuan bills, and the rest were in 5-yuan and 10-yuan bills.
In Tenel, a small city far away from the center of the empire, few people would use a one-hundred-yuan note, so there were not particularly many in circulation.
Returning to the back door again, Colt decisively handed all the money to Graf. Watching Graf put all his money into a small iron box, Colt felt an unprecedented sense of loss.
That's his money!
Curse you guys not to survive tonight!
When all the goods were delivered to the bar's warehouse, Graf left with the money and people. Colt, with a smile on his face, was still waving his arms at the back door of the bar, as if he was reluctant to leave, but his lips were opening and closing slightly, and dirty words came out of his mouth silently. Spit it out.
When he returned to the office, Wood actually appeared.
What happened tonight is not a trivial matter. How could Wood not come to see it in person? He didn't show up in the office just now to avoid any accidents that might happen if Graf wanted to sit in the office, so the guy hid beside the bar in the bar outside and had a drink. Wine to warm your body.
Just when Wood was about to say something, his eyes suddenly became extremely sharp. He walked up to Colt in a few steps, scaring Colt so much that he held his breath. He stretched out a finger, tapped the two dark, sticky marks on Colt's clothes, and sniffed. With his title of Woodcutter Wood, he certainly knew what it was, and his expression became a little solemn.
He walked back and forth a few steps, put on his hat, and immediately chased after him.
(End of chapter)