North American Gunslinger Detective

Chapter 393 Custom Gun

Morgan House, this is the gunsmith workshop introduced by Winston, the owner of this gunsmith studio is Kyle Morgan.

Jimmy drove around in a circle. It seems that the monitoring is very tight here. There are traffic surveillance at every intersection. Jimmy also saw several surveillance cameras around the gunsmith studio building. There is also a surveillance camera at the main entrance. Place it above the front door side.

Didn't see the back door, but if Jimmy went into the studio, he should be able to see it.The environment here is really not suitable for sneaking in. If it is not done well, he may leave an image here.

Jimmy drove away and arrived at an unmonitored parking lot. He took out the anonymous phone he bought along the way and called Kyle Morgan.A man's voice came, "Hi, Kyle, Winston asked me to say hello for him."

Kyle was silent for a moment: "Wait a minute." Hearing the footsteps on the receiver, it seemed that Kyle's current position was inconvenient to answer the phone.

Kyle: "You say."

Jimmy: "Do you have time? Meet and chat."

Kyle: "Time, place."

Jimmy: "The church, the one just north of you. Fifteen minutes."

Kyle hung up the phone, and he was a little nervous from the sound.Moreover, Jimmy could tell that his voice didn't seem to be very old, and Winston could give him contact information. In theory, he should be someone he trusted very much. Shouldn't this happen?Just a phone call makes him nervous, what's the matter with him?Threatened?

Jimmy's mind was spinning wildly. His current parking lot was only a block away from the Baptist church. Jimmy waited for a few minutes before getting out of the car and walking over.

The church was not closed, but there was no one inside now. Jimmy walked into the church and came to the corner next to the door, where people who came in would not see it at first sight.

Jimmy is ready, looks at his watch, there are 3 minutes.

A young man entered the church. He looked inside at the door, but found no one. Then he turned his head and looked outside the church before entering the church.He entered the church and began to look left and right, and then he saw Jimmy in the corner. "Kyle."

Jimmy greeted Kyle with a smile: "Hi, Kyle. Sit down."

Jimmy didn't say his name, he reached out his hand to motion for Kyle to sit down, and they sat in the last row.Kyle is obviously very nervous, and he is indeed very young, he looks a little older than Jimmy, probably around 30 years old, and he doesn't look very sophisticated.

Kyle: "Excuse me, what can you do for me?"

Jimmy was silent for a while, he didn't know if this Kyle was reliable, it didn't seem like a good choice. "Kyle, are you a gunsmith?"

Kyle was very nervous at first, but after hearing Jimmy talking about the gunsmith, he understood his intention: "Yes."

Jimmy: "What about business? Custom guns? Modified guns?"

Kyle: "It's all right."

Jimmy: "Do you have all the licenses with the store?"

Kyle nodded without continuing to speak.

Jimmy smiled and said, "Don't be nervous, I'm just here to order a gun."

Kyle nodded: "I'm not nervous. It's just that this is the first time I've received a call, so I'm just a little surprised."

Jimmy frowned, no, Winston, are you messing with me?Isn't this your person? "first?"

Kyle: "Well, I took over this store from my father two years ago, and that's when I knew something."

Jimmy: "Sorry, your father..."

Kyle: "He passed away, almost two years ago, liver cancer."

Jimmy: "Sorry, sorry."

Kyle: "It doesn't matter. He accepted the Lord's call surrounded by his family. He must be living happily there now."

Kyle shook his head: "Sorry, I shouldn't say this. Since it's an order for a gun, let's go to the store."

Jimmy nodded, and the two left the church, got into Kyle's car, and drove to Morgan's house.

The car went directly into the private garage, and Jimmy got out of the car wearing sunglasses. Fortunately, the surveillance was only outside, not inside.

Kyle led Jimmy into the gun shop through the small door next to it. The front part here is the appearance of a standard American gun shop. Access control is installed on the main entrance and the side door on the side of the garage. There is an additional door frame on the side of the main entrance. The glass can't be seen, but in this kind of place, nine out of ten are bulletproof glass.

The walls around the gun shop are covered with all kinds of firearms, from shotguns to shotguns, sporting rifles, all kinds of pistols, semi-automatic pistols and revolvers in the counter, and even some antique guns.

There are various accessories on the shelves in the middle. If the entire gun store is replaced with other things, it is just a big supermarket.When the clerk saw Kyle bringing people in from the garage, he didn't ask anything, as if they didn't exist.

Jimmy followed Kyle to open the door at the back of the store, entered the warehouse area, and after two more turns, came to Kyle's studio.

This is a tool room with a large space. It looks fifty or sixty square meters. There are lathes and other tools that Jimmy can't recognize. Combined with Kyle's relaxed feeling after entering this room, Jimmy instantly feels that Kyle Kyle fits well with this room, as if everything here is an extension of Kyle.

Kyle: "Welcome to my room."

"It looks very professional. Oh, by the way, just call me Jimmy." Jimmy said with emotion.

Kyle: "Oh, Jimmy, what do you want to order?"

Jimmy: "Don't worry, tell me about you, I'm curious, how did you determine my identity?"

Kyle shrugged. He reached out and took two bottles of Coke from the refrigerator next to the tool table: "Coke? I only have this here."

Jimmy reached for a can, there was no straw, and he wiped it with his hand before opening it.

Kyle: "I never knew you. Two years ago, after my father was diagnosed, he let me take over the store. After I got to know him well, he told me about another shareholder in our store, who is also my father's benefactor. , he funded my father to open this gun shop, and later my father obtained a license to upgrade the gun shop to a studio.

Before my father died, I contacted him once to confirm his identity, and he never showed up again. "

Jimmy: "You mean Winston, right?"

Kyle nodded, looking at Jimmy.The Jimmy in front of him is definitely not Winston, but he said hello to Winston, so he must be from Winston. Thinking of what his father explained at the beginning, he also understands that there is no need to get to the bottom of many things.

Jimmy: "I want to order a revolver."

Kyle frowned, but he didn't speak.Jimmy continued: "It can be carried and reported publicly. It has the shape of the Colt Python, but it needs to use the S&W push rod and replace the high-strength barrel to ensure the accuracy of more than 5000 rounds."

Kyle's brows are no longer wrinkled, but his face feels distorted.

Jimmy: "By the way, use Magnum bullets, .44."

Kyle took two deep breaths, "That's it? Why don't you just buy a giant python? Although it's discontinued, Colt and the others accept customization, it's just a little more expensive."

Jimmy: "No, you don't understand." Jimmy reached out to open his suit, took out his M686 from inside, opened the magazine and poured out the bullets, and then showed Kyle how to reload.

Kyle's eyes almost popped out, is there such a technique?
Jimmy: "You get it? I can't do that fluidity with a Colt rear link."

Kyle suddenly realized: "Understood, you have said so much, but this is the most important thing, and this is your goal."

Jimmy nodded, loaded the bullet, and was about to take it back, when Kyle suddenly said, "Wait, can I see your gun?"

Jimmy unloaded again, then passed the revolver over.He didn't worry about the danger. Kyle took the gun and went for the bullets, which was enough for him to die dozens of times.

Kyle took Jimmy's revolver and began to observe, focusing on the handle and magazine, and finally the rifling from the front.

Kyle: "The traces of use are very deep. It seems that you use it frequently, but the gun itself should not be used for a long time. 4 years? 5 years?"

Jimmy: "Three years."

Kyle: "Then you have indeed used it heavily. The handle of the gun is severely worn, and it may become a little slippery after a while. The problem with the rifling is not a big problem. It is estimated that it can still be used for a few hundred rounds, and the accuracy will not decrease."

Jimmy: "Really? I thought this gun was reaching its limit."

Kyle: "No, the lifespan of the revolver is quite long now, 3 or 4 rounds of ammunition are no problem at all."

Jimmy nodded: "When the new one is ready, this one is about to be retired, and it just happened to be successfully replaced."

Kyle handed the gun to Jimmy: "Your request is not impossible. I can directly customize a set of S&W bolt action kit, and then the barrel and handle of the gun use the style of Colt Python. This can be customized separately. , I have channels to contact Colt."

Jimmy loaded the cartridge and put it back in the holster. "That's all right. What about the caliber?"

Kyle: "Are you a policeman? You can feel it. It's better not to use .44, but .357 is recommended."

Jimmy: "Why?"

Kyle: "Although I don't know where you are, but for a revolver, 357 is enough. If it is bigger, it is often difficult to say. Do you understand what I mean? I helped the local police choose a gun before. .”

Jimmy thought about it. What Kyle meant was that the local police did not choose a large-caliber magnum and replaced it with their own roles. If a large-caliber Magnum is used, it seems that the subsequent reports are really troublesome. very big.

Jimmy: "What you said makes sense, but 357 can't solve the problem of body armor."

Kyle: "Swapping bullets can solve your request. I recommend Sp-10 and SP-12."

Jimmy: "That bullet doesn't match my gun."

Kyle: "You can customize the warhead, and reloading the bullet will not trouble you."

Jimmy: "You can get it?"

Kyle nodded: "A small amount of warheads is probably no problem, there are channels to order."

Jimmy: "OK. This will solve my problem too. If the bullet arrives, let me know and I'll come and try it. By the way, how much is it?"

Kyle waved his hand: "I still need to investigate the channel. I'm not sure if I can order the goods normally. I'll let you know when I'm sure."

Jimmy nodded: "One more thing, I have two antique guns, can you help me get a gun certificate?"

Kyle: "Antique guns? It's not necessary. According to the Antique Gun Regulations, guns manufactured before 1898 can be bought and sold freely. There is no need for a gun license."

Jimmy shook his head: "Those two guns are not real antique guns, they were custom-made by others, in the style of Remington 1875, but the cylinder and trigger group have been adjusted to the style of normal revolvers."

Kyle frowned and looked at Jimmy: "This change? The structure of the entire gun has changed."

Jimmy shrugged. If it wasn't for this modification, he would have used it a long time ago, and he would just take the old antiques from more than 100 years ago with him for shopping.

Kyle thought for a while: "It's not impossible, but after the gun license is issued, these two guns need to be hung under the name of our studio. You need to bring them here, and I will make detailed records, otherwise the information will be incomplete Otherwise, it will be very troublesome later.”

Jimmy: "Okay."

Kyle continued to sell: "Is there anything else I need to look at? I have some adjusted guns here, which should be better than the ones on your waist."

Jimmy shook his head, and he patted the holster on his waist through his suit: "This one can't be messed around, it's fine. Well, that's all for me, let me know when you're ready, Call that number again."

Kyle nodded: "No problem. Say hello to Winston for me."

Kyle sent Jimmy away from the Morgan House. Jimmy could tell that Kyle was a little nervous at first, but when he returned to the studio, he completely returned to normal.Jimmy wasn't sure if he was really reliable, but he believed that Winston would not be so unreliable, so he believed in Winston and this Kyle.

Jimmy walked back to the parking lot, got in his car and left Philadelphia, heading north on Route 95.

Maybe it's been going smoothly all the time. After Jimmy drove for a long time, the cars on the road gradually stopped.Looking at this situation, Jimmy knew that something was wrong ahead, either a car accident or the police blocking the road.

This kind of thing is very common, and Jimmy also stopped in the traffic and waited.Soon a police car drove past the shoulder of the road in retrograde direction with its lights and siren on. Sure enough, luck ran out, and this time I don't know how long it will take.

"Boom", a huge flame and thick smoke rose, and Jimmy was far away from the road, at least a few hundred meters away. He immediately unfastened his seat belt and got out of the car, stood up and looked forward.

The distance was too far to see what was going on, Jimmy looked around, he was in the middle of the road, there were cars on the left, right, front, back, and there was no way to move.

Jimmy sat back in the car, opened the window, and continued to wait. Suddenly, there was a loud gunshot in front of him. The sound was not particularly loud, just like firecrackers from a long distance, but Jimmy had already conditioned reflex, and it was absolutely impossible to hear this kind of sound. Will use them as firecrackers first.

Jimmy got out of the car again. Some people in front had already got out of the car and ran backwards. He didn't run backwards, nor did he push forward against the crowd in front. He just stood by the car and looked forward.

There were a lot of pistol sounds, and based on the fact that a police car passed by just now, it is likely that the police confronted someone in front of it.

The gunshots gradually died down. Jimmy took out the badge and took out the chain to hang around his neck, but he didn't rush directly to the front, but moved forward a little bit.This time he came out without driving his own car, without equipment bag, without rifle and body armor, safety first.

After approaching the battlefield, Jimmy first stayed behind a car and shouted "FBI, don't shoot." Then he emerged from the back of the car and held up the FBI badge to signal that the police hiding behind the two police cars in front saw Jimmy's badge After that, he turned to the front and continued to shoot and suppress.

(End of this chapter)