America 1881: Legend of the West

"I'll think about it." Browning was still hesitating.

After all, if you really agree, you will have to live with this piece of loess all day long.

"We can do something big." Chen Jianqiu chuckled and started drawing cakes, "We have to dabble in various aspects, not only rifles and revolvers, but also bigger and more violent things.

"New weapons, new business opportunities, more money."

"Okay, but guns are easy to talk about, other things..." For the first time, Browning showed no confidence in Chen Jianqiu's ambition.

"Have confidence in yourself." Chen Jianqiu encouraged, "You are the best designer on this continent. I will also find helpers for you."

"Well, but I may not always stay in Roswell." Browning agreed.

Then, he suddenly remembered something and pointed to the carriage behind him, "By the way, I got you the batch of goods you ordered last time."

Chen Jianqiu's eyes had actually been fixed on the carriages behind him for a long time.

He rubbed his hands: "Drag it in, drag it in, let me see what's going on."

The carriage drove into the warehouse in the yard.

Browning removed the coverings from one cart after another.

The first car contained five or six boxes of repeating rifles, imitation Winchester M1873 models, produced by Browning's factory, and some unbranded left-hand pistols, which Chen Jianqiu probably secretly imitated by Browning. Yes, nothing surprising.

The second car was full of ammunition. Chen Jianqiu looked through one of the boxes. There were all kinds of calibers, from rifle ammunition to revolver ammunition.

The third car contains some gun-related accessories and gun oil for maintenance of existing guns.

Chen Jianqiu greeted the Chinese workers to unload the guns and ammunition from the car and sort them into categories to find places to put them in the warehouse.

Logically speaking, these are the only things you can usually buy in gun stores.

However, there were several carriages behind.

Chen Jianqiu vaguely remembered that the last time he made some "small requests" to Browning.

Browning didn't say anything, and went directly to lift the cloth on the two carriages behind.

Two brand-new Gatling guns appeared in front of Chen Jianqiu.

"Nothing currently available on the market is good. The ammunition supply method and stability are average. I modified the magazine based on theirs. See if it works." Browning patted one of them. A stiff one.

"Let's try again later. Didn't it take a lot of effort for you to get two of these things?" Chen Jianqiu touched the fuselage of the hand-cranked Gatling.

"It's not bad. After all, it came out of my own factory and it went smoothly. Compared with that thing, it's much easier." Browning pointed to the last carriage.

That carriage looked different from the others.

The wheels of this carriage are larger than those of the previous ones.

I don't know whether it was to hide it from others or for some other reason, but the outside was covered with wooden boards. From the outside, the shape couldn't be seen.

However, Chen Jianqiu had already made a rough guess in his mind.

He directly found a crowbar from the corner of the warehouse, carried it to the side of the carriage, lifted off the cloth on it, and then used the crowbar to pry open all the wooden boards covering it.

A dark thing appeared in Chen Jianqiu's field of vision.

"The Krupp breech-loading gun is a German gadget. It's a good thing, but it's a bit expensive." Browning said with his hands on his hips.

"I'll make up the difference for you later." Chen Jianqiu bent down and began to observe this guy carefully.

When he first met Browning, he actually asked him if he could get a cannon. He had also seen a cannon in Clark's warehouse before, but that one was muzzle-loading and not similar to this one. Fabi.

"Where did you get this thing?" Chen Jianqiu stared at the dark muzzle and looked inside the barrel.

"The Germans sent samples to the Army, but the Army didn't purchase them because they probably thought they didn't need them. The Germans were too lazy to ship them back, so after a while, they ended up in my hands."

Browning walked to the side of the second car, opened two wooden boxes, and pointed inside: "The ammunition is here."

"Go and call Danny over." Chen Jianqiu turned his head and said to Li Sifu next to him.

Li Sifu trotted away and arrived at the door of Danny's family.

For Danni and his wife, Chen Jianqiu fulfilled his promise and built them a new independent home in Roswell New Town.

This is one of the few people in the new town who can enjoy this treatment.

But almost no one had an opinion.

The answer is simple. Because some laws stipulated in the past few years that female Chinese were not allowed to enter the United States. Therefore, most of the Chinese workers here were singles.

Only a few people have families.

It's not too much for a person with a family to own a house alone, not to mention that Danny is now the foreman of the construction site.

"There will be women and bread." Chen Jianqiu said to them.

When Li Sifu arrived at the door of Danny's house, Danny and his son Holly had just returned from the clinic run by Teresa, and he was washing his face in the living room of the house.

"Danny, the boss is looking for you." Li Sifu shouted excitedly from outside the door into the living room, "There are cannons, there are big cannons!"

Danny, who lowered his head, didn't seem to hear clearly what Li Sifu was saying. He washed his face and replied, "I'm sorry, what did you just say?"

"Cannon! Danny! The boss got a cannon!"

"Bang."

The basin fell off the table and fell to the ground, spilling water all over the floor.

Danny didn't bother to wipe his face and ran out of the room. A pair of big hands grabbed Li Sifu's shoulders and shook him: "Where is it? Take me there quickly."

The two were just about to leave when suddenly a man rushed out of the house.

"Dad, wait for me!" Holly still held a brush in his hand.

Soon, Li Sifu brought Danny and his son to the door of the warehouse.

Browning, Feiniao, Abiot, Chen Jianqiu and He Jiasheng were already in the warehouse.

Danny also saw the Krupp breech-loading cannon.

"This thing is under your care." Chen Jianqiu said to Danny, "You can play with it for now, we will have more in the future."

Danny walked around the cannon a few times, then raised and lowered his hands, stroking the body like a madman.

Although when he was an artilleryman in the Civil War, he still used muzzle-loading cannons, but the loading method was not a problem.

"Can I try?" Danny couldn't help but make this request because his hands were itchy.

There was a trace of worry on the faces of Asuka and Abiot.

Unexpectedly, Chen Jianqiu didn't care at all. He pointed to the desert shooting range in front of him: "Go and try it. The shooting range is meant for use."

After receiving the permission, Danny happily moved a box of cannonballs and waved to Holly behind him:

"Come on, let me show you how your dad used to have sex."

The two got on the carriage, dragged the breech-loaded cannon, and headed towards the shooting range.

Chen Jianqiu watched the father and son leave with a smile, turned around, and called Feiniao to him.

He whispered to Feiniao: "Pick seven or eight guns, erase the production numbers and brands, get some bullets, and sell them to Tiago and the others."

Chen Jianqiu patted Gatlin again: "Two Gatlings, keep one and sell the other to him."

Feiniao's face was a little reluctant and worried: "Boss, do you really want to sell it to him? I always feel that people like Thiago are not reliable. It may not be a good thing if he becomes too strong."

Chen Jianqiu looked at Feiniao. He felt that Feiniao had grown a lot during this period:

"That's right. For someone like Thiago, who likes to float, it's not impossible for him to fall out with us."

"Then you still..." Feiniao said hesitantly.

"He is still useful for the time being." Chen Jianqiu touched the barrel of Gatling's gun again. "If the dog dares to show its teeth, I will pull out his teeth again."

"Boom!"

A loud noise frightened Meyer, who was picking his nails in the office of the Roswell Refinery, and he sat down on the ground.

"What the hell is going on!" Meyer got up from the ground and ran out of the office as fast as he could. "Is there something wrong with the refinery or the oil well?"

After walking around the venue and finding that there were no major problems, Meyer patted his heart.

"What's going on lately? It's all inexplicable."

He was about to knock on Captain Lynch's door again. He thought for a moment and realized that the trap plan was feasible. But if it was not feasible, having Pinkerton's people escort him directly would be another way.

At the same time, at the shooting range outside the town, Danny and his son Holly shot into pieces an abandoned empty oil tanker that was used as a target in the distance.

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