No. 88 Wallen Street, a few hundred yards away from the street where Annick now lives. At three o'clock in the afternoon, Annick and Bell were going to visit this agent to see if there was really anything fishy.

"Can you shoot? Bell." Annick asked in the clerk's room at 2:30 in the afternoon.

"Exactly. Every year, the patrol officers have one day of professional training. Although we are not usually issued guns, we can apply to the captain if necessary." Little Bell said with a little excitement.

"Ah, now you go to the captain to apply for a temporary gun, and help me ask when my broken revolver will be repaired. We will send out the police in the afternoon."

"What weapon should I apply for? Can I apply for a rifle? Or a shotgun." Bell seemed to like firearms, but his identity restricted his use of weapons.

"We are just going to investigate that brother's agency. We are not going to join the battlefield. A pistol will do."

Bell seemed a little frustrated when he heard this, "Okay Mr. Annick, I will apply now."

"Don't forget about my pistol repairs."

"OK."

Bell got up and left about ten minutes later and came back, holding the list in his hand, and said to Annick. "The captain said you write a repair request yourself, and then give Commons five shillings to get an old revolver for use first."

, wait until it’s repaired and then return the old pistol to the repaired one.”

"Do I have to pay for the repair of a pistol that is damaged on the job?" Annick couldn't complain about this rule.

"The captain said this was to prevent police officers from damaging weapons at will, so that's why we issued the regulations." It seems that Captain Parker thought of Annick's complaints and prepared an explanation in advance.

"Let's go to Commons and see what weapons are available."

Weapons Officer Commons was still drinking tea leisurely in the basement. When Annick and Bell handed him the list, he took a look and stretched out his hand. Annick reluctantly found five silver coins.

After handing him the shillings and the broken revolver he had made, Commons smiled and said: "It's destined to happen next time. The gun is your second life. I need to send you your new revolver."

Maintenance by the General Administration will take a week if it's fast, and it may take half a month if it's slow. You can hold this experimental pistol first, and Bell, use the .44 caliber revolver used for training."

After speaking, Commons first pulled out a small revolver and handed it to Bell, then counted 6 bullets and handed them to Bell.

"How many more rounds?"

"Why do you need so many bullets just to follow Annick on a survey mission? I'm here to find the new experiment that their arsenal said last week."

Commons dug out a strange pistol in the wooden box. It was different from the unique magazine of the revolver. Behind the exposed long barrel was the slide with an upper ejection port. Under the long grip

It is the magazine loading port. This should be the earliest semi-automatic pistol. Unlike common pistols, the sleeve does not completely cover the barrel. It may be that smokeless gunpowder has not been widely popularized on this planet. In order to ensure the range of the barrel

A bit longer than those on Earth.

"The arsenal said that this thing can hold 12 rounds of bullets, and its firepower and rate of fire are much stronger than revolvers. It produced a batch of 5,000 pieces and prepared them for distribution to officers. The colonel who accepted them rejected them at first sight, and then gave them to us.

Otherwise, we will have to use new weapons that round."

"The designer probably forgot a very important thing, which is why the officers were reluctant to use it." Annick said half seriously and half jokingly.

"That thing?" Commons asked seriously.

"Most of the officers who can be found in our country are graduates of regular army schools. They are either nobles or children of wealthy businessmen. Pistols are mostly just decorative items. Although this semi-automatic pistol has powerful firepower, it looks too ugly without a full-coverage slide.

Already."

Commons looked at the pistol carefully, then shook his head, found 24 bullets and handed them to Annick.

"Can I keep using this pistol? After the revolver is repaired, just put it here and I will replace it." After Annick got the gun, he pressed the bullets into the magazine one by one and loaded them into the pistol.

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"You don't think it's ugly?" Commons asked doubtfully.

"I hate it, but I'm not an officer hiding behind the battle line. I will definitely choose it if it has twice the number of bullets. After firing six shots, the bad guy will come out to deal with you when he thinks your gun is out of bullets, so give him another six

Aren't you surprised?" Annick said with a malicious smile.

"You are not a gentleman."

"I have never been a gentleman. Besides, if I talk about being a gentleman to my enemies, I might end up dying for my country."

At three o'clock in the afternoon, Annick and Bell set off from the police station and took a public carriage to No. 88 Wallen Street.

Different from the imagined situation where the door is closed and people run away, this agency company named Geda is just like an ordinary small company, with a dilapidated sign hanging at the door and a lot of dust on the glass of the windows.

I could barely see through the glass that there were four or five customers filling in information, and two female clerks were receiving the information behind the desk.

Annick opened the door. Most of the men looking for work inside looked like they were in their thirties or forties. Most of them were wearing dark uniforms like dock workers. There were also some men wearing shirts, which had been washed white and seemed to have buttons still on them.

There is one less.

"Please let me take care of something first." Annick said to the people looking for new jobs who were waiting in line to submit their application materials.

When several people in line heard this and were about to turn around and educate the impolite man behind them, they saw Annick's police uniform and closed their mouths to make way. Annick and Bell walked smoothly to the clerk's door.

The person in front of me seemed very busy. The female clerk didn't even raise her head and spoke directly.

"Age, education, have you filled out the form? What kind of job are you looking for? An office clerk with a weekly salary of 3 pounds must at least have formal higher education. Next week, a shipping company specializing in the Northern Continent is also recruiting sailors. Skilled ones can give

Weekly salary of 2.8 pounds. Are you interested? Pay a deposit of 2 pounds first. After the work contract is signed, the recommended weekly salary will be collected or refunded."

"Miss, we are not here to find a job. Please call out your manager or boss. We will come to him if we have anything to do."

Upon hearing this, the middle-aged female waiter raised her head and glanced at Annick, then continued busy with her work.

"Why are you wasting my time if you're not looking for a job? Who are you? A disabled person wants to see my boss with a half-grown baby."

"We are the police from the port branch. We are here to consult with your boss about something." Annick took out his ID and handed it over. After the clerk took it and carefully looked at the photo and the appearance of the person in front of him, his expression changed from impatient to flattering.
Chapter completed!