He Muqing promised to help Qin Feng find the person who sent the courier, saying that he would give him the results as soon as possible and asked him to go back and wait for the news.
Qin Feng returned to Qin's Building. Before he could open the door of his office, Hou Bao pulled him to the underground laboratory.
"Uncle Huber, didn't I tell you that I know very little about engines, gearboxes and the like? If you have any questions, just tell Hui'er directly without asking for my opinion." He was afraid that the old man would catch him again.
The matter between him and Mei Hui remains unresolved.
The title "Future Father-in-law" is really weird. The result of the discussion between the beautiful CEO and his godfather was that Qin Feng continued to call Hou Bao Uncle Hou.
Of course, it’s okay to call him a few times in private to satisfy the old man.
Hou Bao chuckled and said, "I'm not talking about things that you are not interested in. I want to give you something that you will definitely like."
Looking at the old man's mysterious look, Qin Feng shrugged. Brother Xindao's favorite thing was in his pocket, the dagger Huo Yun.
Hou Bao solemnly opened a silver-white metal box, and lying quietly inside was a pistol with a carbonized exterior.
The size of the pistol is slightly longer than that of ordinary guns, which is mainly reflected in the front barrel part. The shape of the grip is very user-friendly. There is a standard Picatinny rail on the sleeve, which can be equipped with laser sights, tactical lights and other items.
"Why did you think of giving me the pistol? Uncle Hou, don't you know that I have long wanted to say goodbye to my old life?" Qin Feng said, in his opinion, now that he has broken away from his identity as the killer of Death Island, he should no longer
possess such weapons.
Besides, doesn’t the Celestial Dynasty under the harmonious rule prohibit individuals from owning weapons?
Qin Feng couldn't help but wonder whether the old man's head had been kicked by a donkey.
Hou Bao smiled and said: "It's not easy to say goodbye to your previous life. For example, if you have a conflict with a disciple, they will definitely not let it go. If they don't have a handy weapon, they will definitely be
You will suffer a big loss."
Thinking about it, whether it was in the suburbs last time, in a village in the city, or in the big battle last night, it was definitely beneficial to have a gun in hand.
He picked up the pistol. The carbonized coating on the gun body felt very comfortable to the touch. Even if his palms were sweaty, the accuracy would not be reduced due to slippage. The weight of the pistol was smaller than expected, indicating that a lot of composite materials were used.
"Where did you get it? I've never seen it." Qin Feng couldn't put it down. Although he hadn't tested the gun yet, the excellent feel and his understanding of firearms made him absolutely sure that it was a good gun.
Hou Bao laughed: "Of course you have never seen it. I made this, and this is the only one."
"Really?" Qin Feng skillfully disassembled the pistol. As expected, every part was not numbered. The barrel was made of the best chromium-molybdenum alloy steel, with finely crafted rifling, firing pin, spring, and hammer.
The processing technology of iron and other metal parts is excellent, and other parts are mostly made of composite materials, which not only ensures strength but also reduces the weight of the entire gun.
The magazine is also made of composite materials, so you don't have to worry about jamming due to insufficient spring strength. The magazine has a capacity of twenty rounds and is a standard 9mm bullet.
The Type 92 pistol taken from the corpse of the special police officer was because the quality of the magazine spring was not up to par. The original capacity of 15 rounds was only filled with 12 rounds to increase the tension of the spring. Don't you know that it almost killed Mr. Qin?
's little life.
Hou Bao continued: "I deliberately used a long barrel, which is one-third longer than ordinary pistols. In addition, the bullets are also specially made, so the range can reach 200 meters!"
Qin Feng's eyes widened. With a range of 200 meters, it was a powerful weapon!
You must know that the range of general pistols is 50 meters. Even the May 4th pistol called the Big Black Star can only shoot 60 to 70 meters at most. The range of submachine guns is only about 150 to 200 meters.
It's incredible that a pistol can shoot so far.
Seeing his disbelieving expression, Hou Bao said proudly: "You forgot, I am a Ph.D. in physics, and we have complete equipment here. It is a piece of cake to make a pistol with excellent performance."
This gun has a precise structure, an extended barrel and special rifling. Even if it fires the most common 9mm bullets, it can have an effective range of 100 meters.
The bullet is a special bottom-vented bullet. This type of bullet mostly appears on artillery shells. It is definitely a pioneering work to be used on bullets with a diameter of no more than one centimeter.
The warhead is equipped with complex notches, which also has the effect of increasing range and stability.
Furthermore, several other substances are added to the gunpowder in the cartridge case, which not only increases the thrust, but also reduces the muzzle flame.
In addition to a pistol, four magazines and 400 rounds of ammunition, there are also accessories such as a silencer, low-light sight, laser sight, tactical light, infrared rangefinder, etc., all of which are also made by Hou Bao.
"Are you interested in trying a gun?" Hou Bao asked with a smile.
"Of course!" Qin Feng began to load the ammunition skillfully. Hou Bao hung up a paper target and pressed the button. The paper target moved towards the fifty-meter passage on its own.
Loading the gun, opening the safety, raising the gun, and aiming, Qin Feng completed the entire set of actions in one go. His hand holding the gun was very steady, and with the rhythm of his breathing, he hooked his index finger and moved the trigger backwards.
Aiming consciously and firing unconsciously are skills that a good shooter must master.
The bullet roared out and hit the bull's-eye.
The recoil of the pistol was not strong, and Qin Feng got used to it immediately, and he pulled the trigger one after another.
Bang... bang...
Bang bang... bang bang...
Bang bang bang... bang bang bang...
The designed frequency became faster and faster, and in the end, he almost shot out all the remaining bullets at once.
Hou Bao was stunned. It was too fast for someone to shoot like this.
In his view, no matter how good a shooter is, there must be an adaptation process when using a new gun.
When he saw the paper target, he was so shocked that his eyes dropped to the ground. Could you please stop shooting so accurately? Twenty rounds of bullets all hit the bullseye! The black area with a diameter of no more than eight centimeters, clothed
It was full of bullet holes and nearly broken.
Qin Feng checked the barrel of the gun calmly and made sure that there were no bullets in it. Then he said: "It's really good. Uncle Hou, you are really disrespecting your talent by not working in a military industry company!"
Hou Bao responded without thinking: "You are such a good marksman, it would be a pity not to be a killer! Xiao Feng, how about we set up a killer company privately, it will definitely make money faster than doing legitimate business!"
Qin Feng had a dark look on his face, "Can we stop talking about it? I finally escaped from the Island of Death, and now I'm still Mao's killer."