This was the first time for Loew to see Tang Mo like this, because when Tang Mo taught him tactics and trained them, his serious look was like a devil.
So he froze there, watching Tang Mo's exaggerated movements, as if he was venting something.
It was also the first time for Weiss to see Tang Mo in such a state, because the last time Tang Mo went to Baron Stella to sell the K1 gun, he was obviously more reserved and calm.
Therefore, if possible, Weiss really wanted to cover his eyes and pretend that he didn't recognize this idiot Tang Mo.
Even John, who just now felt that Tang Mo's temperament was complicated and hidden, frowned at this time, feeling that he seemed to have misjudged the person.
Tang Mo, however, was completely unaware. He reached out and took out a revolver from the box, weighed it in his hand, and handed it to John in front of him.
Then, he began to demonstrate the method of loading this pistol, loading the bullet with one hand, and using the pressure bar under the muzzle with the other hand to press the bullets into the cylinder one by one.
His movements were very smooth, and John quickly watched his series of movements, and then watched him skillfully place the flash caps on the cylinder behind the bomb nest one by one.
"Six rounds of bullets! You can fire six times in a row! If these two guns are loaded, I can sweep everyone on the deck by myself!" Tang Mo said solemnly, holding up the gun and pointing the muzzle at the sky.
"Of course it has shortcomings. It takes a long time to prepare before firing! But! It can provide you with powerful fire cover for six consecutive fires at critical moments. It is no exaggeration to say that it is an epoch-making individual combat weapon!
Tang Mo pointed the pistol at the sea and asked, "Want to try?"
"I can see some clues from your complicated loading, but... can it really fire six times in a row?" John didn't believe it, or he thought this thing was really incredible.
If Tang Mo really invented this kind of weapon, then the entire world's weapons would be subverted! The weapons in the hands of every country would have to be replaced, and a staggeringly huge market would soon appear.
And the man in front of him, named Tang Mo, holds in his hand the pass to this market, the key to the door of this market!
"Bang!" Tang Mo pulled the trigger and fired a shot. A stream of white smoke erupted from the muzzle, rolling like an ink painting, full of fairy air.
"Bang!" Under everyone's gaze, Tang Mo immediately pulled the trigger for the second time without any preparation. The hammer of the pistol was driven up, and finally the firing pin hit the flash cap, igniting the cylinder.
Gunpowder inside.
White smoke billowed, and another bullet flew out of the gun barrel, and this second shot made almost all the elves present stunned.
"Bang!" Tang Mo didn't pause at all, and fired another bullet smoothly and naturally. He seemed to have released a magic, which made all the elves on the deck freeze on the spot.
"Three shots!" Tang Mo retracted his arm, turned the muzzle of the gun, and handed the pistol sideways to John, as if recommending an old friend to try his newly grilled meat skewers: "There are three more shots, you want
Don’t want to try?”
"This is magic! This must...must be magic..." The captain standing behind John swallowed and reminded himself repeatedly not to believe everything in front of him.
When John saw the revolver handed to him by Tang Mo, he subconsciously took it, but for a moment he didn't know what to do.
He looked at the awkward Weiss standing behind Tang Mo, and looked at the pistol hanging on Weiss's waist that was the same as his.
Then, he looked at Loew, the pistol on Loew's waist, and the pistol hanging on the waist of the young soldier next to Loew...
It turned out that the three men Tang Mo brought with them were so dangerous that with Tang Mo's order, these three men could draw out their guns and mow down the twenty or so elf sailors standing on the entire armed merchant ship.
, occupying the entire deck.
It turned out that such a dangerous force was standing in front of him, and if he, John, had such a weapon, he could give his opponent a surprise moment.
Thinking of this, he suddenly transitioned from fear and alert to excitement - at this moment, he even understood Tang Mo's exaggeration and indulgence just now, because if he had obtained such a weapon, he would also be very excited.
Hope to share my joy with others.
For example, take this pistol to meet an enemy for a while, and then excitedly share your new weapon with the enemy. Three people will kill each other ten times, pointing the gun at the opponent's head and looking at the opponent's fearful and desperate eyes.
Or, using twice or even three times the exaggerated tone and body language like a fool, present such a "treasure" to His Majesty the King! Presumably, his status will also rise in the same exaggerated way, right?
In short, John, whose adrenaline began to surge, adjusted the position of holding the pistol and made an aiming posture.
Then, like Tang Mo, he aimed at the sea and pulled the trigger.
"Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!" He pulled the trigger again and again, and the weapon in his hand responded to his movements.
"Stuck! Jam!" The bullets have been fired, the bullet chamber is still rotating under the action of the mechanism, and the hammer is also hitting the firing pin. The simple and reliable mechanism operates perfectly, just like a clock.
However, I thought that there were no bullets, so the sound of gunpowder explosion no longer echoed, leaving only the clicking sound of mechanical impact, which was not sudden in the sound of the sea.
After carefully placing the pistol into the groove of the wooden box, John raised his head and said to Tang Mo: "I know this thing is not cheap, but I also have a lot of gold coins... Are you ready to make a fortune? Mr. Tang Mo?
"
"Only for this matter, I am always prepared." Tang Mo humorously grabbed the wine bottle again, and poured the ale inside into the cup in front of John. Then he put down the wine bottle and picked up the wine bottle in front of him.
cup.
John didn't mind at all, he naturally picked up the glass in front of him and clinked it with Tang Mo's glass: "You are the most valuable visitor I have seen this time when I led the fleet."
"I hope our business will grow bigger and bigger, and I hope our friendship will become deeper and deeper!" Tang Mo clinked his glasses and drank the ale in the glass in one gulp.
The smile on John's face deepened and he raised his glass: "Yes! You are my friend! Mr. Tang Mo! My best friend in the Kingdom of Wright!"
He also drank all the ale in the glass and put down the glass: "Next time I come, I will definitely bring the best moonshine wine from the elves! I'll treat you to real wine!"
Then, this elf noble, who also had a high status in the country, put his hand on the box containing the revolver that Tang Mo had brought, and continued to ask: "Do you have enough carriage... to hold the gold coins? My friend
?”
"Carriage?" Tang Mo looked at the huge armed merchant ship with front-loading naval guns docked on the dock in the distance, waved his hand, curled his lips and said, "My friend, do you want to sell your ship?
"
"Hahahaha!" John laughed loudly: "This is a good deal! I can sell my boat to you! As long as the price you give is right!"
"That's great!" Tang Mo rubbed his hands as if ready to enjoy the delicious food: "How many ships do you have?"
"Fifteen ships." John replied with a smile.
"Ten ships, I want to buy ten ships!" Tang Mo gave a number.
"This is not cheap, my friend." John did not refuse, but said: "I'm afraid, you have to give me some gold coins."
"I can exchange it for something else." Tang Mo spread his hands and said, "In exchange for your ship and all the gold coins on the ship."
"Are you kidding? Do you know how many gold coins I have here in total?" John was stunned, and then reminded Tang Mo in a friendly way: "The value of this shipping trip is almost enough to sell you the title of Earl of Bunas!
"
"What if I sell you the production technology of the K1 fast gun and the production technology of this revolver?" Tang Mo pointed to the wooden box and smiled: "You took it away.
Not a few guns, but a complete set of... production technology!"
"..." As if he was looking at a monster, John stared at Tang Mo for a long time. The smile on his face had disappeared, replaced by a serious look of thinking and weighing.
"Why?" In the end, without rejecting or agreeing, John asked an inexplicable why without any clue.
"If we make money together, we are friends, right?" Of course Tang Mo couldn't tell the truth.
"You know this reason won't convince me." John continued to ask.
Tang Mo pondered for two seconds and then changed his explanation: "I am facing the Cyric Consortium alone. You know this is a lot of pressure... so I want more money and various supplies.
Plant support from friends.”
"..." John also fell silent. Of course he knew what kind of huge pressure Tang Mo would have to face if he dared to challenge Cyric.
"So, if someone in another kingdom also stands up and challenges Cyric... they may share a lot of my pressure." Tang Mo pointed to himself: "Of course, I will share the profit, the attractive profit.
…This is an exchange of interests, and of course you should take some risks to make money, right?”
"Reintroduce myself once again... I am the second heir to the Augustine family of the Poplar Kingdom, Augustine John, the son of Count Augustine Toural!" Once again, John reintroduced himself.
"Tang Mo!" Tang Mo felt that there was nothing to show off with his title, so he just said his name again.
John stretched out his hand and made a gesture of invitation: "Now, we can discuss the details of cooperation!"
