"The American style of martial arts is well-deserved!"
There are many events in the Gun Festival. In addition to experiencing various weapons, there are also a bunch of rapid-fire competitions. The most exciting one is a competition using training weapons that fire paintballs.
Just like in the movie, two contestants stand in a fixed area, wait for the bell to ring, draw guns and shoot at each other. Whoever is hit first will be eliminated. Because they are playing paintballs, there is no life-threatening danger, that is
You need to wear goggles, so many tourists are eager to try it.
Chen Mo had no intention of doing this. He had fought so many duels in the West. The number of unlucky guys he killed in duels alone could equal a Yamamoto task force, not to mention the number of black guns, black guns, and black guns.
Damn guy.
Wang Haoran was quite interested. He drew his gun quickly, but his accuracy was a bit off, and he was eliminated within two rounds.
Wang Haoran was unwilling to come again, but the activity could only be done once a day, so he pushed Chen Mo up.
"I crushed you with ten thousand knives!"
"Then help me with another ten thousand dollars!"
Chen Mo looked at the other party's eyes and couldn't help but sign up.
The pistol used in the competition was not a revolver, but a Glock for training. This made Chen Mo a little uncomfortable, but he quickly adjusted. A skilled gunner should be familiar with every weapon in his hand.
The situation was just as Chen Mo thought. Most of the people participating in the competition were tourists. Most of them didn't even pull out their guns after Chen Mo fired the first paintball. There were a few who did, but they were still worse than the others.
Not as fast as Chen Mo.
Because of the one-sided battle situation, the organizers of the competition were a little unable to sit still and came over.
"Hey, buddy, if you are professionals, you can go to the shooting range and shoot your fill. Don't bully others here, okay?"
Although his face was not very good, the organizer still tried to negotiate with the two people in a polite tone.
Chen Mo didn't like to torture people either, but Wang Haoran refused to let him go. He knew that Chen Mo had only been exposed to shooting a few months ago, and he was still a complete rookie at the moment. Why wasn't he allowed to play? But in the end, he also knew how to shoot.
The fish suffered so much from the fry in the fish pond that after the organizer apologized, they gave up the plan to continue.
However, the organizer was also very discerning and took the initiative to refund the 20,000 yuan bet, and also provided two souvenir cartridge cases to be distributed to the winners.
After being kicked out of the competition because of their high level, the two of them planned to go for a drink. On the way, Chen Mo saw a RV stall with relatively few people. There were two gray-haired old men sitting in it, working attentively on their own.
The equipment in front of him made him a little curious, so he went over to it.
From passers-by, Chen Mo learned that these two old men were well-known gunsmiths and were good at adjusting firearms. They adjusted the guns for some firearms competitions. They also accepted private orders, but the prices were relatively high.
Expensive and time-consuming.
Chen Mo really didn't know much about gun modification. He and Fan Delin had learned to modify bullets and make bows and arrows. The gun modifications were all left to the owner of the gun shop. Chen Mo's two Colt 1873s and that one
Lever-up rifles have undergone some adjustments, but how can the firearm modifications of the 19th century compare to those of the 21st century?
Chen Mo didn't intend to steal his lesson. You can't learn this thing by standing aside and watching for a while. So when the tourists around him felt bored and dispersed, he politely stepped forward and asked if they could ask some questions about it.
The problem of firearm modification.
The two old men did not refuse. They invited Chen Mo to get in the car, and while they were working, they introduced Chen Mo to the modification of firearms. The material, craftsmanship, length of the barrel, and the arc of rotation of the rifling. These small and insignificant details will affect the bullet.
The accuracy, and when Chen Mo asked if an old lever rifle could be modernized, the old man named Hand sitting on his left was very happy.
"The lever rifle of the 19th century is considered a cultural relic. Instead of spending a lot of money to modify it, why not use a modern lever rifle?"
The old man directly picked up a Henry lever rifle lying at his feet. This is a modern replica version. It has additional rails that can be used to mount a variety of tactical equipment. In addition, the barrel has been processed to have a longer range and higher accuracy.
Higher. Of course, this gun was also modified by them. Chen Mo tried it and found that it was much smoother than his original antique gun and felt more comfortable.
After a chat, the two firearms masters felt good about Chen Mo. He was polite and knowledgeable about guns, so they gave Chen Mo his contact information and the address of his studio, saying that if Chen Mo wanted to modify his gun, he could contact them.
Can enjoy discounts.
Chen Mo immediately stuffed his business card into his wallet. He is still eager for long guns now, but because they are difficult to carry, both snipers and machine guns are gathering dust at home. When there is a chance, he can get some customized modified weapons.
fine!
Seeing that the next time to travel was still a week away, Chen Mo didn't stay for a few more days and returned home with large and small packages of gifts. He had hit enough targets and it was time to change targets!
Because he made up his mind to carry a long gun, Chen Mo customized a relatively large tactical backpack, which could disassemble the M21 sniper rifle he brought back from the world of Resident Evil and carry it.
However, the trip to the United States reminded Chen Mo of one thing. He should also get some special bullets. The incendiary bombs made of animal fat are quite effective, and domestic animal fat is also relatively easy to obtain. It costs a little in the butcher shop.
You can get a lot of it for money.
But when modifying the bullet, because he was worried about something happening, Chen Mo drove to the mountains and found a place with no human habitation and set up a campfire to make it. Although the mountains were deserted and eerie, Chen Mo found it in the west.
The feeling of surviving in the wild is that the equipment is different. Back in the west, he only had blankets, but after returning home, he had all the tents and sleeping bags. Arthur Morgan would have been so angry that he would have scolded his mother.
"Speaking of which, I don't know if that guy's tuberculosis can last longer!"
Thinking of the Vanderlin Gang that had split before he left, Chen Mo shook his head. Even though he killed Micah in Strawberry Town, the Vanderlin Gang, which had many internal problems, was still gone in the end.
It would be great if I could go back and see it again!
Chen Mo looked at the system's countdown. Logically speaking, if the system opened a portal, it would really be possible for him to return to the world he had been to and meet his old friends!