To be honest, Zhang Jinzhen was quite disdainful and disdainful of the selection and formulation of the mechanism and location of Beigong Shuoyue's hidden door. The Holy Church

With this level of concealment and the difficulty of the mechanism, with Zhang Jin reaching the level of a 'grand master' thief, the whole process from coming in, to searching, to scrutinizing, to cracking, didn't even take twenty minutes.

Except for the thirty or forty-digit electronic code lock, which Zhang Jin finds a little tricky, the other fancy hiding techniques and mechanism arrangements are simply child's play to him. There are so many mechanisms and mechanisms.

There is not much difference if there are so few mechanisms. It can be cracked easily with a little effort.

If this mechanism were to be constructed and designed by Zhang Jin, with his "Grand Master Level" mechanism master ability, although I dare not say that the "Grand Master Level" thieves would be completely helpless, without three days and five days of deliberation and experimentation, even if

Even a 'grandmaster-level' thief can't even think of solving it completely.

"Is this the level? Alas, the master is lonely! Tsk, tsk, it really is like being from a high place, and you can see all the mountains and small ones at a glance!"

After disdainfully belittling the guy who designed the mechanism, Zhang Jin felt proud and narcissistic. He couldn't help it, because his "Martial Arts Three Kingdoms" system was too powerful.

Zhang Jin was proud for just two seconds and then forgot about his pride, because Beigong Shuoyue had already pushed open the rather heavy door!

Suddenly, dozens of rows of metal long shelves neatly arranged in an armory covering hundreds of square meters came into view, standing at the door with nervous eyes.

On the shelves are rows of firearms, rows of personal combat equipment, and rows of individual auxiliary equipment. Each firearm and each piece of equipment has an annotation nameplate next to it.

How is this a private weapons depot? This is clearly a museum of individual soldier equipment from around the world!

As the fat man said, all the equipment for individual soldiers is available here.

There are countless types of pistols, rifles, and even light machine guns of various types; hundreds of sabers of various types and types equipped by various armies; equipment used by all types of special soldiers, such as marching bags, marching shovels, gas stoves, flashlights, and so on.

Various.

Zhang Jin even saw several types of grenades, rocket launchers, individual shoulder-fired anti-tank missiles, surface-to-air missiles...

It turned out that the fat man really didn't brag at all on the road before. Therefore, Zhang Jin, who is also a gun fan, was jealous.

Without the fat man's greeting, Zhang Jin walked into the armory gate with his arms swinging like a returning regiment entering the village.

Seeing Zhang Jin, he didn't even wait for him to be polite, and he got into the arsenal with a sense of being a 'owner'. Beigong Shuoyue had no choice but to rub his nose in embarrassment, it was very formalistic, very dry, and very dull.

That's right. Zhang Jin, who couldn't hear what he said because he was so focused, added:

"Well, you can just pick a few hunting guys here..."

Sure enough, Zhang Jin turned a deaf ear to Beigong Shuoyue's words and just wandered around in the rather large armory. While walking between the shelves like a walk, Zhang Jin walked between the shelves from time to time.

He stopped, picked up the firearm on the shelf, and rubbed the equipment. His posture was similar to that of Grandma Liu in the Grand View Garden.

Seeing Zhang Jin's focused look, Beigong Shuoyue smiled understandingly, and just followed Zhang Jin, chatting with Zhang Jin who was also a gun fan from time to time, such as:

"This gun is made in 2016..." or "The accuracy of this gun is average" or something like that.

Zhang Jin and Beigong Shuoyue walked and chatted like this until a few minutes passed. Zhang Jin suddenly paused, and then suddenly accelerated his pace again. In just two steps, he 'grabbed' a gun

In front of the rack, he stretched out his hand like a poisonous snake and grabbed a pistol on the rack.

Then, Zhang Jin just rubbed the texture and pattern of the '.357' mark on the pistol with the pads of his fingers, while staring straight at the shiny golden guy like a nouveau riche in his hand, for an instant.

Seeing Zhang Jin's eyes and expression, Beigong Shuoyue was very proud, showing off, showing off with a smile and saying:

"The Desert Eagle is indeed the most photographed and the most handsome gun, right? Moreover, the gun you have in your hand is not only the most classic 0.357-caliber original gun of the Sand Eagle, it is also the one specially made by the MRI in 1986 for collectors.

And one of the 1,000 collector’s edition .357 caliber Desert Eagles specially created by gun enthusiasts!”

Speaking of this, Beigong Shuoyue pretended to be mysterious and became nervous during the exam:

"Lao Jin, do you know about these 1,000 specially made collector's edition Desert Eagles?"

After Zhang Jin gave Bei Gong Shuoyue a very lethal eye roll, he said angrily:

"Nonsense, if you don't even know this, what kind of gun fan are you?"

After getting Zhang Jin's answer, Beigong Shuoyue became even more proud.

"At that time, there were 1,000 collector's edition 0.357 caliber Desert Eagles, 100 of which were 'Gold Edition Desert Eagles', 400 were 'Silver Edition Desert Eagles', and 500 were 'Bronze Edition Desert Eagles'. And I

This one is one of the 100 'Gold Edition Desert Eagles'! It is definitely out of print and definitely my treasure!"

This gun was indeed Beigong Shuoyue's proud collection, so this guy was very proud of himself when he showed it off. His look like a rat that had stolen lamp oil made Zhang Jin grit his teeth and had the urge to beat him up.

Therefore, after Zhang Jin, who was "angry", rolled his eyes twice, a bad smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"Young Master Beigong definitely don't care about such a gun, so this gun belongs to me!"

As he spoke, Zhang Jin stuffed the golden Desert Eagle into his arms. "" unceremoniously started robbing them face to face.

As a result, Beigong Shuoyue, who was so proud a second ago, was stunned. It was not until Zhang Jin had put the sand eagle in his arms and zipped up his coat that Beigong Shuoyue encountered a blatant robbery for the first time.

Only then did the little fat man react, and he suddenly became anxious.

He stepped forward and wanted to take out his treasure from Zhang Jin's arms, but he still said in a whisper:

"Lao Jin, you can't be so dishonest. Brother, let me show you our private possessions, but you can't even eat and take them?"

Zhang Jin was shielding Beigong Shuoyue's Lushan claws that stretched out towards him, while shouting:

"You, Young Master Beigong, have a great family and a house full of treasures, but you still care about this one thing? Your brother and I don't have any, so don't be so stingy, okay?"

"I'm not stingy, I'm really old-fashioned. Even if you take this gun back, it won't work. Do you have a gun license? If you don't have a gun license, being caught will be troublesome!"

Beigong Shuoyue, who has always regarded the law as a tool and a weakling, suddenly took out the weapon that usually seemed useless to this young man and attacked Zhang Jin. I hope Zhang Jin will correct his mistakes after he realizes them.

However, Zhang Jin was not a vegetarian and still said plausibly:

"It's okay, I know Liu Xianxian's grandfather. It shouldn't be difficult for me to ask him to help me get a gun license then!"

"That won't work either. This 0.357 gold version of the Desert Eagle is my heart and soul. Lao Jin, you can't gouge out your brother's heart. You can't be so unjust! I..."

Just when Zhang Jin and Bei Gong Shuoyue were pulling and pushing away, waving their arms and playing "Tai Chi Push Hands", a crisp voice sounded:

"Brother Zhang, what do you like about Shuo Yue? It's okay. I, the sister, will make the decision for him. You can just take it. As for the gun license, don't bother Grandpa Liu, I'll help you get it!"

But just when Zhang Jin and Beigong Shuoyue were arguing, Beigong Heyue and Liu Xianxian came to the weapons depot after accompanying Ye Hong to change clothes.

As soon as Beigong Heyue, a strong woman who always took pleasure in bullying her younger brother, opened her mouth, Bei Gong Shuoyue's arrogance immediately subsided, and her hands that were holding Zhang Jin loosened up. Her attitude also changed from the previous one of arguing with reason and using both hands and mouth.

The snatching turned into a rather pitiful plea:

"Lao Jin, you really can't do this! How about changing it? Any one will do except this one."

Originally, what Zhang Jin did before was just to be dissatisfied with Beigong Shuoyue's arrogance, and he had no intention of coveting his treasure. But now listening to what the two sisters said, it seemed that he could really take something away, so

Zhang Jin, a gun fanatic, started to think carefully while scanning several gun racks around him.

Zhang Jin had no pressure to go somewhere from Beigong Shuoyue, nor was he worried that the favor he owed could not be exchanged.

Although these firearms are rare in the outside world, to a top family like the Beigong family, their value is about the same as a toy from a street stall. Getting some of your favorites can not only bring you closer to each other, but also allow you to obtain

The things you like are good for the Beigong family and yourself.

As for the favor I owed, I can easily pay it back with my medical skills and huge personal value. How can someone's health be important when it comes to external things? How can a gun worth a toy be worth a human life?

Therefore, when Zhang Jin's eyes 'accidentally' glanced at a gun rack after listening to the words of the siblings, his eyes lit up and he asked:

"Really? Any gun will do except this Sandhawk?"

For Beigong Shuoyue, this gold-edition Sand Eagle is indeed his most precious collection. Although some other firearms are also rare, they are not like the limited edition Sand Eagle. After all, there are only 100 of them in the world.

That's all, even with his status as the direct young master of the Beigong family, it is not easy to get a second one.

Therefore, when Beigong Shuoyue listened to Zhang Jin's tone and seemed to want to return his "heart love", he naturally hurriedly nodded his head like a rice chicken, shaking his cheeks and fanning his cheeks.

responded:

"Yes, that's right, except for this golden sand eagle, you can choose the rest as you like!"

Seeing the fat man's cheerful answer, Zhang Jin was a little greedy and raised the bar again:

"I want two handfuls?"

"Okay, no problem!"

The fat man still answered quickly. Just when Zhang Jin wanted to raise the price again, the fat man finally regained his sense and said with a sad face:

"Lao Jin, don't be too greedy! It's not easy for your brother and me to get these treasures..."

This finally stopped Zhang Jin's greed.

Zhang Jin, who had successfully robbed, didn't hesitate, took out the golden desert eagle from his arms, and stuffed it into Beigong Shuoyue's hands.

Then, with Beigong Shuoyue's relieved eyes, Zhang Jin walked towards the gun rack that he had 'accidentally' scanned before.

Zhang Jin first took down a giant pistol that was nearly half a meter long from the lower shelf with a look of joy on his face. Then he picked up a gun that looked less than twenty centimeters long from the upper shelf of the giant pistol.

Another pistol.

"Fat man, I want these two!"

He happily looked back at the two guns that "already belonged to him", Zhang Jin announced his choice in a nonchalant manner, and unilaterally decided on the ownership of the two guns, completely ignoring the fat man's heartache.

Zhang Jin, who is also a gun fan, felt the pain in Bei Gong Shuoyue's body.

With Zhang Jin's sharp eyesight, the two pistols he picked out were naturally not popular, but both were famous brands. They could even be said to be famous!

…………

The smaller, gray rust-colored pistol is called the ‘Giulza 9mm Automatic Pistol’. If this name sounds unfamiliar to you, then he has another famous name – Spotted Viper!
To be continued...