In the room, the little girl Lu Xinda didn't notice the looks in Xia Shushi's and Ji Ma's eyes. She pointed at the submachine gun in the suitcase and said, "But the gun I saw was painted with green camouflage paint."
Having said this, Lu Xinda looked up at Xia Shushi again, pointed at the Ithaca 37 trench shotgun that was still in his hand, and said, "And there is also such a shotgun."
"Where are they now?" Wei Ran asked before anyone could speak.
“At home in Lae”
Lu Xinda said with certainty, "Ever since Iger almost got into trouble with that submachine gun, Chris' father took him into the attic, and even the entrance to the attic was sealed and the stairs were demolished."
Hearing this, Wei Ran thought for a while but then changed his greeting into Russian and said, "Well, everyone just arrived today. Let's settle down and have a good rest for the day."
In fact, the girls who came with him had already started to allocate their own rooms without him having to say hello.
I have to admit that although this wooden house looks a bit old from the outside, every room is in very good condition. Not only are they equipped with air conditioners, but even the bedding seems to have been replaced with new ones.
"Victor, where are the bikinis and the beach we promised?" Jima asked dissatisfiedly until now. Those things were all promised to him by Wei Ran.
"We just arrived, there's no rush."
Wei Ran waved his hand, "Compared to this, you should contact Greva as soon as possible and ask him to ask Egger to help pick up something."
"What?" Ji Ma asked immediately.
After briefly recounting the suitcase and weapons in the attic that Lu Xinda mentioned just now, and reminding the woman named Wan Qiu to help deliver them as quickly as possible through legal routes, Wei Ran picked up the luggage just now
The Ithaca 37 trench shotgun that Xia Shushi has been playing with.
After this inspection, he found a lot of interesting things.
Like most American trench guns during World War II, this shotgun uses a 20-inch barrel and comes with the iconic steel anti-scald heat shield and bayonet holder.
However, the magazine of the trench gun in hand is not the original 4-round magazine, but a 5-round magazine that is completely linked to the bayonet seat.
In addition to this obvious small modification, there is also a metal ammunition clip holding 6 copper-cased shotguns fixed on the right side of the receiver of this trench gun.
"Tang Translation"
Wei Ran called out to Translator Tang, who was still busy helping everyone move their luggage, "I have a question that I need you to answer."
"Mr. Wei, please speak," Translator Tang immediately stopped what he was doing and asked.
"When did Mr. Simpson's father die?" Wei Ran asked.
"It was about four years ago."
Translator Tang explained, "Before he passed away, he had been living in this house. He was an old man who liked liveliness very much. At that time, I came to Australia to study and found a job on this farm. My job at the time was to take care of Karan.
gentlemen."
"What hobbies did Mr. Karan have?" Wei Ran thought for a while and added, "Why did he pass away?"
"I liked target shooting, and it was at the small shooting range at the foot of the mountain outside. He walked away very peacefully. He even maintained the shotgun in your hand the night before he died. By the next day, he would no longer have any I woke up."
Translator Tang paused and continued, "But I have never seen him use this shotgun. Of course, I have never seen him use the submachine gun in the suitcase. In fact, he never allowed anyone to touch his guns. .”
"What weapon does he usually use for target shooting?" Xia Shushi came up and asked.
"There"
Translator Tang pointed to a locked door on the first floor, "The guns he used for target shooting are all stored there."
As he spoke, Translator Tang took out a bunch of keys from his pocket and opened the padlock on the door.
As the solid wood door was opened, Wei Ran, Ji Ma, and Xia Shushi couldn't help but open their mouths slightly.
The space behind this door is really not big, only two square meters in total, and there are no windows.
But there are rows of solid wood gun racks against the walls on both sides of the room, and there is a wooden shelf right in front.
On the gun racks on both sides, there are also various old weapons. There are Enfields, Owen submachine guns that are still placed in the suitcases outside, and Ithaca 37 shotguns. The only difference is this one It's not just a trench gun.
In addition, there are also classics such as Remington 870, as well as m1 Garand, m1 carbine and even a few old-fashioned double-barreled shotguns that are not cheap because of their engravings.
Of course, there are a lot of handguns here. On the gun rack on the right side closest to the door, there are several small shotguns with scopes and using .22 bullets and several air guns that fire lead bullets.
"These guns were Mr. Karan's favorite guns during his lifetime."
Tang Translator pointed to the several shotguns and air guns that fired .22 bullets and said, "He likes to shoot the rabbits and mice that can be found almost everywhere on the farm on the bedroom balcony on the second floor. Occasionally, he will also invite resting cowboys to compete. The winner gets a day of paid vacation."
“What a lively old man”
As he spoke, Wei Ran handed over the trench gun he was still carrying to Ji Ma behind him to help hold it. He walked into the small firearms warehouse and walked along the less than one meter wide passage between the two rows of shelves. After taking two steps, I came to the wooden shelf facing the door.
There is nothing else on this shelf. The upper layers are full of bullets of various calibers. In the middle are various cartridge cases, gunpowder and bullet heads. The lower layers are some firearm cleaning tools and gun oil, as well as supplies. High-pressure gas bottles for airguns and the like.
Stepping on a wooden box containing bags of empty bullet casings that had obviously been stored for a long time, Wei Ran rummaged through the shelves and found boxes after boxes on the top shelf, dated between 1955 and 1960. , 12-gauge copper-cased shotgun produced by several different companies.
"Come here and do me a favor"
Wei Ran called Tang Translator in and took out all the unpacked 12-gauge copper-cased shotguns on the shelf.
They had just finished their troubles when a few cowboys drove a pickup truck and delivered what was definitely a sumptuous dinner.
Under the watchful eyes of everyone, dishes of Australian specialties were served to the long table on the first floor by several cowboys and translator Tang.
"Because Mr. Simpson and his family are currently busy with business in China, I can only entertain you on behalf of Mr. Simpson. I hope you don't mind."
As Translator Tang spoke, he poured everyone a glass of wine that was said to be brewed by the farm, and also introduced the dishes one by one.
In addition to the meat pies that can be seen everywhere in Australia, the meals on this table also include fried medium-rare kangaroo meat and fresh oysters paired only with lemon.
Of course, in addition to these, the girls are more satisfied with the king crab and South Australian lobster, as well as the steak that is said to be freshly killed in the morning and the grilled lamb chops and lamb legs.
Compared with such a sumptuous dinner, Translator Tang only drank a glass of wine with everyone, and then left the table knowingly, leaving room for everyone to talk.
"Mr. Simpson is warm and generous," Wei Ran said with a smile.
"I guess they're afraid that we'll leave the problem alone," Xia Shushi said with a smile.
"Compared with your business, where should we go to play in the next few days?"
While Suisui was speaking, she had already poked a piece of kangaroo meat with a fork and took a hard bite. Then she frowned and let go of her mouth, giving the piece of meat with teeth marks directly to Wei Ran, "This is delicious.
I'll trade it for your king crab."
"Thank you so much"
Wei Ran let the girl pull away the king crab in front of him, grabbed the fork that was still poking at the piece of meat, and took a bite on the piece of kangaroo meat, and then he let go because of the indescribable special taste.
Mouth.
Seeing everyone, especially Jima, looking at him eagerly, Wei Ran thought for a while and said in Russian, "It will be Christmas in Australia in a few days. Soseki and I will try to finish our work before Christmas and then return to Brisbane."
Find a beach and have fun for a few days.”
Before Jima, who was already smiling, could say something, Wei Ran spoke again, "Anfisa, you have to help us these two days. Jima, you are responsible for keeping an eye on Greva and urging him to let Egg go as soon as possible."
Find the suitcase and the shotgun and bring them over."
"No problem" Anfisa and Jima responded in unison.
"Before Christmas, you will have to stay at Mr. Simpson's farm for a few days." Wei Ran said apologetically to the girls headed by Suisui.
"I wouldn't mind staying here for a while if I had this every day."
As Maya spoke, she, like Suisui, poked the lobster meat with a fork and stuffed it into her mouth without any table etiquette.
“You’re right”
Lola, whose mouth was already full of food, vaguely agreed. At the same time, she did not forget to pinch an oyster filled with lemon juice and the oyster held by Lu Xinda, who was only one or two years younger than her.
He touched it lightly and then ate it in one bite.
"If the food is like this tomorrow, I would also like to keep it for a few more days." Jima said, having almost finished his portion of kangaroo meat. "What kind of meat is this? It tastes really good."
Before he finished speaking, Xia Shushi and Wei Ran poked up their untouched portions of kangaroo meat and placed it on his plate.
After a lively and sumptuous dinner, Wei Ran asked Shang Ji Ma to help after taking a short rest. The two of them unpacked the copper-cased shotguns they had dug out before the meal, and each took out one and the one still in the sealed box.
The two bullet casings in the bag were compared.
Unfortunately, at least according to the current production information, the two bullet casings brought back from Kobe do not belong to any of the copper-cased bullets found here.
In this case, Wei Ran simply said hello to Translator Tang, and the three of them brought the copper-cased shotguns they had just compared with the Ithaca 37 shotgun found in the room, as well as a few selected from the storage room.
A period-correct 12-gauge shotgun arrives at the range.
The shooting range at the foot of the mountain is not big, and the farthest target is only about 50 meters away. These targets are also steel targets spray-painted in various colors and some domestic garbage such as broken pots, bowls, and buckets.
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After some preparation, the three of them loaded four bullets into the shotguns in their hands, each selected the target and pulled the trigger.
For a time, gunshots were heard in the open space, and more and more cowboys were watching the excitement around.
Obviously, the goal of the three of them was not to hit the target at all. Instead, every time they changed bullets, they were very careful to drop the empty cartridge cases on the table. After the temperature dropped, they immediately loaded them into categories.
In a waterproof sealed bag, with the corresponding gun model written on it.
It took less than 10 minutes to complete the test firing of all the selected shotguns. Bags of marked shells were also put into the bag by Anfisa, along with the two pieces that Wei Ran found from the Japanese.
A bullet casing, still in a vacuum bag, was brought into her and her sister's room.
To Weiran's expectation, in less than five minutes, Anfisa made a new discovery.
"I haven't started comparing the bullet casing marks yet, but I found something new inside the bullet casing."
As Anfisa spoke, she had already sat across from Wei Ran and Xia Shushi. Then she placed the opened sealed bag on the table, took out the two copper shells of No. 12 shotguns from it, and then took out one of the shells.
Pull out a pack of desiccant.
What Weiran didn't expect was that after the bag of desiccant was taken away, Anfisa used the tweezers in her hand to pull out a ball of dark absorbent cotton, and then poured out the shotshell shell.
Two bullet casings of 9mm handkerchief bullets and a slightly deformed bullet head were found!
"9mm Parcel"
Anfisa picked up the bullet with tweezers and said, "Boss, you may need to test-fire all 9mm pistols. Of course, there is also the Owen submachine gun. If I remember correctly, it uses
It’s also a 9 mm paris bullet.”
Hearing this, the three of them, Wei Ran, looked at each other, stood up and walked to the storage room not far away.