Seeing Owens getting into the car and speeding away, Xu Chuan smiled happily and decided to go over and watch the Terminator fight the devil Satan. Such an exciting show is not common.
"Take me in and have a look around." Xu Chuan put his arm around Ding Ken's shoulders. He was still quite curious about this museum. Although it wasn't the opening time yet, Ding Ken still agreed. If Xu Chuan hadn't reacted quickly enough, he would have been there just now.
Someone should have been killed in front of a museum that was not yet open for business, and he was a police officer, and more importantly, the murder weapon was a gun in his own name.
Although it looks shabby, it is well-equipped inside. There are several tall shelves with wooden structures in the warehouse. There are piles of ammunition boxes stacked below. Xu Chuan opened a few and looked at them, but they were all empty. Several display racks
There are various types of guns on display, from the Civil War to World War II, to modern guns, and even medieval European armor and long swords. Near the gate is an 88-meter cannon from the Second World War.
This thing is rare. Xu Chuan ran over. It was no more exciting than the M500. Then he found that the breech block was broken. He shook his head in disappointment and picked up an M1917 next to him. "Where did you find this garbage?"
, Xu Chuan could finally see that most of the places here were just junk.
Walking inside, there was a row of Mauser 98 rifles on a shelf, ranging from G98, 98a, 98b to standard models, and then to the famous Kar.98k. Of course, there was not that very popular game at this time, and 98K was still available.
It is not a general term for all bolt-action rifles.
Kar.98k short carbine, the uppercase K stands for carbine, and the lowercase k is the German kurz, meaning 'short', which means it is shorter than the 98b carbine, so this rifle with a total length of 110CM is also called
It is a short carbine. Of course, according to German strictness, please be case-sensitive.
Xu Chuan picked one up and looked at it in his hand. It was obviously a product of simplified production technology after 44 years. The aluminum barrel didn't even have rifling. Ding Ken followed behind and looked at Xu Chuan's disgusted expression, "Good stuff.
You can't put it here." Everyone in the town was very polite to Xu Chuan, an Asian, which is rare in the south where racial discrimination is common.
Of course it's not because he bought the mayor's house, but because the gangsters who once caused trouble are still alive and dead. Without corpses, the police can only file a missing case. In this border town with simple folk customs, although everyone
They are not very wealthy, but they have first-class eyesight.
Dinken ran into his house, took out a gun box, and opened the lid as if to offer a treasure. Inside was a 98k sniper model produced in 1939, and its dedicated Zeiss ZF39 4.2x scope.
Xu Chuan took it. It was indeed well maintained, but the butt of the gun was a little worn. "Is this right?" Xu Chuan pulled the bolt and tried it. It was absolutely silky and smooth.
He put down the gun and turned around twice, and pulled out a long sword next to a set of armor. Excalibur was engraved on the bright sword, "Haha, this shape will make my king cry."
Owens returned to the police station. In addition to the two previous police officers, there was also a female police officer who was arguing with the prisoner. This is the current configuration of the Shanmerton Police Station. "Chief, aren't you on vacation today?"
Looking at the few weaklings under his command, Owens finally understood that this was just a small police station, not the special forces he had served in, nor the Drug Enforcement Administration where he had worked. Except for the pistols and several pistols that a few people carried.
Only Remington shotguns and no other automatic weapons. After all, there aren't many cases here all year round.
"Sarah, contact the surrounding farms and ask them to be careful. There may be a group of illegal armed men operating nearby. If there are any problems, report them immediately." Owens decided that it would be more reliable to be patient, "Jerry and Mike Figuerola.
Look around the area to see if there are any unfamiliar faces, and don't conflict with them." There was no way to ask the state police for help now, after all, nothing happened yet.
Of course, nothing happened. Boulier looked at the corpse on the ground, patted his dusty suit, and said, "If you don't drink a toast, you'll have to drink as a fine." What they want to do is behind this farm, but no matter how much they give,
Money, this old man just won’t let go.
"Chief, what should we do with Parsons? That old stubborn man doesn't have a phone number." Sara called all the farmers' numbers except the last one.
"I forgot about this, I'm going to go there myself." Owens changed into his police uniform and put his Colt Mk IV Series 80 into the holster.
Parsons' farm is in the southernmost part of the town. It grows corn and raises dairy cows, supplying most of the town's dairy products. Passing through his farm is the closest place to Mexico in Mountain Merton, where a canyon separates
The closest point between the United States and Mexico is only 20 meters. Boullier asked his men to unload the equipment from the truck, and they wanted to build a bridge here.
Brill has been doing this business for almost 20 years. He is still alive now because he has real skills. Except for the construction personnel, everyone else dispersed and arranged security posts according to the terrain. If they were not all strangers,
He will definitely let people keep an eye on the police station in the town, even though there are only four police officers there.
Xu Chuan and Dinken lay down on a hillside on the west side of the cliff, holding a telescope wrapped in gauze. Without a professional light-shielding net, they had to make do, and watched Boulier's men working in full swing below.
"Bell, what are they doing?" Dinken was not nervous at all, but very excited.
"How do I know? It's not a good thing anyway." Xu Chuan did know the plot. Gabriel Cortez ran away under the escort of FBI and HRT, and then changed to a supercar and prepared to cross the canyon from here.
He never understood, why not rent a plane and park it nearby, and fly directly to it when the people arrive? Who can react when flying at a low altitude and at such a close distance, so these guys are definitely not helping the boss like in the plot.