Half an hour later, they appeared in a quiet alley near the center of the city. It would have only taken 20 minutes by public carriage, but unfortunately they were unlucky enough to catch up with off work.
"It's really impressive that even a carriage can be blocked." Lawrence complained about traffic jams, a big city problem that could not be improved even in another world, and then swallowed the remaining hot dog in his hand.
On the way, Lawrence found that there were three or four mobile vendors selling various foods next to each carriage stop. This hot dog was bought at the stop when he got off the bus.
"Gunpowder Street, if you want to buy a gun in Eagle Fort, this is the best place." Edward also swallowed the sandwich he bought before, and then motioned to Lawrence: "Come with me, I know
There is a store that my father often goes to."
Different from the central commercial street I just passed by, the lights of the shops on this street are darker, and the number of shops is not that many. The most important thing is that they do not have windows for displaying goods. But through the open door, you can
I saw all kinds of firearms hanging on the walls in the store.
The White Eagle Federation does not ban guns, and any adult citizen has the right to purchase guns. However, if you do not apply for a special gun license, the firearms that ordinary people can purchase are limited to pistols and smoothbore rifles.
"Okay, we're here." Just as Lawrence was thinking about these things, Edward, who was leading the way, stopped. "This is the Black Iron Weapon."
Lawrence raised his head and found that this store was no different from other stores on this street: there were also large advertising murals related to firearms painted on the wall, and a small door was open. On the door was a small piece of
The iron plate has the name Black Iron Weapons written on it in white paint.
"Welcome, children." A man who was only as tall as Lawrence's chest, with a burly build and a thick beard hanging down to his belt came over to welcome him, "Welcome to Black Iron Weapons, you can buy what you like here.
Weapons, I guarantee that their quality is excellent enough."
"It's actually a gun shop run by a dwarf." Lawrence immediately recognized the race of the man in front of him. No wonder Edward had just vowed along the way that this was the best gun shop on this street.
The hometown of the dwarves is several countries located in the vast mountains in the northern and central parts of the Old World. However, after the Age of Exploration began, some dwarves left their hometowns with humans to go to the New World. And this dwarf now is probably the same dwarf back then.
Descendants of a group of dwarven pioneers.
Like the legends Lawrence had heard in his previous life, dwarves were good at making all kinds of metal items. For example, two of the five famous firearms brands in the New World were founded by dwarves.
"Little Edward, what's wrong with you?" After recognizing Edward, the dwarf uncle looked at his arm hanging on his chest and asked with concern. "Who would actually attack you?"
"I don't know either, Uncle Rick." Edward showed a helpless expression, "Maybe it has something to do with someone not following the rules in my previous competition."
"It's simply too abominable." The dwarf named Rick said angrily, "If I catch such a troublemaker, I will definitely use my fists to tell him what he shouldn't do."
After saying that, he glanced at Lawrence and asked, "Are you Edward's friend? Are you here to buy a gun?"
"Yes." Lawrence raised the brim of his hat slightly to reveal the bandage on his head. "Edward and I participated in the same competition and were attacked on the same day. So I want to buy some weapons for self-defense now."
"It's a good idea. A man should fight back against the enemy's conspiracy face to face." The dwarf Rick patted Lawrence's forearm approvingly and asked, "By the way, have you ever used a gun before?"
"Used." Lawrence nodded. "My hometown is a small town along the Continental Railway. There are goblins in that place every year, so I learned how to use guns to protect myself when I was eleven or twelve years old. Only
But in the past, we have always used muzzle-loading flash-hatch rifles and revolvers loaded with flax-cased bullets.”
"It's good to have experience." The dwarf nodded and led them towards the big counter, "But I recommend firearms that use metal shell ammunition. They are more convenient and safer to use. It's just that the bullets are longer than those in the past.
They are more expensive, and because they have only become popular in the past two years, it may not be easy to replenish ammunition in small places.”
At this point, the dwarf opened a board and came behind the counter, then turned around and said to Lawrence. "Of course, if you want older models of guns and ammunition, I also have them here. And the quality is guaranteed to be good."
"It's okay, we have to use a gun with new ammunition." Lawrence immediately made his choice. As a pseudo-military fan in his previous life, he didn't know that those old firearms would be eliminated sooner or later. Weapons using metal bullet cases represent the future.
direction.
"Do you want a rifle or a pistol?" Dwarf Rick asked after opening the cabinet door and bending down.
"pistol."
"Then look at this," Rick took out a pine box from the counter and opened it. "The latest product launched by Volcano Company, the 'Lightning' double-action revolver. She only weighs three pounds, but can fire six shots at a time.
45 integrated smokeless powder large-caliber bullet, and the 5.5-inch barrel also gives her very good accuracy. In short, I think this is a great pistol."
"Uncle Rick has done in-depth research on firearms. If you don't have a clear goal, I personally suggest that you adopt his advice. At least everyone agrees that his opinions in this area are very professional." Edward whispered to him.
Lawrence said.
Lawrence stepped forward and looked at the pistol in the box. It was somewhat different from the pistols he had seen in his previous life: it was a pistol made purely of wood and steel, and the various components fit together perfectly. The metal surface was covered with beautiful roasted blue.
, the black walnut handle is also engraved with detailed anti-slip patterns and an erupting volcano logo. In short, this gun looks like a work of art, but it also exudes a trace of murderous aura.
"This gun is very good, but can you let me test fire it?"
"Of course." Rick picked up the pistol from the box, then took out a box of bullets from a drawer behind him and led Lawrence and the others towards the underground shooting range.
The downward passage was hidden behind a cabinet in the store. After pulling the switch and moving the cabinet, the three of them walked down the stone steps step by step, relying on the light of the iron oil lamp hanging from the ceiling.
"Isn't the gas lamp like the one on the road brighter? Why are oil lamps still used here?" When going down the stairs, Lawrence almost missed his step because of the shadow, but luckily he held on to the wall next to him.
"Little guy, I also want to use gas lamps." The dwarf walking in front said. "But what will be the consequences of using this kind of flammable gas in a confined space? We dwarves have learned enough lessons when they were mining before. I don't want to
I hope one day I wake up and the whole store is gone.”
"So that's it!" Lawrence finally figured out why he had only seen gas lamps in relatively empty places like classrooms or on the roadside.
"Okay, we're here." They didn't go far when they heard Rick, who was leading the way, shout. Sure enough, after walking down three or four steps, Lawrence felt like he was on a flat ground.
"Welcome to the joint shooting range, where all the test firings on this street are conducted." Rick said after opening the door, and then a burst of gunfire rushed out from the door, drowning out their conversation.