fictionpage Chapter 24 Equipment Update and Upgrade
Chapter 24 Equipment Update and Upgrade
Hans watched the Chinese man pacing back and forth in the kitchen, his eyes scanning the area.
He didn't know what this person was up to, but that didn't stop the panic in his heart from growing wildly like weeds.
"What...what are you going to do? I was wrong, I was wrong, okay? What do you want me to do? I'll do anything!"
Hans' blood kept flowing, and he began to feel dizzy and weak, which were signs of excessive blood loss.
But when he saw Fang Jianqiu stop in front of the chopping board, reach out and pick up a half-foot-long boning knife, and weigh it in his hand a few times, fear once again caused a surge of power within him, like a final burst of energy before death.
"No! No! Don't come any closer!"
Hans let out a piercing scream.
He used both hands and feet, like a fat maggot, to desperately crawl towards the kitchen door, leaving a wide bloodstain on the smooth floor. His silk nightgown was already worn to shreds.
But as soon as he reached the kitchen doorway, a strong hand grabbed his ankle.
"Ah! Help! Help me!"
Fang Jianqiu, expressionless, dragged him back like a dead dog.
Hans's wildly waving arm slammed into the door.
"Bang!"
The kitchen door was closed.
Immediately afterward, Hans's heart-wrenching screams came from behind the door.
"You'll go to hell! I'm an American citizen! The governor won't let you get away with this!"
"Please! I have money! I have a wife and children! Don't kill me! Ah! My hand! My fingers!"
"Kill me! Kill me now! Please!"
.......
Accompanying the screams and the blustering threats was only the sickening sound of a sharp blade piercing flesh...
A short while later, the kitchen door opened again.
Fang Jianqiu walked out carrying a medicine box. His expression remained indifferent, but his once clean clothes and cuffs were now stained with dark red blood, which was still dripping down.
Behind the door, Hans's cries had weakened considerably, turning into intermittent sobs and groans, like the mournful howls of a wild beast on the verge of death, sending chills down one's spine.
"Go to the second floor and see if there's anything else we can use."
Fang Jianqiu looked at the bloodstains on his hands, picked up a white tablecloth from the table, carefully wiped it clean, and then threw it on the ground.
He carried his medicine box and walked upstairs.
Fang Jianqiu first went to the two rooms he hadn't entered before. They were two guest rooms, luxuriously furnished, but there wasn't anything of value that he could take with him.
He casually grabbed a handful of ornaments that looked like gold or gemstones, and without even looking at them closely, threw them directly into the gap in the medicine box.
Take these things with you; you might be able to exchange them for some money later.
Then, he walked into a room that looked like a bedroom.
Open the huge wardrobe, and you'll find it filled with all sorts of expensive clothes.
Fang Jianqiu thought of Xiao Lin, who still had a fever, and that child needed to be kept warm.
He rummaged through the closet and took out two heavy winter coats.
This is a typical British wool coat, dark gray with a black mink trim around the collar, and it feels thick and soft to the touch.
This coat is so big that it could completely wrap up the frail Xiaolin and be used as a blanket.
Fang Jianqiu folded his coat neatly, placed it on top of the medicine box, and carried it with one hand.
I returned to that office.
Fang Jianqiu began to open the drawers and cabinets one by one.
He didn't even glance at anything that was locked; he didn't have time to pick the locks, and he wasn't really there to rob anyone.
In an unlocked drawer, he found a heavy little cloth bag.
Upon opening it, one finds more than a dozen gleaming double eagle coins inside.
Each gold coin is engraved with a beautiful image of the Statue of Liberty and a double-headed eagle, its weight giving a sense of security. These coins alone were worth over two hundred dollars in this era, enough for an average family to live on for several years.
"This is a good harvest."
Fang Jianqiu unceremoniously stuffed them into his pocket.
At this moment, he arrived at the extremely spacious desk.
The Grinner double-barreled shotgun that Hans had left behind was still lying on the ground.
Fang Jianqiu bent down and picked it up.
With his expertise in firearms, the moment his fingertips touched the cold barrel of the gun, information about it appeared in his mind.
This is a high-end weapon from the UK. Its unique transverse breech mechanism allows it to withstand extremely high chamber pressures, which is why this gun can safely fire smokeless powder shot.
Most double-barreled shotguns of the same era were at risk of exploding if they were loaded with even a little too much gunpowder.
"nice one!"
Fang Jianqiu gently stroked the exquisite carvings on the gun, finding the delicate texture irresistible.
He took the ordinary double-barreled shotgun off his back and threw it aside, replacing it with the Grena.
This gun can use not only powerful smokeless shotgun shells, but also black powder shotgun shells, so there is no need to worry about ammunition shortages.
Immediately afterwards, Fang Jianqiu opened the large drawer in the middle of his desk.
The scene that caught his eye made him light up.
A huge revolver lay quietly on a red velvet lining.
This is a Colt Navy model revolver, but it has clearly undergone extensive customization and modification.
Fang Jianqiu reached out and picked it up. It was extremely heavy, almost like holding a brick of iron. An ordinary person would probably need both hands to hold it steadily.
Its barrel is longer than the standard model, and it is equipped with a counterweight, making it look particularly robust and fierce.
The original percussion cap-fired cylinder has been replaced with a new type of cylinder that can fire fixed metal ammunition.
This means that it not only possesses the rugged beauty of an old-fashioned revolver, but also the convenience and power of a new weapon, making it both stylish and powerful.
Fang Jianqiu turned the dial with obvious delight.
"Click..."
The sound of the rotating wheel is crisp and melodious, like the ticking of a precision clock, exuding a mechanical beauty.
In the corner of the drawer, Fang Jianqiu also found four neatly arranged boxes of ammunition.
Two of the boxes contained smokeless deer pellets specifically designed for the Grena shotgun, 24 rounds per box, for a total of 48 rounds. The red cardboard cartridges were printed with a gold lion logo, clearly indicating they were high-end products.
The other two boxes contain ammunition specifically designed for this heavy revolver.
There were 72 brass bullets, each about the thickness of a little finger, with a cold gleam on their tips. A line of small characters was engraved around the primer, indicating that they were filled with smokeless powder.
Just by looking at the size of the bullet and the amount of propellant, you can tell its power is considerable. Add to that the added power of the "Bright Sword" weapon, and one shot is enough to kill anyone who doesn't...
Finally, at the very back of the drawer, there was a sheathed light cavalry saber and a finely crafted leather bullet pouch.
The ammunition pouch was large enough to hold the four boxes of ammunition.
Fang Jianqiu immediately got to work, putting on all the equipment one by one, which was a major upgrade.
He carried the two Winchester rifles crossed on his back, while the Grenadier shotgun was hung in front of him for easy access.
The belt around his waist originally held only two Colt revolvers, but now it has an extra big one.
The heavy revolver was mounted on the right side in the most convenient position.
Even the Colt looks quite small compared to it.
The light cavalry's saber was hung on the left side of their waist, with the hilt facing backward for easy drawing.
Dressed in full gear, Fang Jianqiu exuded a chilling and murderous aura.
He picked up the box of heavy revolver bullets and began loading them.
His fingers deftly picked up brass bullets and precisely inserted them into the cylinder of the revolver.
"Click, click..."
Every soft sound was full of power.
With all six rounds loaded, Fang Jianqiu flicked his wrist, sending the reel back into place with a crisp click.
"Perfect."
Fang Jianqiu didn't linger. He slung the medicine box full of medicine over his shoulder, grabbed the two thick coats in his other hand, and strode down the stairs.
When he passed by the kitchen again, he could still hear some noises coming from inside.
It was a very faint twitching sound, interspersed with gurgling sounds from the throat, like the last gasp of a broken bellows.
The calls had almost ceased.
Fang Jianqiu did not stop walking, nor did he even turn his head to look at the tightly closed door again.
Without hesitation, he walked out of the mansion's gate, crossed the messy lawn, and headed straight for the stable in the backyard.