The City of Terror Chapter 98: 、 Leg hair gun

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"Huh? Yes, but this new gun is not very smooth. I have a few big guns in my hometown. Next time I go back, I will take you to pick one."

Cheng Biwu thought Wei Xiaobei wanted to customize a big gun, so he smiled and replied.

Wei Xiaobei didn't talk much anymore. He stretched his hand to take off his clothes, and the leg hair wrapped around his waist caught Cheng Biwu's attention.

"This is?"

Without waiting for Cheng Biwu to ask out, Wei Xiaobei turned around and changed his direction. He gently pulled the tip of the leg hair with his right hand. As the shackles disappeared, the leg hair flicked away by itself. The sound bounced from Wei Xiaobei's waist, then hit his waist against a row of weapon racks, knocked the weapons on the weapon rack down, and finally bounced a few times on the rubber floor before stopping.

To be honest, in the scene just now, Cheng Biwu was almost stupid, and thought it was a rubber rod with excellent elasticity.

But I want to come, Wei Xiaobei is not the kind of person who likes to joke. Cheng Biwu rushed over and took the leg hair in his hand.

As soon as he started, Cheng Biwu knew that this was definitely not the rubber stick he had imagined.

Starting with smooth, extremely flexible, both hands sway hard, good toughness.

Cheng Biwu could n’t help but shine, and turned to Wei Xiaobei and asked, "This is the material you are going to use to make the gun barrel?"

Wei Xiaobei nodded and said a little more: "I picked it up outside."

Who wants to know, Cheng Biwu's next sentence almost made Wei Xiaobei spit out old blood: "Can you still find it?"

"That's the root." Wei Xiaobei's heart is bitter, and Master seems to have taken a look at this leg hair?

I think it ’s also true. It ’s hard for outsiders to imagine martial arts people ’s love for good weapons. Even if Master gave birth to this heart, it is normal.

Cheng Biwu glared at Wei Xiaobei, but he did n’t ask much. Anyway, Wei Xiaobei had some mysterious secrets during this time. Where did Cheng Biwu have any thoughts to ask other things at this time.

"If this thing is used to make a gun barrel, it may be more than several times better than the wax rod."

After Cheng Biwu shook his leg hair a few times, he walked toward the back of the hall with his leg hair, and Wei Xiaobei naturally followed.

The residences of Cheng Biwu and Wei Xiaobei and others are located behind the hall. There is a small warehouse inside.

Cheng Biwu asked Liu Jiancheng to open the warehouse door, turn on the lights, and a group of people entered.

This is the first time Wei Xiaobei has entered this warehouse, but he was a little curious.

There are a lot of things in this warehouse, broken weapons, unformed weapon prototypes, wooden sticks, flags, and some machines.

It can be seen that even Yao Wu rarely visits here.

However, the frequency of use here is too low. If there is no weapon damage, it is generally not used here.

Cheng Biwu threw leg hair on a wooden table, then found a tape measure, measured the length of the leg hair, and let Wei Xiaobei spread his hands, using a tape measure to move Wei Xiaobei back and forth, height Arms, thighs, etc. were counted again.

After that, Cheng Biwu stared at the ceiling again with his eyes, as if thinking of something in his heart.

Wei Xiaobei and others did not dare to disturb Master, and stood aside to stun Master.

It did n’t take long for Cheng Biwu to seem to be okay. Then he dipped a yellow paint with a brush and drew a draft of the gun head on a piece of white paper. Then he made several marks on the leg hair.

"Well, this is right."

Cheng Biwu looked at the leg hair and nodded, then dragged the leg hair to a cutting machine and fixed it on the cutting machine. For safety, he also asked Wei Xiaobei to press the leg hair tightly. The left hand grabbed the other end, the right hand turned on the power of the cutting machine, and pressed the high-speed rotating grinding wheel toward the leg hair.

As for Yao Wu who was sent to make tea, Liu Jiancheng went to make a gun head with a grinder according to Cheng Biwu's arrangement.

Wei Xiaobei wanted to use the white fog knife to make the gun head, but the white fog knife could corrode other things a little too eye-catching. Besides, Wei Xiaobei looked at the draft gun head drawn by Cheng Biwu, just The length is more than one foot, and the length of the white fog knife is a little shorter than the dagger, which is really not suitable.

So after a moment of hesitation, Wei Xiaobei did not speak much.

Woo, woo, the wheel slowly pressed against the leg hair, and then made a noisy sound.

The fixtures on the cutting machine were about to be freed by leg hair, and Wei Xiaobei had to press it firmly.

After cutting for a while, Cheng Biwu stopped the cutting machine and looked down at the cutting situation.

Wei Xiaobei also saw it on the side. After cutting for less than half a minute, a light white mark was left on the leg hair.

Cheng Biwu could not help but scratched his head, wondering: "Is this thing too strong?"

Seeing Master wonder, Wei Xiaobei only smiled pleased. To be honest, he was also quite surprised.

Although this cutting machine is not a special model in the factory, cutting steel bars and iron plates is a trivial matter, and it consumes at most the grinding wheel.

But the leg hair of the Longbo People is a little scary, and the grinding wheel was cut on it for more than half a minute, leaving a white mark.

Cheng Biwu stretched his hand and slid a few times back and forth on the white seal, relieved. Fortunately, this white seal felt a bit of rubbing his hands, it seems that the cutting machine is still useful.

"Master?" Wei Xiaobei asked Cheng Biwu for a long time without moving.

"It's okay, let's continue."

Ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo, the sound of the night sky once again broke through the silence of the night sky, which caused some protests from the neighbors.

Yao Wu, who came with a few teacups, closed the door.

Although that warehouse door may not be able to block much noise, at least those neighbors did not protest anymore.

Wow!

After cutting for a few minutes, suddenly, there was a brittle sound, and the grinding wheel that had been rubbing fast to redness burst, and a large piece of debris was shot out, and then inserted into the wall more than an inch.

"Master, shall we change the way?"

Wei Xiaobei was taken aback.

"No." Cheng Biwu is not the kind of person who is easy to give up. He changed the grinding wheel, and the humming dry again.

Wow! It didn't take long for the newly replaced grinding wheel to collapse again.

Cheng Biwu touched the white mark, and after the two grinding wheels broke down in succession, the white mark was a bit deeper, but according to this progress, all five grinding wheels in the warehouse collapsed, and I ’m afraid there is no way Cut this thing off.

Thinking about it, Cheng Biwu brought two steel cylinders, one was milky white, marked with acetylene, and the other was yellow, marked with industrial oxygen.

After installing the dual-channel nozzle, unscrew the switch, use a lighter to exhale, and a bright and pure white flame burst out of the nozzle.

Cheng Biwu adjusted the size, and put the flame outside the flame on the white mark of the leg hair.