Rebirth of the Flying Era

Chapter 25: pistol

Chapter 25 Pistols

Just now, Du Fei's vision followed Xiao Wu in, and he saw that the corner of the wall was frozen into lumps, so it's not hard to guess that there are many people here.

This is why Du Fei rushed over immediately after he discovered the wall.

If you don't come over when it's dark, at dawn tomorrow, the big hole that was hit by the dog's head may be discovered by others.

When he came here, Du Fei walked in directly and generously. Even if someone saw him, he would only think that he was anxious and would not think elsewhere.

Instead, he was cautious, sneaky, and even more suspicious.

This is just a small courtyard once you enter. As soon as Du Fei entered the gate, he saw Xiao Wu squatting in the cluttered courtyard.

Behind it, more than a dozen wild cats of various colors, imitating Xiaowu, raised their chests and squatted on the ground.

Du Fei couldn't help crying and laughing when he saw this.

Fortunately, they can't speak. If these cats can speak, they have to hold flowers in their hands and shout for a while, welcome and warm welcome!

Seeing Du Fei, Xiao Wu let out a triumphant "meow", looking at its bear color, as if to say, look at me, this row of noodles is not good.

Du Fei was too lazy to deal with this stuff. He was worried about what was in the wall, so he hurried over, took out his flashlight, and took a picture of it in the hole in the wall.

The gap in the wall was not very big, and it was immediately illuminated.

The first thing I saw was the thing wrapped in newspaper.

Du Fei reached out to take it, and suddenly felt that the weight was not light.

"Is there a gold bar inside?" Du Fei's eyes lit up, and he pulled it out with all his strength, but he didn't rush to check it now, and threw it directly into the portable space.

took the flashlight and continued to look into the mezzanine to see if there was anything else.

Originally, Du Fei didn't have much hope, but he just confirmed that there were no omissions.

However, as the flashlight beam shone in, a faint metal reflection flashed under the wall!

Because it was at the bottom of the mezzanine, Du Fei couldn't reach it with his arms fully extended.

He simply took out the shovel, and it was a violent output against the rotten wall.

After going down for about ten years, he followed the big hole and took apart the small half of the wall.

Immediately, a cloud of dust rolled up.

Fortunately, the wind was heavy and snowy tonight, and it was outside. Although there was a lot of dust, it was quickly blown away.

Du Fei took the shovel and pulled apart the broken bricks, finally finding the reflective object.

"Fuck~" His heart froze, and he stretched out his hand to pick up the dusty iron guy.

Du Fei's knowledge of firearms is limited, so he can't see what the name and origin of this pistol is.

Before this, the only time I touched a real gun was in military training at a university, and I was also shooting an old-fashioned semi-automatic rifle.

Holding a pistol for the first time in his life made Du Fei's heart beat "bang bang bang"

At the same time, he also realized that the discovery this time was probably not that simple, so he didn't dare to stay here any longer, so he hurriedly put away the pistol and left the yard as quickly as possible.

At this time, half an inch of snow fell on the ground.

But the temperature is not low enough, and it melts quickly.

Du Fei frowned, thinking to himself, what is the origin of the owner of the small courtyard?

But the more I think about it, the more chaotic, there is no clue at all.

It was originally just a temporary treasure hunt, but with the appearance of that pistol, the nature completely changed.

This made Du Fei's mind unable to help but see the **** plots of many spy war dramas.

Could it be that the former resident in that yard was a lurking enemy agent?

Thinking of this possibility, Du Fei couldn't help feeling chills down his back and quickened his pace again, but he kept an eye on it, instead of running straight home, he went around to other alleys. He asked Xiao Wu to follow him far behind, and after turning around for more than half an hour, he made sure that no one was following him before returning to the courtyard.

Du Fei just entered the gate when he heard the head of the third master in the front yard. For some unknown reason, Yan Tiecheng and his wife were quarreling again.

Aunt Chen and Aunt Li in the backyard, who lived opposite, were in high spirits, braved the cold, stood in the aisle not far from the window, and listened to what was going on inside. Some nasty secrets.

Unexpectedly, Du Fei hit him right in the face!

The two aunts couldn't help but look embarrassed and greeted: "Little Du, just came back."

Seeing this scene, Du Fei's nervousness was relieved just now, and he smiled and said, "Go to the hut, you two will continue to work."

As soon as he spoke outside, he heard movement in the house, and the quarrel stopped immediately.

Du Fei had something in his heart, so he turned around and hurried to the courtyard.

When he passed through the middle courtyard, he didn't know what kind of trouble the guy had gotten into. He was beaten by his mother and screamed, but Granny Jia didn't stop him.

Wait back to the backyard.

The old lady of the five-guarantee household next door turned off the lights and went to bed early, and the second uncle was cursing at home, as if he had been idle in the factory by some leader.

Du Fei walked under the porch of his house, stomped his feet hard, shook the snow off the soles of his shoes, and slapped his body again, and then he opened the door and entered the house.

But at this moment, a dark shadow slid from the side, squeezed in front of him and got into the room.

Du Fei followed closely, took off his hat and mask while closing the door, shook it off, and put it on the bicycle.

Then take out the shovel and fill the stove with briquettes.

Xiaowu shook his entire body, and all the snowflakes that fell on it were thrown out, twisted and twisted, and walked into the inner room.

Du Fei did not rush into the inner room, but took out the pistol and the thing wrapped in the newspaper from the outer room first.

This pistol is nothing, it is clear at a glance.

But Du Fei was not sure what was in the newspaper. In case it was something disgusting, he would have to sleep in the back room at night.

Du Fei took out the pistol first, found a rag and wiped it, then pressed the magazine clip to exit the magazine.

The magazine is full of bullets.

Pulled the bolt again, made sure there was no bullet in the chamber, then raised the gun with both hands, locked the hole on the door, and gestured with a three-point-one-line aiming posture.

A man's love for firearms and weapons is naturally engraved in his bones.

Holding this heavy and cold iron guy in his hand, Du Fei couldn't help but feel a strange feeling.

There is no rust on the surface of the gun body. After pulling the slide a few times, there is no blockage. I pulled the trigger and fired a shot.

“Click!”

The bolt made a crisp mechanical impact sound.

This gun should still be usable, just put it into the carry-on space, and the blue light inside didn't respond.

However, the bullets in the magazine have been released for all these years, and I don't know how many rounds will be fired.

Duffy didn't plan to go out with a gun, so he didn't bother.

Put the pistol aside.

Du Fei took a breath and finally took out another thing.

Peeled off the newspaper outside and found a black leather briefcase inside.

Du Fei glanced at the newspapers, it was the "Jingcheng Daily" in June 1954.