Coming out of the teahouse, Song Ziyu said goodbye to Zhong Yin and Li Si, and then walked slowly back to the rental house.

As she walked, Song Ziyu kept thinking in her mind.

Compared with people in the wasteland world, what are your advantages?

Apart from the mysterious time-travel bracelet, is there anything else I am stronger than them?

Before listening to the book in the teahouse, my answer was no.

Compared to those in Longshan, I am a complete weakling.

He doesn't have the strength of Xu Yingnan, nor the ferocity of Zhao Yuanba, nor does he have as many younger brothers as him.

However, even though Xu Yingnan and Zhao Yuanba were so strong, they could only swallow the bitter fruit of failure.

What can I do?

So you are afraid, you are afraid, and you choose to escape.

But fear, fear and avoidance bring pain and unwillingness.

This puts me in an endless loop from which I cannot extricate myself.

But many things today touched me.

Li Si, a scumbag, can even say "I have no control over my destiny", why can't I, Song Ziyu?

In the teahouse, after listening to the storyteller's story about two peaches killing three men, Song Ziyu found another answer.

I have one advantage over anyone in the Longshan settlement!

That’s the pattern!

I have the thinking formed under the education system of the civilized world, and I have a better understanding and a more systematic knowledge reserve, which gives me more ways to solve problems.

Song Ziyu had a way to resolve the crisis in his mind. Although it still involves huge risks, it is absolutely feasible in theory!

Standing in the wind, Song Ziyu felt like Yan Ying, the Prime Minister of Qi more than 2,000 years ago, holding two insignificant peaches as bargaining chips and relying on his own wisdom to kill three serious troubles for Qi Jinggong.

I want to go back in time!

Prove that you are not a deserter!

I want to go back in time!

Don't let Xu Yingnan and Zhao Yuanba end like this.

I have my own reasons to protect myself.

Song Ziyu is determined!

However, I still need to make some preparations before going back...

second

Early in the morning, Song Ziyu came to Dajin Street and squatted outside Wangji Pawn Shop.

At ten o'clock in the morning, the sleepy Fatty Wang came to open the door, and Song Ziyu rushed into the store.

"Young man...it's you again, you're here early." The fat man suddenly stopped feeling sleepy, because Song Ziyu always brought surprises every time he appeared.

"Close the door and let's talk some business with you." Song Ziyu said solemnly.

"What's so mysterious?" The fat man pulled down the rolling shutter door and turned on the lamp.

Song Ziyu put all the money he earned in the Longshan settlement in stacks on the table, and then said: "Help me get some hard steel fire."

"What kind of fire?" The cigarette in the fat man's mouth fell to the ground.

"Arms!" Song Ziyu said.

"Brother, are you in trouble? What are you doing with those things? That's illegal." The fat man felt his mouth was a little dry, so he grabbed the overnight tea and poured it into his stomach.

"Don't worry about these things, just ask if you have any!" Song Ziyu said.

The fat man still advised: "Brother, you are still young. You must not have children yet, and your future is still long...Don't run naked on the road to crime."

Song Ziyu became impatient: "Are you still doing business?"

"I want to do business...but I can't get the things you want." The fat man said with a grimace: "The arms business is too risky, I don't need to go to jail."

Song Ziyu turned around and left.

"Brother, you should give up. No one on this street dares to do this business. Even if someone dares to do it, they can't trade with you because you are too young and can't find out the details..." The fat man pointed out the problem. Already.

"Then what should we do?" Hearing what the fat man said, Song Ziyu was also in trouble.

The fat man continued to persuade: "Brother, think about your parents, think about your first girlfriend, think about your crush... You must still be a virgin. Wait a minute, my brother will take you to the club to be a technician. After playing, you will know that there are many beautiful things in life, and you don’t have to fight and kill..."

"open

Door, let me out." Song Ziyu was very impatient.

"Well, we don't have any modern weapons. Do you want antiques?" Fatty finally compromised and asked.

"Can you kill people?" Song Ziyu asked.

"I don't dare to say whether you can kill people or not. I can only say that it's okay to kill birds." The fat man winked slyly.

"Take it out and I'll buy it!" Song Ziyu said.

"Brother, come with me. These things are not allowed on the table, so we dare not put them out." The fat man grabbed the money on the table, and then led Song Ziyu towards the back room.

The back room has its own secrets. It turns out to be a much larger warehouse than the outside.

Fatty Wang walked into the innermost part of the warehouse, pushed aside a table, lifted up the dirty carpet, then pulled a pull ring and lifted up the floor.

The corridor is exposed below.

"What are you still waiting for?" The fat man took the lead and walked down.

It turns out there is a warehouse below.

Arriving at the underground warehouse, Song Ziyu saw many strange things: deer heads, ivory, tiger bones, Gabala skulls, large Yuan blue and white vases, bronze standing figures...

"Don't look at it, they are all fakes."

Fatty Wang opened an old wooden box, picked up two handfuls from inside and put them in Song Ziyu's hands.

Song Ziyu took a closer look and realized that my little boy was actually a revolver that he had only seen in western movies.

"this……"

"The Colt M1873 single-action revolver, the English name is Colt M1873, was designed in 1873, and these two guns were produced in 1876. According to the law, any firearm produced before 1910 is considered an antique." Fatty Wang Talk freely.

"Which country's law?" Song Ziyu asked.

"It doesn't matter which country's laws it is, as long as there are laws to follow." Fatty Wang said.

Song Ziyu thought for a while and asked: "Are you the type who would use the sword of the previous dynasty to kill the officials of this dynasty?"

"You are so smooth-talking, do you want to take the postgraduate entrance examination?" Fatty Wang asked.

Song Ziyu was speechless.

Fatty Wang continued: "These two guns are single-action, with a capacity of six rounds, and a caliber of 45 inches... As the saying goes

Well, one inch shorter and one inch stronger, this thing is extremely lethal at close range and can compete with the May 4th."

Song Ziyu was confused when he heard this, and waved his hands and said: "I want both of these guns!"

Fatty Wang opened the box and took out the butter and began to teach Song Ziyu how to maintain it step by step.

"This antique has been idle for many years. If it were a modern weapon, it would definitely be useless. The more modern the weapon, the more sophisticated and complex it is. However, the old gun has a stable and simple structure and can be used as long as it is maintained." Fatty Wang taught carefully.

Seeing the fat man talking freely, Song Ziyu thought to himself that this fat man is not simple either.

Just when he was about to ask, "Brother, what did you do before?" Song Ziyu's eyes caught sight of something in the box, and he couldn't move it away immediately.

There was actually a wooden handle grenade in the box!

It's the kind Li Yunlong used when he bombed Bantian United!

"This thing is good." Song Ziyu picked up the grenade and looked at it.

This thing with a wooden handle and an iron tire is very heavy to buy.

"Brother, this is just an antique. The gunpowder inside has been poured out for a long time. You can use it as a mallet to smash walnuts, but it is unrealistic to expect it to explode." Fatty Wang explained.

"I want this too." Song Ziyu packed the grenades and two guns together.

Then, Fatty Wang found a bag of bullets wrapped in butter and selected some long gun bullets from it.

"The Colt 1873 uses .45 long rifle bullets. These bullets are all handmade by me, and the gunpowder is prepared by me myself. You can use it with confidence." Fatty Wang explained: "But you must be careful when using it.

It's none of my business if you beat someone to death."

Song Ziyu was even more surprised when he heard this: "You can also make bullets?"

"Who said that? Don't talk nonsense." Fatty Wang knew that he had spilled the beans and quickly corrected him.

After getting ready, Song Ziyu walked around the antique store again and took away two Wenwan walnuts and half a pack of cigarettes from the counter, and then Shi Shiran left.

Back at the rental house, Song Ziyu took two deep breaths and then activated the mysterious bracelet.

"Teleport me to Longshan settlement!" Song Ziyu shouted.

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