IRON SHELL

Chapter 008: Killing Toys

Boxes can be used to hold things, press things, andPadding…

But it's definitely not a good weapon.

It's not accurate to say this. If an iron box is in the hands of an angry person, it can also become a deadly weapon to flatten another person's face. But if that's the case, the loose stone bricks on the wall or the tiles on the roof are also deadly weapons.

So the two security forces did not show any extra vigilance because the box was made of solar iron. They returned the box to Anwen.

This is a kind of children's toy, "Anwen explained as he opened the front of the box and poured out two iron marbles.

The marbles are not big and have a diameter of only one centimeter.

He swept away the snow in front of him with his feet, dropped one marble to the ground, and then loaded another marble into the box from behind somewhere.

Then, he lifted the box with both hands - his right hand holding the grip at the back of the box, and his left hand holding the front and bottom of the box.

Within half a meter, he aimed and then pulled the mechanism in front of the grip. With a "click" sound, the mechanism inside the box operates, and the solar iron emits its stored energy, pushing a small impact bar to shoot the marble out. The marble shot out through the hole at the top of the box in front of it, quickly and slowly, accurately hitting the marble on the ground.

The marble jumped up and flew not far away.

That's it, "An Wen said." Its power is far less than a slingshot, and it's a very safe toy for children

Strange thing. "A security officer shook his head.

Another laughed and said, "I really don't know which crazy guy invented such a toy

Come on, this is not the place for you to wander around

Yes

Anwen nodded respectfully and walked towards the distance on the snow.

He walked with his head down, but his ears listened to the footsteps of two security forces. Then, after the two security forces turned the corner, he stopped his steps.

He originally thought that the investigation by the two security forces was a warning from heaven to himself, indicating that it was not advisable to take action tonight. But the two of them left without any doubt, but it seemed like another signal.

Tonight!

Quickly walking back to the small courtyard, Anwen jumped in from a place he had already found.

He was already familiar with the terrain of the small courtyard, and he knew the layout of the small building - during the preparation period, he had several times bribed the butcher and vegetable vendors to follow him into the small building.

The door is locked inside and cannot be opened.

But Anwen did not intend to go through the main entrance.

The window in a miscellaneous room on the first floor was quietly opened by him five days ago. At this time, he nailed himself outside to prevent the window from opening on its own before tonight and pulled out the nail. The closed small building opened its heart to him.

He walked over carefully and gently pushed the door open.

But on this night, it was snowy and windy, and even if there were people on the street, they couldn't hear any sound inside the house.

Anwen raised his finger to block his lips.

The girl was very intelligent. She quickly covered her mouth with her hand, but was struggling to breathe due to the heavy pressure of the man on her body.

An Wen turned the sheriff's body over and signaled the girl to get up. The girl sat up in fear and grabbed the sheet to cover her chest.

At this moment, Anwen forcefully slapped her side neck.

He didn't know how to make people faint, but he saw this kind of action more often in movies, so he thought he could give it a try. This was the flaw in this operation, the only thing he couldn't predict, but he couldn't do anything about it.

He is just an ordinary eighteen year old youth, not the legendary agent named Bond, nor the great warrior in martial arts who is proficient in human acupuncture points.

Fortunately, the movie did not deceive him this time. After suffering a sudden blow to the carotid artery, causing a momentary shortage of blood supply to the head, the girl fainted.

An Wen overturned the sheriff to the ground, tied his hands and feet with the bed sheet, and carefully wrapped the girl's smooth body with the bed sheet, lifting her up.

He had such intimate contact with a girl for the first time, and the softness made him blush and heartbeat again. He could hardly hold onto that body, and could hardly help but press it down.

He closed his eyes and recalled the tombstone on the green hill next to Kemang Village.

The tombstone was cold, and in the soil beneath it lay his friend, a young man who was only one year younger than him and had no intimate contact with girls.

Yes, young man. Qiu Xiaowu is only seventeen years old and cannot be considered a young person before reaching adulthood.

His heart quickly cooled and he took a deep breath to take the girl out of the room and move it to another bedroom.

He placed the girl on the bed and stood by the bed in a daze.

The safest way is to kill people and silence them. He had already figured it out before taking action, and he must not leave any survivors.

But since she is ultimately going to be killed, why should I knock her unconscious and then move her from that room to this one?

Isn't this unnecessary?

An Wen wiped his sweat.

He is just an ordinary eighteen year old youth. He has seen many martial arts movies or novels that express his love and hatred with a sword, and he has also fantasized about one day, like the swordsman among them, he will also wield his sword to cut off love and kill all the wicked in the world.

Looking at the girl, he kept wiping his sweat.

Then he sighed.

He had to admit that he was far away from those heroes. Although the Qiu family, which had turned into ashes, was still in his mind, and the cold tombstones on the green mountains were constantly hurting his heart, he could not take action against a girl he had never met.

Yes, this is not a good woman. A good woman will not willingly become the mistress of a sheriff.

But

Anwen thought about many reasons to kill her, but ultimately gave up for only one reason.

I can't get my hands down.

So he used the sheets and sheets from this bedroom to firmly tie the girl to the bed, and resolutely turned around and left.

Returning to the bedroom, he closed the door, found water on the table, and poured it on the face of the sheriff.

The cold stimulation made the sheriff's brow urgently wake up. He opened his eyes and felt a heavy pain coming from the back of his head, which reminded him that he had been attacked.

He saw Anwen, the guy with only one pair of eyes exposed, standing in front of him holding an iron box.

He was surprised, surprised that someone dared to attack him, the Magistrate of Shengdun Town, and surprised that the murder weapon used by that person was just an inconspicuous iron box.

Who are you? "The sheriff asked calmly.

He has seen many murderers and dealt with many important figures in his life. This experience enriched his life and also cultivated his courage. He knew that calm oppression was the best weapon when faced with the perpetrator.

Moreover, he is an aristocrat and must have an aristocratic demeanor. Even when his life is threatened, he cannot shout like a woman.

I'm from Kemang Village, "said Anwen.

His voice was not loud, but his small voice gave the sheriff a great shock.

What do you want to do? "The sheriff asked.

I want to know why you want to harm the Qiu Xiaowu family

Ask.

I don't understand... "The sheriff shook his head.

Anwen's left hand moved in a concealed area at the front of the iron box and opened the hidden safety device.

This thing is not a toy, "he said, as if speaking to himself and explaining to the sheriff.

It is made of solar iron, and the reason it is shaped like a box is because this shape does not give people a sense of danger, "he said. In fact, in terms of functionality alone, making this shape is completely unnecessary. Because the front end is redundant except for the upper launch hole. However, I made full use of the space and made it a magazine

The sheriff looked at the person in front of him in confusion, unsure of what he was actually saying

Before he could interrupt, Anwen continued, "This can hold thirty-five rounds of ammunition, but it's just loading and there's no continuous feeding function. It's not that I don't want to, but that I don't have the ability to make it that way. The real loading port

Speaking of this, he couldn't help but smile because "playing the egg" had a different meaning in his past world.

However, this is an outdated slang term that has been replaced by the letter 'B' in modern times.

The real loading port is at the rear, due to the level of craftsmanship, only one bullet can be loaded at a time, "he continued with a restrained smile.

As he spoke, he took out a marble from the front loading magazine, loaded it into the back of the box, and then pulled a device.

Its range is limited, and its effective killing range is only about ten meters, "he said." This distance makes it unable to become a main weapon, but as a hidden weapon, it is even better than a crossbow

Because it doesn't look like a weapon, "he said, looking at the sheriff.

What exactly do you want to do? "The sheriff felt even more that the person in front of him was a madman.

An Wen raised the iron box, held it in both hands, aimed at the wall, and pulled the mechanism in front of the grip.

Because the safety device has been opened, the mechanism inside the box is no longer restricted and can fully exert its power. During the impact, the energy stored in the solar iron in the box instantly erupted, and the small impact rod was propelled by this force and fiercely hit the bullet.

The shell of a bullet is ordinary iron, but the core is solar iron that stores energy. The powerful force and ultrafast speed make the striker at the front of the impact bar break through the iron shell, piercing the Sun Iron, and detonating its energy.

So, a slight explosion sound came from inside the box, and the bullet roared out along the firing tube and shot into the wall.

A small bullet crashed into the wall, and the power of the sun iron inside the bullet erupted. The iron shell, which had already been cracked on the outer layer, couldn't withstand this force and collapsed, blasting a hole the size of a gold coin into the wall.

The sheriff looked at the wall, his gaze filled with fear.

For the sake of distinction, I don't want to call it 'gun', "said Anwen.

I want to call it 'Gun' - 'Light Gun'.