Chapter 335 Rubbing the Submachine Gun with Hands

Benjamin Goldberg was surprised to see Zhao Chuanxin quarreling with a dog.

"Master, are you talking to it?"

"Yeah, this bitch is very pretentious now."

He is truly worthy of being a master!

It always makes him feel novel.

Unlike his parents, who were very boring.

"Master, I also want to talk to Ganfan."

"Okay, let's talk around the bed tonight."

Without any explanation, Zhao Chuanxin stuffed the rice into Benjamin Goldberg's room.

"Gongfan, be good and coax him to sleep, he is still a child."

He was worried that the snot-nosed baby would miss home and cry in the middle of the night, but no one would comfort him.

Anyway, Zhao Chuanxin was like this when he was a child. Whenever he was not around his grandparents, he would pull his neck and howl.

The food is still very reliable, and the whole night is uneventful.

But in Washington, it was the dead of night.

Ronaldo was having a night chat with Edith Roosevelt.

"Edie, I received the news that Zhao Chuanxin has arrived in North Tarrytown. Fortunately, this barbarian didn't mess around. He just disfigured the local police chief."

"..." He broke the police chief's appearance and still didn't call him a riot? Edith Roosevelt stared at her husband. "How are you going to respond?"

Although this woman's belly has withered, her breasts have become shriveled, and she has lost her beauty. But the power over the White House's affairs and the influence she exerted over her husband gave her a new allure.

"As long as the butcher abides by the rules of the game, the rest will be left to Rockefeller and Morgan, as well as the local mayor, to ensure that the butcher quits. By the way, Edie, Queen Wilhelmina of the Netherlands is coming soon, you need Do a good job of reception.”

Edith Roosevelt frowned: "Okay, I understand. She should have trained equestrian, right?"

Edith Roosevelt was a uniquely independent woman, loyal to her husband, and always very organized in every detail of her home and white house.

In addition to being a good wife and mother, she also loves adventure and travel, especially horseback riding.

I almost broke my leg several times, but I still went my own way.

It is said that she was the first hostess of the White House to travel to other places during her tenure as Mrs. No.1.

Da Luo smiled: "Of course she has trained equestrian. In fact, there are no royals and nobles in Europe who are not proficient in equestrian and polo. Don't worry about this. I think she will suit your taste."

"I don't like your description."

"Okay, okay, Edie, I apologize to you." Da Luo quickly changed the subject. "I also have something that makes me unhappy. John Rockefeller's hand has reached out to New York State. He wants to install an oil pipeline in Kurdex, at least I heard that he showed this intention."

Edith Roosevelt sighed: "Theodore, sometimes you should let go of your obsession. There are many things and we cannot cover them all. His monopoly on oil has become unstoppable."

"These damn guys, they have seriously destroyed the balance of market competition." Ronaldo complained.

…

The next morning, Zhao Chuanxin was awakened by the noise in the corridor.

He went out and saw Benjamin Goldberg reading aloud to Qianfan from a book - "The Struggle for Existence" published last year by German scholar Ernst Hecker.

Benjamin Goldberg read a few words and barked twice when he was done.

Benjamin Goldberg said: "The interdependence of species? It's not mentioned in the book?"

"Woof woof woof..."

"Master said that? Did you also see it?"

"Woof woof woof..."

"Bees collect nectar? Also help flowers pollinate? Yes, I didn't expect it. It seems that Ernst Hecker is not a rigorous scientist. You are smart before you can do it."

Zhao Chuanxin shook his head and prepared to say hello.

But suddenly he was stunned.

Something is wrong!

He had just woken up at this time, and he hadn't woken up naturally yet, so his head was a little confused and he couldn't think of anything wrong for the time being.

He put it down for the time being and said: "Let's go, do radio gymnastics, and then go to dinner after dinner. After dinner, we still have work."

Two people and one dog came to the manor, and Marcus Nkrumah was showing off his fists, boxing vigorously.

Zhao Chuanxin nodded with satisfaction. He was a little stupid, but he was better at being obedient.

"Benjamin, come here and learn to do radio gymnastics with me."

Zhao Chuanxin muttered: "One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, two, two, three..."

As he was doing this, Benjamin Goldberg asked, "Sir, where's the radio?"

"Didn't you hear what I shouted to you? My mouth is the radio."

"..."

After finishing the radio gymnastics, Zhao Chuanxin pinched his waist with both hands, raised his chest and raised his head: "Boys, learn to sing with me."

Marcus Nkrumah and Benjamin Goldberg stood next to him and imitated his example, also clasping their hands around their waists.

Zhao Chuanxin opened his voice: "Get up, hungry and cold slaves! Get up, all the suffering people around the world..."

"Master, wait, what is this language?"

What a nuisance, naughty kid.

Zhao Chuanxin said patiently: "This is Chinese."

"Master, but I don't know Chinese."

"You see Marcus doesn't talk as much nonsense as you."

Marcus followed suit very loquaciously, his voice was rich and long, and his racial talent was stimulated...

Benjamin Goldberg shrank his neck, dared not speak, and continued to sing along.

After singing the song, Zhao Chuanxin took him back for dinner.

Steamed buns, porridge, tea eggs, cabbage and pickles mixed with vinegar and chili oil. The dish is bright red and goes very well with rice.

Benjamin Goldberg usually eats toast and omelettes for breakfast, and occasionally bacon and ham.

It was also my first time to have Chinese breakfast.

Zhao Chuanxin started eating in a hurry. On the plate in front of him, there were five tea eggs, ten steamed buns, and two plates of pickles.

But he still ate faster than anyone else.

When Li Shutong and Zhao Chuanxin ate together, they always felt full.

Benjamin Goldberg was affected by this atmosphere and felt that today's breakfast was very delicious, as fierce as a competition.

He learned how to use chopsticks like everyone else, but he had little strength and could only hold the head of the chopsticks. He would always clip it off and just bury his head in eating.

When I put down my chopsticks, my stomach felt a little full...

A rare smile appeared on her little face, and she patted her belly with satisfaction.

Zhao Chuanxin came true. After dinner, he didn't care about anything. He patted his butt and waved his hand: "Let's go and make a gun."

Freddy Pavitt, who was waiting behind him, smiled wryly.

The master still doesn’t give up.

He said: "Sir, the steel materials are all in the warehouse, and there are also specially customized compression springs."

"You take Marcus and move them outside, where the light is better."

In the manor, tables, chairs and benches were set up.

After doing this, Freddy Pavitt left.

He doesn't have time to mess around with the master, there are still a lot of things waiting for him to deal with.

Zhao Chuanxin picked up a piece of steel, spread out the blueprint, frowned and thought for a moment, and then pulled out the elf carving knife hidden in the scepter of redemption.

Ning An was standing by and wanted to help: "Sir, what do you need me to do?"

Zhao Chuanxin looked at him: "I need you to stay away from me, so I don't accidentally hurt you."

Ning'an: "..."

When cutting metal, there is just a little more resistance than wood.

Basically, after the elf carving knife cuts it, a metal rod is formed.

Ning An was stunned.

I wonder what kind of forging press, stamping machine, and milling cutter are needed?

Sir, you can do it all with one knife!

Zhao Chuanxin picked up the metal rod, measured it with a ruler, and then carefully stabbed it into the metal rod with the elf carving knife, stabbed it through, and a gun barrel was formed!

This kind of high carbon steel is vulnerable to the elf carving knife.

The blade of the elf carving knife became spiral-shaped, carving out the rifling of the gun bore like an electric drill.

Benjamin Goldberg looked at it carefully and said in surprise: "Master, why is your knife deformed?"

This subverted his understanding of the rules of physics.

"Haha, this is the ultimate mystery of the universe. I will teach it to you only when I feel that your knowledge is enough to support you in exploring these mysteries."

Benjamin Goldberg feels his brain is running out.

No matter how wild his mind was, he couldn't imagine things he wasn't familiar with.

The gun body is made of aluminum alloy, and it can't beat the Elf Knife.

There was no milling cutter and no need for welding. Zhao Chuanxin relied on his hands and an elf carving knife to carve out various parts.

Walnut wood for handguard.

High-strength parts such as the bolt and trigger that require repeated pulling are made of wear-resistant high-carbon steel.

Everyone was watching with rapt attention, even a fool like Marcus Nkrumah was paying full attention.

Benjamin Goldberg was just a little stunned. When he looked again, he found that Zhao Chuanxin had already begun to assemble it.

He scratched his head: I didn’t even blink...

After all, it is handmade, and the precision in many places is not that high. When Zhao Chuanxin was assembling it, he still needed to constantly modify and polish it.

It took some effort to install this crude submachine gun.

Zhao Chuanxin looked at the shape: "As a submachine gun, this gun is too heavy."

I'm afraid it must weigh seven or eight kilograms.

The barrel of the gun matched the caliber of the Mauser pistol, and Zhao Chuanxin loaded the bullet in the magazine.

Loading the bullet, Marcus Nkrumah volunteered: "Sir, I can shoot."

Zhao Chuanxin smiled: "You'd better forget it. If the barrel explodes, your hand will be blown to pieces."

He began to put on the Fortitude Armor, put on the mask, and most importantly, the matching leather gloves.

"Get out of my way, I'm going to test the gun!"

However,

"Click!"

It jammed just as soon as it was loaded.

"Grass!"

Zhao Chuanxin took off his equipment angrily, took out the elf carving knife, and modified the gun bolt.

After it was done, everyone looked at him expectantly.

They saw with their own eyes that this gun gradually took shape like a magic trick in Zhao Chuanxin's hands.

Everyone wants to see if it will work.

"Crack!"

Loaded successfully.

pull the trigger,

"Crack!"

The gun didn't go off.

This feeling makes anyone with obsessive-compulsive disorder want to die.

Zhao Chuanxin had to take off his equipment again and disassemble the gun for inspection.

Benjamin Goldberg pointed to the firing pin and said: "The firing pin and the slide are stuck. They hit the bolt here and the friction is too great. Master, you have to grind this piece off."

Sure enough, it is not that easy to rub a gun with your hands.

Zhao Chuanxin was so worn out that he honestly listened to his apprentice's opinions and continued to revise.

When he was done, he reloaded the gun and pulled the trigger.

The flames from the muzzle are thin,

"boom!"