I Just Want To Deliver a Normal Takeaway

'Am I suspicious? '

Shinomiya Kaguya looked puzzled, and relaxed the hand that was holding the phone tightly.

Chen Feng skillfully unloaded and put the bullet inside back into the magazine, then put the gun away.

As for the Beretta 92f that no one else can see, it seems that the system remade it with the gun that was broken at that time. After many tests, Chen Feng found that even if all the bullets were returned from the magazine of this gun, only one bullet would be pressed. The bullets go in and press the magazine into the gun, and the bullets in the magazine will fill the entire magazine in an instant.

To be honest, after he knew that this gun had this function, he even wanted to resell the ammunition, but he didn't do that, he just silently bought a lot of super enhanced bullets that the system gave him for nothing.

After all, bullets with no back seat, no sound, and no flame are sold to hit others, but if someone hits him, wouldn't he just give it for free?

Life matters, life matters.

"Hey, are these metal bullet casings? I also have a lot of them in my family. They were all fired before. I think they are very valuable for collection."

Secretary Fujiwara looked at the bullet casings rolling to his feet, and squatted down curiously to get them.

"Wait a moment!"

Before Chen Feng finished speaking, he heard someone's wailing in an instant.

"Ah! Why is it so hot?!"

Fujiwara Chika held her index finger in tears, with an aggrieved face, "Didn't you agree that it was a toy gun?"

Up to now, Chen Feng also twitched the corners of his mouth twice, and replied expressionlessly:

"Fake, otherwise why would there be no sound."

Crouching down, Chen Feng grabbed the bullet casing with his ruthless iron hands, and looked at Chika Fujiwara speechlessly.

"And it's not hot at all."

"How?! Look, my hands are red!"

"It may be that you have burned your hand before, out of psychological fear, so when dealing with something you are conscious of, you will have phantom pain."

"Yeah?"

Fujiwara Chika was staring at her finger with a puzzled face, but after hearing the explanation, she suddenly realized that it was phantom pain!

While the two were talking, Chen Feng had already walked to the single bathroom in the student union, soaked the bullet casings in the sink, and he was relieved.

Madeleine, it's hot.

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Lu Yuan has been single for more than 20 years, and when he went out to relax, he dug up his wife in the deep mountains and old forests...

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Chapter Thirty-Eight I'm Just Breathing

To be honest, Chen Feng did not expect that Fujiwara Chika would pick up the bullet casings she shot, and it could be called his own miscalculation.

Except for Baiyin Yuxing, there are not many people in the families here who are normal families, and they have seen many things that ordinary people can't see. If it is not worried that Baiyin Yuxing will be hit hard, Chen Feng probably said it simply. He admitted that this is a real gun. As for why there is no sound and why there is no gun flame, this point can be left to others to think about it slowly.

Anyway, Chen Feng feels that there is a high probability that no one will believe it.

The high-temperature bullet case did not cause any serious injury to Chen Feng. He just felt that his hand was a little sore, and the top was slightly red, and there was no sign of blistering.

A burn of this degree can be fully recovered in a few minutes, so there is no need for Chen Feng to worry about any problems.

"Senior, I have borrowed something!"

Ishigamiyou was followed by two students, all carrying the tools Chen Feng needed, opened the door of the student union and walked in, "Thank you, classmates."

"You're welcome, Senior Ishigami."

It seems that the student who helped carry the tools said goodbye to Yu Ishigami at the door before leaving.

Baiyin Yuxing ate the hot pot and raised his head.

"Borrowed so soon?"

"Because these things don't seem to be commonly used by their clubs, I went to ask them and the minister directly agreed."

Ishigami Yu responded with a relaxed face, and then found that Chen Feng had disappeared, and asked, "Where did senior go?"

"Oh, Chen Feng went to the bathroom."

While speaking, Chen Feng had already come out, holding a bullet case that was wiped clean with absorbent paper in his hand. I don’t know if it was because the bullet was modified by the system, but this bullet case was smoother and more beautiful than the ordinary one many.

"Senior, what is in your hand?"

"The shell casings left over from the previous target shooting were just taken out."

Walking in front of the small sander less than half a meter away, Chen Feng touched his chin, pondered for a few seconds, and then stuffed part of the plaster into the empty shell.

"What does the senior want to do? Handicrafts?"

After ruling it out for a long time, Yu Ishigami could only come up with such an answer.

"That's right, it's a small gift for that child? It's fine as an errand fee."

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Chen Feng took another bullet out, and then pulled out the bullet head from inside with pliers.

Originally, he didn't need to do such a troublesome thing at all. To disable the primer and propellant powder of the bullet, he only needed to use saturated concentrated salt water to cook at high temperature, but because it was too time-consuming and not safe, Chen Feng simply A more convenient way was used.

Secretary Fujiwara still held his hand and doubted his life. It seemed that he would not come to bother him in a short time. Chen Feng picked up the bullet and stuffed the newly drawn bullet into the empty shell with his hands.

Fixed, sanded, polished...

Finally, solder a tin ring on the bottom of the bullet with a torch, and you're done!

Chen Feng's hands are very steady, and his movements are also very fast. The whole process only took less than 5 minutes.

All of this is due to his home-made exercises. As the saying goes, practice makes perfect, so it is not difficult for him to make such a small thing.

"Student Chen Feng's grades in handicraft class must be very good."