"Who are you? Walker Wheeler?" the old lady's voice came from far above her head, "I don't know, you all look the same now..."

"I think you can see that everyone is the same now, old lady." Brandi cursed and looked around the layout of the basement.

For the cabin above it, this basement is completely unique, because in this day and age, it is generally impossible for a cabin to have a basement that is as large as the cabin, especially for

For a seemingly widowed person, such a large basement is not of much use at all, and this is indeed the case, because only one third of the basement is actually used as a cellar for storing grain, vegetables and meat products.

In the remaining part, half were stacked with wooden boxes that obviously contained arms, and the other half was filled with a table with a long wooden box. Parts of various firearms were hung on the wall, which was obviously

It is a workbench used to modify firearms.

Following the impression in his memory, Brandy walked towards the long wooden box, opened the lid, and a brand new Browning Auto-5 shotgun came into view.

"Sure enough, some things never change." Brandi happily picked up this weapon, commonly known as a semi-automatic shotgun, admiring this weapon that is advanced now and will become a classic in the future.

After admiring it for a while, Brandi suddenly had a flash of inspiration in his mind: "Hey, something is wrong. I remember the information I saw before said that the Browning Auto-5 shotgun was only used by John Brown in 1898.

It was designed by Ning and was not officially patented until 1900. Logically speaking, such a weapon cannot be purchased through normal channels. In other words, this gun is likely to come from... Oh, there is a connection.

, this is really something I didn’t expect, is this a butterfly effect?”

In order to verify his idea, Brandy put the gun on his back, turned around and opened the lids of the wooden boxes behind him. The weapons that came into view made his eyelids jump slightly, and he opened two more boxes one after another.

, becoming more and more certain of his guess.

"Ah, let me see, Borchardt C93, Mauser C96, and the Browning M1900, which was put into production just this year," Brandi picked up a Mauser pistol and felt that it was different from any other

He thought about the heavy hand feel of the pistol, "In this era where revolvers still firmly occupy the mainstream of western firearms, there is only one possibility for such firearms to appear here in batches, isn't it? Well, you old man is here.

, no matter how much you argue with me and say that you have nothing to do with our goods, I will not believe your lies."

"Hey! Why did it take so long? What are you doing down there?" At this time, the distant voice from the basement entrance brought Brandy back to reality from her thoughts.

"It's not good. I'm afraid I won't be able to hide it any longer. It's okay. I will definitely come here again anyway. While the old lady is still alone, let's grab something and run away."

Thinking this way, Brandy picked up two M1900s and put them into his pants pockets. Since Brandy currently has almost no empty space on his gun belt, this structure is so compact that it can be placed directly in his pocket. In the future,

The automatic pistol known as the "Gun Brand Luzi" in the East is currently the most suitable weapon to take away.

Climbing up the ladder, the old lady was still sitting on the recliner, but she had put down her sewing and looked towards Brandi.

"You should know very well what will happen if you mess with my things, right?" The old lady looked at Brandy with wide eyes.

"Uh, no, how dare I." Brandi smiled so hard that even he felt hypocritical.

"Wait a minute, you're not my child," the old lady looked at Brandy's face carefully and said, "Who are you? What's your purpose?"

Brandy knew in her heart that this kind of thing could not be hidden. After all, the old lady only had presbyopia and not cataracts, so he just smiled and said: "You finally see it, Grandma Watson, to be honest,

Pretending to be your son is a real chore."

Grandma Watson seemed angry. She slapped the armrests of the recliner vigorously and shouted: "You made the worst choice in your life, brat. No matter what your purpose is, I'm not angry yet, old lady."

, leave my house immediately."

"Oh, be patient, grandma, you have to take care of your health at this age." Brandy said nonchalantly and without sincerity, while slowly moving towards the door.

"You smooth-tongued boy, if you don't leave, I'll cut off your tongue and feed it to the donkeys!" Grandma Watson scolded her angrily, while shining her sewing work in Brandy's face and throwing it away.

past.

Brandy tilted her head, dodged the old lady's weak attack, turned around and ran out of the cabin.

Micah looked at Brandi's bereaved look and asked with some humor: "Have we hit a snag? Aren't you very good at talking?"

"The nail was indeed hit, but there was also a big gain," Brandy said, taking out an M1900 from his trouser pocket, handed it to Micah, and said, "Look at this."

Micah took the gun that he had never seen before. As a professional killer and veteran criminal, it took him less than a minute to realize the excellence of this gun.

"What a good thing." Micah kept playing with the gun and couldn't put it down.

"There's a whole box in there," Brandy said, grabbing the M1900 that should now belong to him, "and there's more than just that. I checked it out, and it's basically all this kind of thing."

"This kind of thing can't be obtained through ordinary channels, right?" Micah asked doubtfully.

"So our agent who runs the store is quite capable," Brandy put the gun back into his pocket and said, "And I suspect that this batch of goods is far more than what I just saw.

It’s too tough, and their family can’t handle it.”

"You mean, they still have partners?" Micah said.

"Obviously," Brandi took off Jueying's reins from the fence and said, "I speculate that they can only provide intelligence at best. Even if they participate in actual operations, they cannot be counted as the main force. That group of fighting forces

Strong gangsters should belong to other forces."

"Then what are you waiting for?" Micah was a little eager to give it a try, "Now that the old lady is the only one in the house, let's get the information out quickly. If her sons come back, things will not be easy to handle.

"

"Don't worry," Brandy got on the horse and said, "The old lady is angry now. Even if you torture her to death, I don't think she will say a word. It's better to come back later. We just have some things now.

Need to prepare."

"What do you mean?" Micah heard this and asked, while also taking off Belloc's reins.

"A carriage should have a shed to block the prohibited goods," Brandy said. "Now that the goods have been found, we have to do a good job in recycling them, right?"
Chapter completed!