Anti-Japanese War, weapons designer at Fengtian Arsenal

After leaving Lao Huotou's place, Li Qinwu did not go home immediately, but ran to the factory duty room to take a look.

I found that there was a light on in the window, and when I got closer I could hear Liu San's noise, probably playing cards. A fierce light flashed in his eyes, and he quietly left the factory.

Around 10 o'clock in the evening, Liu San walked out of the factory with a smile on his face. He reeked of alcohol as he had drunk a lot. He had won a large sum of money today and had paid back all the money his friends had earned from playing cards. At this moment, his pockets were full and he was walking home whistling a hooligan whistle.

It was completely dark at this moment, and the streets were pitch black, with only one or two street lights occasionally showing, but they were of no use.

Liu San turned on a flashlight, hummed an inaudible song, and staggered towards home. When he arrived at the door, he did not open it directly, but took out a pack of cigarettes and put one in his mouth.

After taking a puff of his cigarette, he slowly took out the key and inserted it into the keyhole. Just as he opened the door, Liu San suddenly heard hurried footsteps behind him. He felt something was wrong and wanted to turn around, but he had drunk a lot of alcohol and had no time to react. Then he heard a muffled sound, and he staggered a few steps and rushed into his own door as if he had been punched.

It all happened so fast that Liu San fell into the yard without knowing what was happening. Then he felt a huge pain and wanted to scream, but he could only cough.

He felt it was very difficult to breathe, and his mouth felt sweet, and he actually coughed up blood.

A thought flashed through his mind: It's over, I've been shot!

After firing the gun, Li Qinwu did not stop, but quickly rushed into Liu San's house and locked the door. Then he pressed his knee on Liu San's neck to prevent him from shouting.

The homemade gun he made fired reduced-charge bullets. Although he brought the muzzle within 10 meters of the target and fired, he had no idea if he could cause effective damage, so he had to get in quickly and fire another shot.

Li Qinwu's action was correct. After the initial panic, Liu San wanted to shout for help, but the gunshot wound in the lung made him unable to shout. Li Qinwu knelt down on him and made him lose the ability to move.

Li Qinwu glanced into the room and confirmed that there was no one else in the room. He felt relieved, opened the bolt, and used his fingernails to pinch the bottom circle to get the eggshell out. Then he loaded a new reduced-charge bullet and pointed the muzzle at the back of Liu San's head.

"Liu San, right? Listen carefully, the man who killed you is called Li Qinwu. When you become a ghost, remember to seek revenge on me!"

Liu San was filled with fear and had no idea why he was being targeted. If he could speak, he would definitely ask: Who the hell is Li Qinwu?

With a dull thud, Liu San's brains were blown out and he died instantly.

I believe that this guy would never have imagined until his death that the little worker he didn't like, whom he could threaten and control at will, would have such a violent personality.

Just because he kicked the other person and put a gun to the other person's head, this man took a great risk to take his life. I wonder if this guy would be more restrained if he was given another chance?

After getting rid of this guy, Li Qinwu changed another bullet, listened quietly for a while, and made sure that no one around noticed the gunshot. Then he began to collect the spoils.

He picked up Liu San's flashlight, took off the holster from Liu San's waist, pulled out the gun and examined it carefully.

This is a pistol manufactured by the Fengtian Arsenal in imitation of the German Mauser C96, using 9x19mm Parabellum pistol bullets. However, this copycat is much worse in quality than the original Mauser. There are many metal joints on the gun body, which looks very inferior and gives the feeling of being hand-made in a small workshop.

Li Qinwu opened the bolt and took a look into the magazine. It was a ten-round magazine, which was already full of bullets. He opened the holster again, which contained two 10-round clips, 20 rounds of loose ammunition, and a simple pistol cleaning kit.

Li Qinwu licked his lips. There is no man in this world who doesn't love guns, especially when the world is about to fall into chaos.

Li Qinwu put the pistol back into the holster and hung it on his body, then continued to search Liu San's body and took out a bulging small cloth bag from his trouser pocket.

Li Qinwu was stunned. Where did this guy get so much money? But who cares? Now that I have seen it, it is mine!

He took out half a pack of cigarettes and a box of matches from his pocket, and after making sure that the other party had nothing on him, Li Qinwu looked towards Liu San's room.

After more than 10 minutes, Li Qinwu only found 10 silver dollars in Liu San's house. Li Qinwu thought that this guy was too poor. Either he was a moonlighter and spent all his salary as soon as he got it, or he hid his money too well.

Li Qinwu remembered that he also liked to hide money in the bricks under Liu San's bed. He searched carefully under the bed and actually found something. He lifted a brick under the bed and took out a small box from underneath.

Li Qinwu's eyes lit up, but then his face showed disappointment. This small box was too light and there was no way it could hold valuables.

When I opened the box, I saw that there were only a few pieces of paper, the most common letter paper of that era.

He felt deflated, as he thought his first clone came out of Liu San, but this is the result?

But then he became confused again. Why did Liu San hide a piece of paper so deep? Was there something fishy about the content on it?

He quickly opened the letter, shone the flashlight into it and read it carefully, then his face was filled with horror.

There was a very simple map on the letter paper, similar to the one drawn by kindergarten kids, but Li Qinwu could understand it. The crooked lines were the roads of the Fengtian Arsenal, the squares were the workshops of the Fengtian Arsenal, and there were icons such as bullets and rifles drawn in the middle of the squares, which seemed to mark the purpose of each factory.

"Fuck! Why did Liu San draw a factory map? Is he a spy?"

Just as Li Qinwu came up with this answer in his mind, someone knocked on the door of Liu San's yard.

His hair stood on end and he quickly turned off the flashlight and pointed his homemade gun at the gate.

Seeing that there was no movement in the house for a long time, the person outside the door knocked on the door twice. The other party knocked on the door very softly and was very careful.

Li Qinwu could even hear his own heart beating. He was so unlucky that someone blocked his door right after he killed someone.

He walked towards the gate of the courtyard quietly, pointed his homemade gun against the wooden door, put his eyes close to the gap in the door, and looked out carefully, but he could only see a blurry figure and couldn't even tell whether it was a man or a woman.

He was in a dilemma. Liu San's body was still at the door, and the other party would be able to see the body when they came in. He had a grudge against Liu San, so he might as well kill him, but he didn't want to harm an unrelated person. Fortunately, the other party didn't have the key and kept knocking on the door, so he shouldn't be Liu San's relative.

After much thought, Li Qinwu decided to climb over the wall and escape. Liu San's firewood was piled next to the wall, and he could step on the firewood and climb over the wall.

However, just as he was about to reach the wall and climb over it, a word from the man outside the door made Li Qinwu stop.

"Liu Sang, open the door, it's me."