Chapter 81 Chen, Madfa, Ke

Priskin was studying how to convert a shotgun into a Gatling gun in his workshop. His work had already begun to bear fruit. He had dismantled at least eight shotguns and tried to use a push-pull loading mechanism to simultaneously load eight barrels with 12-gauge buckshot...

"Priskin, how is your ultimate killer weapon going?" Pihom knocked on the door of Priskin's workshop.

"It's not going well, but the weapon I helped Chen Ke modify is finished, and you will definitely be satisfied!" Priskin dropped his work and smiled.

Chen Ke leaned against the door frame with his arms around his chest and smiled friendly.

Priskin turned around, took out a modified M16A2 from a gun box, pulled the bolt a few times, and then handed it to Chen Ke.

Chen Ke's eyes lit up. It was difficult to see the shadow of the original gun from the appearance of this M16A2. The long barrel was replaced, and a stable stock was added. The original grip on the top of the whole gun was removed and replaced with an Aimpoint M2 scope.

The original handguard was replaced with a handguard with a Picatinny rail, and a bracket and triangular grip were added, and a silencer was also installed.

"This is yours, life countdown! You really should go to the shooting range to try it out and get familiar with this gun." Priskin said proudly.

"Praise him, Chen Ke. Priskin regards every modified gun as a work of art. He is showing you his work." Pihom smiled.

"This gun doesn't need my praise. I know it won't let me down just by looking at it." Chen Ke took the gun and played with it.

It feels really good to touch, much better than the Fire Kirin bought in CF.

"This is a good long-range containment weapon, but I still want to remind Chen Ke that the actions of the postman are diverse, and you have to prepare the most suitable weapons for different actions. At least, this gun is difficult to carry out in most cases. It's too long." Pihom commented.

"Besides carjacking, what else can we do, Pihom? Why don't we talk about it now?" Chen Ke asked, leaning against the door.

"In fact, the last carjacking was not our style of action in most cases. If it is not necessary, we usually do not use guns." Pihom said with a smile.

"You mean, covert action? Wearing tights and sneaking in at night to pick the locks?" Chen Ke said.

"Including but not all, and you don't need to wear tights... If you want... Theoretically, the definition of covert action is very broad here. In addition to not being discovered by others, it also counts as making everyone shut up." Pihom said.

"Oh..." Chen Ke roughly understood.

Rushing in, making everyone lie down, robbing things and running away, this is also considered a covert action. After all, when the security forces arrived, you had already run far away...

"In the last operation, Priskin and Hall gave high praise to your performance. Did you make four S.W.A.T surrender with just your mouth?" Pihom asked with narrowed eyes.

Chen Ke felt a chill on the back of his head.

"I guess so." He said perfunctorily.

"The situation was super fucking urgent. I saw Hall was pinned to the ground with four MP5s pointed at his head. I didn't even think about it at the time. I thought Hall would either be killed or go to jail. But Chen Ke just yelled and the four S.W.A.T.s put their guns on the ground. Damn, if you were there, you would be as surprised as I was." Priskin added happily.

"How did you do it?" Pihom seemed to want to get to the bottom of it.

"I don't know, maybe they just subconsciously..." Chen Ke kept making up all kinds of reasons in his mind, but he couldn't think of a lie that could convince Pihom.

You can't say that you pulled the trigger with murderous intent, right?

The three of them were silent for a while.

"Hahaha! I don't give a fuck how you did it, I just hope you can do it in the future!" Pihom and Priskin suddenly laughed.

"Okay... I'll try my best in the future." Chen Ke also laughed and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

After saying goodbye to Priskin, Pihom took Chen Ke to the next room, where a woman was sitting at a workbench with her back to the door, coloring a white mask.

Sensing that someone was watching from behind, the woman turned around with an unhappy expression on her face.

"Old Pi, you know I don't like to be disturbed when I'm creating." The woman said, her voice was low and magnetic, with a strange rolled tongue accent.

Chen Ke looked at the woman. She was very strong, her skin was like Dove chocolate, her long brown hair was tied into a ponytail, she wore a dark purple sports belly-baring vest and a black sleeveless leather jacket on her upper body, black tights and short boots on her lower body, and a holster on her thigh with a black Glock pistol inserted in it.

She looked tough and wore purple lipstick. Chen Ke guessed that she was Latino.

The woman looked at Pihom, then at Chen Ke, and looked back and forth at Chen Ke.

"Just introducing you to the new members, we won't disturb you for too long." Pihom smiled.

"Is this the newcomer who can scare four S.W.A.T.s to their knees with just one word?" The woman looked at Chen Ke and asked.

"She is Lucina, our mask artist and..." Pihom was halfway through the introduction.

"And the arm wrestling champion, the best assaulter, the lock picking master, the fighting expert... You can scare four S.W.A.T.s, but it doesn't mean you can scare me... Your name is Chen Ke, right?" Lucina said contemptuously.

"You sound like you're not easy to mess with." Chen Ke shrugged.

"When Lucina sets her sights on you, you're dead. I'm not kidding." At this time, Hall passed by the door and added.

"Go to hell, noob Huo." Lucina raised her middle finger.

"I must conquer you tonight! You were just lucky last time! Let's fight for another 300 rounds tonight!" Hall leaned over and added, then hurried away.

Chen Ke looked at Lucina with a weird look.

"He means Tekken 5 on PS3. This noob has never beaten me." Lucina shrugged.

"Excuse me... one of our companions is still in someone else's hands... but I don't think you seem to be in a hurry at all..." Chen Ke said.

"Don't doubt our cohesion, little brother. The postman is like... like a large piece of colorful plasticine! Although they have their own colors, they have long been integrated. It's not that we are not in a hurry, but it's useless to be in a hurry now, so don't force yourself, understand?" Lucina said.

"This is a good analogy, I like it." Pihom hugged his chest and smiled.

Chen Ke sighed, looking past Lucina and looking at the mask on the workbench behind her that had not been painted yet.

The mask was shaped like a ferocious ghost face, as if it was baring its teeth at everyone, and it was just missing the line "I'll kill you!"

"That mask is good." Noticing that Lucina was looking at him, Chen Ke commented.

"That's the mask prepared for you." Lucina said.

"Oh? Mine? Why is it such a hideous face?" Chen Ke asked.

"Each mask represents a maverick postman, and this face represents your style of doing things. The design concept comes from the fact that you can stabilize four S.W.A.T.s by just yelling." Lucina clapped her hands, as if sharing her creative experience.

"It sounds reasonable." Chen Ke did not comment.

"So, Chen Ke, do you have your own nickname?" Lucina asked.

"Huh?" Chen Ke was stunned.

"Lucina likes to call acquaintances in her own way..." Pihom shook his head.

Doesn't that mean she likes to give people nicknames...

"It seems you don't have one, so I can give you one. Look, how about you call yourself Chen, Madfa, Ke from now on? In short, Madfa Ke." Lucina laughed.

"That's not funny, Lucina. I don't like you calling me that." Chen Ke shook his head.

"That's not up to you. Let's arm wrestle. If I win, I'll call you that. If I lose, you can call me whatever you want..." Lucina laughed.

"Come on, I'm not afraid of you?" Chen Ke smiled and walked over.