Firepower is king

From Baghdad to Los Angeles, and then from Los Angeles to Dubai, I met Lloyd in Dubai. After staying for less than three hours in total, Gao Guang got on the plane again and headed to Miami.

It was not that close to the United States from the Middle East, but the high-gloss flight was continuous. Only then did he truly realize the pain of being a trapeze artist, as well as the convenience and comfort that a private jet can bring.

But in the end Gao Guang finally met the legendary God of Guns, the God of Gunsmiths.

"You have caught up. In four more...three minutes and forty-five seconds, you will have exceeded the scheduled time."

Norberto is tall and thin, with a slight stoop, and his long hair is tied into a ponytail, swinging back and forth as he shakes his head.

Norberto is different from the gunsmith Gao Guang imagined, because Norberto lacks a bit of the craftsmanship that a gunsmith has, but has a lot of extravagance that only artists can have.

Although he looks to be in his fifties or sixties, he wears a vest on the upper body, shorts on the lower body, and a pair of flip-flops on the feet. It gives the impression that the gun made by this kind of person will malfunction at any time.

Gao Guang looked at Lloyd, who stepped forward and said with a relaxed expression: "Anyway, you are not late. Why did you move to Miami? It seems that you are not very adapted to the climate here."

"I'm fed up with the winter in New York. I want to be at the beach and enjoy the beach, but you're right, this is not the place for me. Come on in and say it."

Norberto is not a typical American southerner. He does not have the enthusiasm of a Florida person, and he looked reluctant when he invited Gao Guang and Lloyd into his house.

This is a large villa, but when you enter the place that is supposed to be the living room, there is no sofa, no TV, and nothing that should be in the living room, only a dozen sculptures scattered around.

The sculptures are mostly weird half-length figures, including plaster statues, clay statues, and bronze statues, but there are no high-gloss stone statues, which are the most common ones.

If you were to walk through this large living room at night, it would probably be very eerie and scary.

Gao Guang looked at a figure without arms, just a huge head of a person, a

The man with a painful expression opened his mouth and seemed to be shouting, but he looked at his watch

The emotion can be regarded as a scream, but looking closely at the eyes of the statue, as well as the muscles and lines on the face, Gao Guang felt that what this statue wanted to express was the despair before death.

Once you see it, you can naturally tell it apart.

Gao Guang paused in front of the statue for a moment, then he pointed at the statue and said: "It's great, this is a great masterpiece."

When you meet an artist and you don't praise his work, what else can you praise him for?

Lloyd stopped for a moment. It was obvious that he had no feelings for Norberto's works, because from an angle that Norberto could not see, the corners of his mouth twitched with disdain and helplessness.

But Norberto didn't appreciate it. He just gave him a high-profile look and said, "What's better?"

Gao Guang said without hesitation: "It perfectly shows the despair of a person before death. This work fully reflects a person's despair. Well, it is despair, nothing else."

Lloyd's frown deepened. He looked at the highlight helplessly, took a step back, pointed behind the statue and said, "Oh, this work already has a name."

What Lloyd means is that this statue has a name, so don't say it so blindly that it will be revealed.

Gao Guang stood at Lloyd's point of view and found that there were indeed words engraved on the statue, and it said Scream.

Some are speechless, some are embarrassed, and have nothing to say.

Both Gao Guang and Lloyd fell into silence, while Norberto stood quietly in front of the statue for a moment and suddenly said: "Yes, this is not a cry at all. I didn't name it right. The connotation of this work is despair." right!"

Norberto suddenly became excited, and he said to Gaoguang: "Are you an artist?"

"Uh, no."

"You gave this work an excellent name. You know, I have always had the feeling that this work is a very successful one, but I always

There is no way to find the connotation that this work really wants to express...""

Talking incessantly, Norberto stood in front of the clay sculpture and looked at it for a while, and suddenly said: "Yes, it's despair. You found exactly the feeling I wanted to express just by looking at it. How did you do it?" Did it?"

Gao Guang shrugged and said, "I've just seen too much. Well, I've just seen too much."

"See too much? What do you mean?"

Lloyd whispered: "Let's do business first, business first."

Lloyd's glance was full of helplessness and reproach, and his highlight was also helpless. He didn't know that a casual flattery could capture Norberto's heart.

Norberto seemed reluctant to interrupt his artistic discussion, but Gao Guang didn't have the patience to talk endlessly about a statue, so he immediately said: "The topic of art is too big and it takes too long to talk about it. We still have Let’s talk slowly when it’s time, okay?

"All right."

Norberto shrugged and said, "Well, follow me."

Norberto led the way. He opened a door and led Gao Guang and the others into a room full of firearms.

There are two worlds inside and outside the door. There is no sculpture behind the door, only a gun rack. On the gun rack is a pistol on one side and a rifle on the other. Inside is a shooting lane of only five meters, a very small indoor shooting range.

Lloyd spread his hands and said, "This place is not as spacious as your studio in Las Vegas."

Norberto said nothing, he just said to Gao Guang: "What gun do you want?"

Gao Guang said without hesitation: "Pistol, I..."

"Okay, hold out your hand."

Gao Guang stretched out his two hands, and Norberto smiled and said: "One hand, the main hand. I never make two guns for the same person."

Gao Guang was very hesitant. He looked at his two hands and didn't know which hand to retract.

After thinking again and again, Gao Guang still left his right hand.

Norberto looked at the high-gloss hand for a long time, then picked it up and looked at it. Then he looked at the gun rack, quickly pulled out a few pistols from it, and placed them on the only table in the shooting range.

"Your fingers are long, but the edges of your palms are thick. Well, try these guns."

There was no target or target. Gao Guang picked up several pistols one after another.

Then he held the gun in various positions according to Norberto's instructions,

Finally, he put it down without firing a gun or changing bullets.

I don’t know what Norberto means.

Finally, when Gao Guang held a gun, shook it, and made an aiming gesture, Norberto suddenly said: "Okay, this is the gun."

Gao Guang looked at the gun in his hand, a Browning 1935 High Power pistol.

Slightly confused, Gao Guang said: "What do you mean?"

"This is the gun that suits you best, so use this gun."

"Wait a moment!"

Gao Guang released the handle of the gun he was holding, and then he said with great confusion and shock: "It's 2019, and you want me to use an old gun from decades ago? Are you kidding me? No, I don't think this is the case. The gun suits me."

Norberto smiled and said: "No, no, this is the best gun for you."

Gao Guang shook his head and said: "No, this gun is a single-action gun, and my fighting style is not suitable for single-action guns. I don't have time to pull the slide and load the gun after drawing it. I need to shoot a double-action gun when I draw it." Understand? I need double action."

Norberto shrugged. He returned to the gun rack and took another pistol.

Gao Guang stood in front of him and said: "Browning Powerful BDA

Double action, this is my final concession. "