North American Gunslinger Detective

Chapter 393 Customized Gun

Morgan House, this is the gunsmith studio that Winston introduced, and the owner of this gunsmith studio is Kyle Morgan.

Jimmy drove around. It seemed that the surveillance here was very strict. There were traffic surveillance cameras at every intersection. Jimmy also saw several surveillance cameras around the gunsmith studio building. There was also a surveillance camera at the front door, which was displayed openly and openly.

Place it above the main entrance.

I didn't see the back door, but if Jimmy entered the studio, he should be able to see it. The environment here is really not suitable for sneaking in. If it doesn't work well, he might be allowed to leave an image here.

Jimmy drove away from here and arrived at an unmonitored parking lot. He took out the anonymous phone he bought along the way and called Kyle Morgan. A man's voice came, "Hi, Kyle, Winston asked me to cover for him."

Say hello to you."

Kyle was silent for a moment: "Wait a minute." Hearing footsteps on the receiver, it seemed that Kyle was not in a convenient position to answer the phone.

Kyle: "Say."

Jimmy: "Do you have time? Let's meet and chat."

Kyle: "Time and place."

Jimmy: "The church, the one north of you. Fifteen minutes."

Kyle: "The traces of use are very deep. It seems that you use it very frequently, but the gun itself should not be used for too long, 4 years? 5 years?"

Maybe it was going smoothly, but not long after Jimmy drove, the cars on the road gradually stopped. Looking at this situation, Jimmy knew that there was a problem ahead, either a car accident or the police had blocked the road.

Jimmy: "What you said makes sense, but 357 cannot solve the problem of body armor."

There are various accessories on the shelves in the middle. If the entire gun store were replaced with other items, it would be just a big supermarket. When the clerk saw Kyle bringing people in from the direction of the garage, he didn't ask anything and just pretended they didn't exist.

Same.

Jimmy: "Don't worry, let's talk about you. I'm very curious, how did you determine my identity?"

Kyle: "Then you have indeed used it heavily. The handle of the gun is seriously worn. It may become a little slippery after using it for a while. The rifling problem is not big. It is estimated that it can be used for hundreds of rounds without any loss of accuracy."

Jimmy didn't say his name. He stretched out his hand to signal Kyle to sit down. They sat in the last row. Kyle was obviously very nervous, and he was indeed very young. He looked a little older than Jimmy. He was probably around 30 years old.

He doesn't look very sophisticated.

Jimmy unloaded the bullet again, and then handed the revolver over. He was not worried about the danger. Kyle took the gun and got bullets, enough to kill him dozens of times.

Kyle nodded and did not continue talking.

Kyle nodded and looked at Jimmy. The Jimmy in front of him was definitely not Winston, but when he opened his mouth and said hello to Winston, he must be Winston's man. Thinking of what his father had explained, he also understood that many things had not happened.

It is necessary to get to the bottom of it.

Jimmy thought about it. What Kyle meant was that the local police did not choose large-caliber magnums. If they used large-caliber magnums, the subsequent reports would be really troublesome. The difference between a hole and a pit is still

very big.

Jimmy: "You can get it?"

Kyle: "Antique guns? That's not necessary. According to the Antique Guns Regulations, guns manufactured before 1898 can be bought and sold freely. There is no need to obtain a gun license."

Jimmy sat back in the car, opened the window, and continued to wait. Suddenly, there was a loud gunshot in front of him. The sound was not particularly loud, just like firecrackers far away, but Jimmy had already conditioned his reflexes. Hearing such a sound was absolutely unacceptable.

I will treat them as firecrackers first.

Kyle: "Just customize the warhead. It won't be difficult for you to reload the bullet."

Kyle handed the gun to Jimmy: "Your request is not impossible. I can directly customize a S&W bolt action kit, and then use the Colt Python style for the barrel and gun handle. This can be customized separately.

, I have channels to contact Colt.”

Jimmy nodded, and the two left the church, got in Kyle's car, and drove to Morgan House.

Jimmy loaded the bullet and put it back into the holster. "That means it's no problem. What's the caliber?"

Jimmy smiled and greeted Kyle: "Hi, Kyle. Sit down."

Kyle: "I don't know where you are from, but for a revolver, 357 is enough. If it is larger, it will be hard to say in many cases. Do you know what I mean? I have helped the local police pick guns before.

.”

Kyle suddenly realized: "I understand, you said so much, but actually the most important thing is this, your goal is this."

Kyle nodded: "A small number of warheads are probably fine. There are channels for customizing them."

Kyle: "No, the service life of the revolver is quite long now. 3,000 or 4,000 rounds of ammunition is no problem."

Jimmy frowned, "No, Winston, you fucked me, right? Isn't this yours?" "First time?"

This kind of thing is very common, so Jimmy also stopped and waited in the traffic. Soon a police car drove past the shoulder of the road in the opposite direction with its lights and sirens turned on. Sure enough, his luck ran out, and he didn't know how long he would have to wait this time.

Jimmy shrugged. If it weren't for this modification, he would have used it long ago, just like carrying an antique from more than 100 years ago when shopping.

Before my father passed away, he asked me to contact him once to confirm his identity, and he never showed up again."

The church was not closed, but there was no one inside now. Jimmy walked into the church and came to the corner next to the door. This place would not be seen at first sight by those who came in.

Kyle's eyes almost popped out of his head. Is there such a method?

Jimmy: "You see? I couldn't have this fluidity with a Colt rear tie rod."

Kyle nodded: "I'm not nervous. It's just that this is the first time I've received a call, so I'm a little surprised."

Kyle frowned, but he didn't speak. Jimmy continued: "It can be openly carried and reported, in the shape of a Colt Python, but it must use an S&W push rod and replace the high-strength barrel to ensure more than 5,000 rounds.

The accuracy remains unchanged.”

"Looks very professional. Oh, by the way, just call me Jimmy." Jimmy said with emotion.

Kyle waved his hand: "I still need to investigate the channels. I'm not sure yet whether I can order the goods normally. I'll let you know when I'm sure."

Kyle frowned and looked at Jimmy: "Change like this? The entire structure of the gun has changed."

Jimmy was ready and looked at his watch. There were still three minutes left.

Kyle's brows were no longer furrowed, but felt like his face was distorted.

Kyle took two deep breaths and said, "That's it? Why don't you just buy a Python? Although it has been discontinued, Colt accepts customized ones, but they are just a little more expensive."

Kyle: "Excuse me, what do you want from me?"

Jimmy: "The bullets don't match my gun."

Jimmy walked back to the parking lot, got in his car and left Philadelphia, heading north on Highway 95.

Kyle: "Welcome to my room."

Kyle shook his head: "Sorry, I shouldn't have said this. Since we are ordering a gun, let's go to the store."

Kyle: "Anything is fine."

Kyle was originally very nervous, but when he heard Jimmy talking about gunsmith, he understood his purpose: "Yes."

Kyle: "Just changing the bullet will solve your request. I recommend Sp-10 and SP-12."

Jimmy nodded: "One more thing, I have two antique guns. Can you help me get a gun license?"

Jimmy's mind was racing. The parking lot he was in was only one block away from the Baptist church. Jimmy waited for a few minutes before getting out of the car and walking over.

Kyle continued to sell: "Do you need to look at anything else? I have some adjusted guns here, which should be better than the ones on your waist."

Kyle shrugged, and he reached out and took out two bottles of Coke from the refrigerator next to the tool table: "Coke? This is the only one I have here."

Jimmy nodded: "When the new one is ready, it's almost time for this one to retire and just take over smoothly."

Jimmy: "Sorry, sorry."

Kyle: "You are a policeman, right? You can feel it. It's best not to use .44. Recommended. 357."

Kyle: "Oh, Jimmy, what do you want to order?"

Jimmy smiled and said, "Don't be nervous, I'm just here to order a gun."

Jimmy nodded, loaded the bullet, and was about to take it back when Kyle suddenly said: "Wait a minute, can I see your gun?"

"Boom", a huge ball of flames and thick smoke rose up, far away from Jimmy in front of the highway, at least a few hundred meters away. He immediately unbuckled his seat belt and got out of the car, stood up and looked forward.

The distance was too far and he couldn't see what was going on. Jimmy looked around and saw that he was in the middle of the road. There were cars on the left and right, and he couldn't move at all.

Jimmy: "Sorry, your father..."

Kyle: "I never knew you. Two years ago, after my father was diagnosed, he asked me to take over this store. After I got familiar with it, he told me about another shareholder of our store, who was also my father's benefactor.

, he funded my father to open this gun shop. Later, my father obtained a license and upgraded the gun shop to a studio.

Jimmy: "The person you're talking about is Winston, right?"

Jimmy: "I want to order a revolver."

Jimmy: "No, you don't understand." Jimmy reached out and opened his suit, took out his M686 from inside, opened the magazine and poured out the bullets, and then showed Kyle how to load the ammunition.

Jimmy shook his head and patted the holster on his waist through his suit: "You can't mess around with this one, that's good. Okay, that's all my business. You can let me know when you're ready.

Still calling that number."

Jimmy shook his head: "Those two guns are not real antique guns. They are custom-made by others, Remington 1875 style, but the cylinder and trigger group have been adjusted to the style of a normal revolver."

Jimmy: "What about the business? Custom guns? Modified guns?"

Kyle: "It doesn't matter. He accepted the Lord's call surrounded by his family. He must be living happily there now."

Kyle thought for a while: "It's not impossible, but when the gun license is issued, these two guns need to be registered in our studio. You need to bring them over, and I will make detailed records for the record, otherwise the information will be incomplete.

If so, it will be very troublesome later.”

Kyle took Jimmy's revolver and started observing it, focusing on the handle and magazine, and finally looking at the rifling from the front.

Jimmy followed Kyle and opened the door at the back of the store, entered the warehouse area, and walked around twice more before arriving at Kyle's studio.

Jimmy: "OK. This can also solve my problem. If the bullets arrive, let me know and I will come over and try. By the way, how much does it cost?"

Jimmy: "Okay."

Jimmy: "Really? I thought this gun was almost at its limit."

Jimmy: "Why?"

The walls around the gun store are covered with all kinds of firearms, from hunting rifles to shotguns and sporting rifles. Inside the counter are various pistols, semi-automatic pistols and revolvers, and even some antique-looking guns.

Kyle: "He passed away, almost two years ago, from liver cancer."

Jimmy: "Do you and the store have all the licenses?"

Kyle took Jimmy into the gun store through the small door on the side. The front part here looks like a standard American gun store. The front door and the side door on the garage side are equipped with access control. There is an additional door frame on the front door.

You can't see the glass, but in a place like this, it's most likely bulletproof glass.

Jimmy: "By the way, use Magnum bullets, .44."

Jimmy was silent for a while. He didn't know if Kyle was reliable. He didn't seem to be a good choice. "Kyle, are you a gunsmith?"

The car went directly into the private garage, and Jimmy got out of the car wearing sunglasses. Fortunately, the surveillance was only on the outside, not inside.

This is a tool room. The space is very large. It looks like fifty or sixty square meters. There are lathes and other tools that Jimmy can't recognize. Combined with Kyle's relaxed feeling after entering this room, Jimmy instantly feels like Kyle.

Kyle matches this room so well, it seems like everything here is an extension of Kyle.

Kyle hung up the phone. It could be heard from his voice that he was a little nervous. Moreover, Jimmy also heard that his voice did not seem to be old enough to allow Winston to give out his contact information. In theory, he should be very

This shouldn't happen to a person you trust? He gets nervous after just a phone number. What's wrong with him? Is he being threatened?

Kyle sent Jimmy away from the Morgan House. Jimmy could tell that Kyle was a little nervous at first, but when he returned to the studio, he completely returned to normal. Jimmy was not sure whether he was really reliable.

But he believed that Winston was not so unreliable, so he believed in Winston and this Kyle.

Jimmy reached for a can, but there was no straw. He wiped it with his hand before opening it.

Jimmy: "3 years."

Kyle: "Well, I took over this store from my father two years ago, and that's when I learned some things."

A young man entered the church. He looked inside at the door and found no one. Then he turned and looked outside the church, and then walked into the church. He entered the church and started to look around, and then he saw the people in the corner.

Jimmy "Kyle."

Kyle nodded: "No problem. Say hello to Winston for me."

Jimmy got out of the car again. Some people in front of him had already gotten out of the car and ran backwards. He did not run backwards, nor did he push forward against the crowd in front. He just stood by the car and looked ahead.

There were a lot of sounds of pistols, and based on the fact that a police car had just passed by, there was a high probability that the police car was confronting someone in front of it.

The sound of gunfire gradually died down. Jimmy took out his badge, took out the chain and hung it around his neck. However, he did not rush directly to the front, but moved forward little by little. This time he came out without his own car or equipment bag.

, no rifles and body armor, safety first.

After approaching the battlefield, Jimmy first stayed behind a car and shouted "FBI, don't shoot." Then he emerged from behind the car and held up the FBI badge to signal. The police hiding behind the two police cars in front saw Jimmy's badge.

After that, he turned to the front and continued to shoot to suppress them.

(End of chapter)