When Cheng Bin comfortably took a hot shower and lay alone on the luxurious bed arranged by Emily for him, he started a pleasant dream trip.

In a very luxuriously decorated office in Maple Leaf Town, Glova Jugashviri, a senior commissioner of Sod and commercial consul in Maple Leaf Town, was standing next to a long table, looking at the things placed on it.

"What you see now is an m16 automatic rifle made in prehistoric times."

Sod's senior appraiser Conan Golesworthy in Maple Leaf Town said.

Because many precious items from prehistoric times can always be harvested on the wasteland, Sod Company sent him here to take charge. In terms of quantity, Sod Company's senior appraisers are much less than those of senior specialists, and naturally they are much more precious.

After all, if necessary, anyone can become a senior specialist. Only the senior executives of the relevant company can go through the process. The power of the specialist is guaranteed by the company's board of directors, and the process that a senior appraiser needs to go through is much more complicated. At least no senior executive can give a person the corresponding professional ability by appointment.

But from an administrative level, the senior appraiser is just a technical supervisor, and he still needs to obey the arrangements of the commercial consul, so he tried to be called out from bed early in the morning to Conan, but he still conscientiously introduced what he saw to Glova.

"Look at the barrel of this gun." He pointed to the rifle on the table with his right hand wearing white gloves. "This is a specially made heavy barrel. Pay attention to the inscription here, which means it is made by Colt. I didn't find the production date of this batch number, but based on the number of batch numbers, it should be more than sixty years away... But the entire gun is still in good condition, and it is obvious that its owner is very attentive to maintain it."

Glova listened very seriously and tried to suppress the impatientness in his heart. This is why he was unwilling to deal with technicians. They always couldn't grasp the key points, but they had a very bad temper and were unwilling to be interrupted.

It was not until Conan's chatter finally came to an end that Glova seized the opportunity and asked, "So how is the performance of this gun?"

"Ah! Sorry." Although Conan is a senior technician, he still has basic emotional intelligence. Of course, he knows that what he just said is of no value to Glova. More than practicality, his words are more suitable for those who have a lot of money and are interested in prehistoric weapons.

Of course, Conan's long speech just now was not so happy to see the hunt, but rather a revenge for Glova dragging him out of bed before dawn. After all, although not many guns from prehistoric times have been preserved, they can still be seen frequently. The m16 is not a particularly precious gun, which means that the A4 model with extended and heavy barrels can arouse his interest slightly.

After all, compared with the more common m4 rifles, especially the m4 carbine, the standard m16 body is already long enough. With the special weighted and lengthened barrel of A4, the length of this gun has reached a new height, even exceeding some sniper rifles with shorter gun bodies. Even in the prehistoric era, the troops equipped with this type of rifle were relatively special.

"This is a good gun." Conan concluded: "High accuracy, long range, and great lethality. In fact, you look at the holographic diffraction mirror next to you." He said: "At that time they called it hds, which could provide quite accurate target indications, so this gun can be used as a sniper rifle."

Speaking of this, he suddenly remembered the corpse of a mutant beast he bought yesterday. It was a vegetarian mutant beast.

Generally speaking, vegetarian animals are generally less courageous and more susceptible to frightening, especially the sensory organs of mutant beasts are more sensitive than ordinary beasts, so hunters usually find it difficult to hunt complete mutant beasts. In most cases, mutant beasts caught by hunters either fall into traps or are shot to death during the escape process. Basically, the appearance of the corpse is relatively miserable. This is also the reason why he gave a high premium when he bought the mutant beast's corpse yesterday. Although the most valuable part of the mutant beast is its internal organs, a complete mutant skin can still be sold at a good price from the nobles of the royal capital, especially when the fur of this mutant beast is still very beautiful.

The reason why the fur of the mutant beast was completely preserved was that it died because it was pierced by a bullet that penetrated its brain. The bullet flew in from one eye and flew out from the other eye, and was shot and killed, neatly.

To be honest, this kind of shooting technique not only requires both eyes of the animal being shot, but also requires the hunter's shooting skills and the stability of the gun. None of the three is indispensable.

If we consider the sensitive sensory organ of the mutant beast, Conan suspects that the young hunter pulled the trigger at least three hundred meters away.

After pausing for a while, Conan retracted his divergent thoughts and continued to explain to Glova: "This gun only has a single shot and three shots, and I remember the information said that the interval between the three shots after the three shots is relatively long."

"So?" Glova asked, "It's not for melee?"

"Instead of saying this, I personally prefer to think that its users are confident of killing their enemies at a long distance."

Conan gave the conclusion. Although this conclusion was already obvious in his opinion, the senior appraisers would not give controversial answers due to professional habits. It was too unsafe for the appraiser himself. After all, his judgment just now was only based on normal inference. It was entirely possible that the owner of the gun just happened to get it and had to leave it because there was no other choice.

"I know you're more interested in people who have these things," Conan said. "You look at these again."

He pointed to the several pieces that were placed separately on the corner of the table, and said, "This is c4 explosive." He picked up another different packaging, "I don't know what this is. The text on it is rare. It is used by Eastern countries in prehistoric times. I guess this is another explosive with different properties from c4."

"Don't worry." He said this, he noticed Glova's expression and comforted: "These are all electric detonations, which are very safe."

Finally he picked up another small flat box, "This is a single-soldier battlefield communication equipment, part of the prehistoric individual combat system, usually distributed to soldiers, and can be used to communicate short-rangely."

He raised his finger and pointed upwards, "We can also use the near-Earth satellite network of that era to do a lot of things. Unfortunately, it has been turned off, and I don't know how to get it to power on."

"In fact, there are some interesting things in these things you find, but based on these alone I can conclude that its owner may be a professional soldier, at least a soldier with professional training."
Chapter completed!