Firearm Analysis

"Don't touch it carelessly. Can you afford to pay if you scratch it?"

Just then, a woman stepped out of the Porsche. Looking at Chen Mu, she immediately started cursing him fiercely.

"You drive such a piece-of-junk car, yet you dare touch mine!"

"..."

Chen Mu's face darkened. The woman was around forty, though she was dressed fashionably. He had not expected her to be so overbearing.

"Dumb bitch..."

Chen Mu rolled his eyes. Following the principle that less trouble was better, he prepared to leave.

"Fuck you! Who did you call that?!"

The woman had sharp ears. She heard Chen Mu mutter and stormed over in a few quick strides, glaring at him aggressively.

"Say that again if you've got the guts!"

"Dumb bitch!"

Chen Mu had lived long enough to hear such a request for the first time, so he granted her wish and said it again.

"You little bastard!"

The woman was clearly furious. She actually raised her hand, intending to slap Chen Mu.

"Damn it, are you looking to die?!"

Even a clay figurine had some temper. Chen Mu easily dodged the woman's slap, then slapped her backhandedly, sending her hat flying.

"Y-You dared to hit me?!"

The woman was plainly shocked that she had been hit. Pointing at Chen Mu with a trembling hand, she cursed, "My husband is the Public Security Bureau Chief, and you dare hit me?!"

"Psycho!" Chen Mu sneered. The Marvel World was not exactly peaceful. Even if one or two people died, it would not seem all that strange.

Fortunately, this woman lived in peaceful China. If she had been in America, acting this arrogant and unreasonable, she would have been beaten to death countless times by now!

"You!"

Watching Chen Mu leave, the woman's face was full of resentment. After being slapped, she clearly could not swallow her anger. She took out her phone and began making a call.

Meanwhile, Chen Mu ignored the woman and went straight into the shooting range. Compared to that idiotic woman, the firearms here were clearly far more appealing to him.

"How disgusting. Who knows how much powder she had caked onto her face..."

As he wiped the foundation off his hand with a tissue, Chen Mu could not help complaining in disgust.

After paying, Chen Mu arrived at the range. A dedicated instructor accompanied him, responsible for teaching him how to use the firearms throughout the session. Naturally, this was also for safety reasons.

After all, private ownership of firearms was prohibited in China. Most people who came to shooting ranges were simply there to have some fun, but there was no ruling out the occasional idiot who might try to walk off with one...

Of course, the instructor's main job was still to teach people how to use firearms. After all, most Chinese people could not even find a gun's safety, so how were they supposed to fire it?

Thus, a burly man stood beside Chen Mu as well. He was Chen Mu's instructor.

"Kid, with this many guns, your hand will probably swell up by the time you finish the ammunition."

The instructor was named Mou Gang, a retired soldier. Looking at the row of firearms prepared behind Chen Mu, he could not help saying this.

On the table behind Chen Mu lay a neat row of firearms, most of them European and American models: M4s, M16s, AKs, P92s, revolvers, and more. There were over a dozen guns and several hundred rounds of ammunition.

With the powerful recoil of firearms, it would be strange if an ordinary person's hands did not swell after firing them all.

"It's fine. I'm just here to have some fun."

Chen Mu had spent quite a bit of money. His eyes gleamed as he looked at the various firearms, and he answered without concern.

"Suit yourself. Which gun do you want to try first?"

Customers who paid were gods. Mou Gang naturally did not care. He had already said what needed to be said. If anything went wrong, it would not be his problem.

"This AK. I use it a lot in games."

Chen Mu directly pointed to the gun at the very end, which was also the most classic model.

"Mm, this is the bolt. Before firing..."

Of course, Chen Mu's main purpose in coming to shoot was not merely to "have a blast." He wanted the technology behind these firearms. He could analyze them from a distance, but the finished products he made would be somewhat weaker.

Simply put, they would be knockoffs.

Although Chen Mu had obtained the Huaqiangbei System, that did not mean he intended to follow the knockoff route. Chen Mu's goal had always been to become better. If he was going to make something, he would make something better—better than the original!

That was why he had come to shoot: so he could touch these guns. Once he completely analyzed them, he could research and develop improved versions.

As for the burly man standing beside him, Chen Mu naturally did not care. Under Mou Gang's guidance, he began firing with great enthusiasm.

The analysis progressed quickly, and so did the production. The several hundred rounds were fired in no time, and Chen Mu finished analyzing all the firearms. He even took the opportunity to use the system to produce two guns and place them in his storage space.

Speaking of which, the Huaqiangbei System's production space was truly impressive. Not only did producing items consume no materials whatsoever, its storage space was also extraordinary. As long as an item had been independently produced, it could be stored without limit.

While Chen Mu was firing, he had also activated Huaqiangbei's production line. A SCAR and an M4 now lay quietly in his personal space.

At the same time, Chen Mu was conducting research upgrades on the M4.

"All right, get some rest."

After Chen Mu used up the ammunition, Mou Gang spoke to him. He was rather surprised; he had truly met someone who was not afraid of hand pain.

"Your hands should be having a hard time driving now. Rest for a while. There's a lounge over there. Go get something to drink."

Seeing Chen Mu shaking his hands just as expected, Mou Gang said with an amused smile.

"I'll clean up here. You can just go over."

"Thanks."

Indeed, Chen Mu felt that both his hands had gone somewhat limp. His right hand especially had obvious swelling around the wrist. Chen Mu nodded. In this state, he truly was not suited to drive, so he headed toward the lounge.

In the end, his physique was still too weak...

Too weak?

"Right, Xiao Ai, can the system produce Captain America's Super Soldier Serum?"

Thinking about his physical condition, Chen Mu could not help asking curiously.

"There is no technology-based item that Huaqiangbei cannot produce!"

Xiao Ai answered bluntly, her words full of pride.

"So as long as I get close to Captain America, I'll have a chance to obtain the Super Soldier Serum?"

Chen Mu's eyes lit up at those words. Thinking of Captain America, who was known as the one who could always force a fifty-fifty matchup in Marvel, his eyes brightened.