After settling Hongdou's affairs, Qian Chongling turned his gaze toward the "Divine Craftsman" Lou Gao, whose appearance could give a dwarf a run for his money.
Come to think of it, dwarves were short and skilled at smithing, and so was Lou Gao. Perhaps Lou Gao had been a dwarf from another world in his previous life.
Sensing Qian Chongling's gaze on him, Lou Gao calmly took two lumps of metal from the bracer-shaped Soul Tool on his right wrist and placed them on the table before him.
Unlike Hongdou, who looked utterly bewildered, Qian Chongling's eyes lit up at the sight of those two lumps of metal.
The reason was simple: of the two weapons, one long and one short, the short one looked strikingly like a Desert Eagle, while the long one resembled a Barrett.
One was a handgun, the other a sniper rifle.
Men, after all, liked playing with toy guns when they were young, and liked using guns to penetrate other people's bodies when they grew up.
Qian Chongling picked up the Desert Eagle and, gazing at it as though it were his lover, ran his hand over every inch of the gun.
Rather than the roughness and coldness of iron, he felt a certain warmth and smoothness.
Setting down the Desert Eagle, Qian Chongling inspected the feel of the Barrett sniper rifle and found it much the same.
He could not help thinking, Lou Gao's craftsmanship is pretty good. These two Soul Tools turned out quite well, but I wonder how practical they are.
Qian Chongling asked Lou Gao, "What's this Desert Eagle's range? When charged with soul power, how many bullets can it produce at once?"
"Senior, the Desert Eagle has an effective range of two hundred meters," Lou Gao said.
"As for charging