The Life of a Gangster That Started In a Gun Shop

Ye Qing believed that if he really thought of the mighty, powerful and mysterious dragon in the eyes of the Westerners. It was made into a short tail, and the "greeting" to greet him is definitely not much better than shooting bullets in the dragon's butt.

But there is always a way to solve this problem, if the carving of the dragon's tail is wrapped around the sleeve. It also seems a little inappropriate.

Throwing it to the top of the sleeve, it is not very beautiful, not to mention, it also seriously affects the shooter's aiming line of sight. Even if the appearance is modified, Ye Qing feels that he cannot make the firearm lose its original attributes and functions.

Otherwise, is that still called changing a gun?

Thinking about this troubling question, Ye Qing held an M1911 pistol in his hand and put his thumb on the round hammer. After pulling it down, then pull the trigger with the index finger, release the sear and let the hammer hit the firing pin at the rear of the sleeve with a crisp sound.

Ye Qing rolled the pistol in his hand like a walnut for a while, but Ye Qing, who was still unsuccessful, smoked a cigarette in annoyance. He then threw the pistol on the table, locked the door and walked downstairs.

"Hey, Riley. Come here, there's something I want to talk to you about."

It's still early, and Riley, who has just arrived at the store, is preparing to clean up the bar table. He heard Ye Qing calling himself at an empty table.

"Boss, what's the matter?"

"Sit, it's your job. You should have listened to Harris, I got a job from the CIA. So now the bartender in the store needs you to do it. These days, you can do it too. Very good. I want to increase your salary by a thousand dollars a month, then you will be a bartender, and I will recruit another waiter, how about?"

After hearing what Ye Qing said, Riley just smiled and nodded. The working hours remain the same and the wages can be increased. No one will refuse this kind of thing.

Seeing the back of Laili leaving, Ye Qing suddenly felt a little disappointed. As the oldest of the three employees, the most quiet Laili, although she used to take her back to school every night before. But the number of conversations between the two was minimal.

After smiling to himself, Ye Qing said hello to the few customers who had just entered the store, and exchanged a few words with each other. Then went back upstairs.

The M1911 pistol was still lying quietly on the table, and Ye Qing would not be able to use it for a while. Since the equipment didn't arrive, the ceramic guns couldn't do it either.

After a while of doing nothing, Ye Qing chose to lie on the bed in a bit of annoyance. Under the setting sun outside the window, the two old men on the wall actually looked a little sacred? !

With a self-deprecating grin, Ye Qing put these grotesque thoughts behind her. He stared at the ceiling blankly, imagining over and over in his mind if there was a real dragon.

So what should it look like when it takes off? What about its tail?

Is it vertically downward, falling into the air? Or is it a drag that is relatively parallel to the body? Or is it bent upwards and collapsed to exert force?

This is destined to be a fruitless answer, because dragons only exist in people's fantasy. In a daze, Ye Qing fell asleep at an unknown time.

In the dream, the giant dragons seemed to travel back in time. They kept repeating the action of taking off, and they had different shapes. Among them, the strong person kicks his legs, and his body rises rapidly at a large inclination angle. As sharp as a fired missile, its tail is pointing straight down.

Among them, the mediocre ones run a few steps with their legs on the ground. Then the wings flipped, and the huge body glides forward smoothly. Its tail is dragged straight. Like a scabbard arrow.

In this crowd of noisy giant dragons, Ye Qing's eyes suddenly turned to a remote corner. There, there was a skinny-looking young dragon, looking enviously at the clansmen who flew away.

Compared with those sturdy dragons, this little man seems to be malnourished. The huge dragon wing bones on its back are particularly conspicuous. It seems to be very tired, so tired that it doesn't even have the strength to lift its wings.

Its neck stretched forward, looking up at the departing clan. It seemed to know that it was about to be abandoned, its mouth opened wide, and it screamed with all its might.

The pair of beautiful golden pupils also disappeared. Instead, it was full of blood red, and its posture was strange. His legs were on the ground, his wings were on the ground, and even his tail was bent downward in a weird way. Support the ground with the thickest part of the tail and curl the rest inward.

Only its head has been looking up at the sky. It seems to want to fly hard, and its tail and limbs simultaneously throw itself up.

Kelong's bloated body was always firmly tied to the ground by gravity.

Gradually, all the dragons left. Ye Qing was also frightened.

It was already dark outside, and the computer screen in the room that had not been turned off emitted a faint blue light. At this moment, Ye Qing, who was lying on the bed, saw the M1911 pistol on the edge of the table above his head.

The gun was leaning against the edge of the table, looking from Ye Qing's point of view. Just in time to see that small hammer, right in front of his eyes.

Ye Qing finally knew what to do!

Ye Qing, who was suddenly inspired, got up from the bed and turned on the lights in the room. He sat down beside the computer excitedly and began to draw the pattern.

The faucet is placed at the position of the muzzle, no longer parallel. Instead, design an inclination angle, so that the faucet carvings installed outside look like looking at the sky. The mouth is wide open, and the middle of the upper and lower parts is just aligned with the place where the bullet pops out of the chamber.

Above the somewhat hideous dragon head, there is a gap in the pupil. Later, Ye Qing plans to use ruby ​​to replace the dragon's pupil. The bulge on the forehead, take the opportunity to walk over the sleeve, so that it is parallel to the front sight of the sleeve.

In the later stage, if you want to avoid the shooter and misread the indicator, Ye Qing plans to add a layer of fluorescent green paint to the front sight.

The lines continued to move backwards, slowly outlining the dragon's body. Unlike ordinary dragons, this dragon on Ye Qing Spear looks a little thin. But this is just right for the small operating space of the pistol, and the whole picture looks more harmonious.

Then there are the dragon wings that extend down toward the handle. The scales on the dragon wings just form the non-slip grooves of the grip clips. At the lower end of the dragon wing, there are two dragon feet that extend downward from the bottom of the grip.

It took Ye Qing some effort to draw this area. Due to the picture in Ye Qing's mind, the dragon's wings and feet are grounded at the same time. In this way, the picture of dragon wings stacked with dragon feet should not only pay attention to the sense of layering, but also ensure the sense of picture, which is slightly more difficult than other parts.

The last step is to strike the hammer, which is the part of the dragon's tail. Before drawing this step, Ye Qing drew an extended dotted line at the bottom of the sleeve on the CAD to simulate the minimum height of the sleeve's rear seat. The hammer is designed so as not to interfere with normal firearm movement.

The design concept of the hammer naturally comes from the abandoned little dragon in the dream. When the dragon's tail meets the body, it is when the hammer and the firing pin collide. The tail is lifted slightly upwards, bent downwards and curled because of inability to do so. This resulted in a new hammer with a different appearance than the original.

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