That would be easier.
But if you are a blacksmith, you have to solve things in a way that suits you as a blacksmith to shine.
“Instead of such an ignorant method, I will give you a solution. Then what will you give me?”
Martin’s eyes darted around like crazy.
It was anger beyond excitement.
Just two days ago, Martin was the king of this forge. Now, a rolling stone named James is trying to dislodge the stone that’s stuck there.
James actually didn’t do anything, but his presence got on Martin’s nerves.
I was the only one sinking into a sense of crisis.
furthermore.
‘Now even Asian kids are ignoring me.’
Martin glanced around and threw the gloves he was holding on the ground.
“Fuck, if you have a solution, I’m your little brother from now on, you little yellow bastard.”
“If not, then I become your younger sibling?”
“Fuck you. You’re going to be my slave.”
Martin’s speech becomes rough as he gets excited.
Max nodded willingly.
“Then let’s do the same. Let’s make the loser a slave. You are the witnesses.”
Everyone just watches Martin’s expression.
The owner of the blacksmith shop was George, but strangely enough, it was centered around Martin.
‘I’ll take that center away for you.’
The blacksmith shop will continue to be useful in the future.
Max pushed Martin to keep him from getting out.
“The solution, or the terms of the bet, is to use lead without producing defects like the ones we have now. And to obtain a passing grade from the client who commissioned the gun repair. Do you agree?”
“You son of a bitch, you only lived in your mouth.”
“First, let’s spit out the rag in our mouths.”
Although you couldn’t see it, steam was coming out of Martin’s head.
Be that as it may, Max continued, grumbling.
“I’ll tell you the solution now, so go and get the supplies.”
“……You little brat!”
“If you want to become a slave, you have to adapt in advance.”
“Is this really crazy!”
Unfortunately, Martin didn’t have a gun. So, even though he was angry, his eyes secretly wandered towards Max’s pistol.
‘If I had a gun, I think I’d win?’
Max snorted and spoke to George.
“Can I take a look at the blacksmith shop for a moment?”
“Huh? Oh, of course.”
George nodded with a blank expression.
Max walked past Martin and into the forge.
George Russell’s blacksmith shop makes iron tools necessary for daily life.
Horse hooves, farm implements, and extensions for personal use at home were the main products.
Max was more interested in the equipment that made the products than in the finished products.
Anvil is the basic tool, and there are also vise, tongs, drift, slitter, center punch, bit tools and chisels to secure materials to the workbench.
Just then, Max’s eyes caught sight of a pair of pincer-like castings that could create four round lead bullets at the same time.
‘Pour in the molten lead, and once it’s made, just cut off the part that sticks out like the top of an apple…’
A bullet is made. Then, a paper cartridge is filled with gunpowder and a lead bullet is inserted, completing one bullet.
What an easy process.
‘But there are too many disadvantages.’
Like the rifles brought from Fort Leavenworth, lead bullets were problematic.
The history of firearms development is the history of loading speed.
In terms of the extremely fast reload speed, misfire rate, and accuracy, it was advantageous to make the bullet first.
‘Bullets are more urgent than guns.’
Even when catching a gangster, the third shot was a dud.
Isn’t that a dizzying moment just thinking about it?
Max came to the blacksmith shop to solve this problem. He only knew the theory, but he was not a blacksmith in his past life.
Max collected five pea-sized lead pellets and placed them in a small bowl.
At this point, James approaches quietly and asks softly.
“What on earth are you trying to do?”
“You should just be able to see it. But why is that guy Martin acting like that? The real owner is George.”
James said with a small sigh.
“He’s surprisingly skilled, despite his looks. He’s said to be able to do all the difficult work by himself. Because of him, the military even gives him guns.”
“There was a reason George was so nervous.”
‘I need to change my plans.’
If Martin is a great blacksmith, shouldn’t he be improving relations instead of trampling on him?
As Max solidified his bearings, James asked.
“But is there a real solution?”
“well.”
“Oh my.”
James’ face is filled with anxiety.
Given Martin’s personality, it was obvious that he would definitely try to turn him into a slave.
But what James was worried about was that Max might kill Martin if things went wrong.
‘If you don’t want to become a slave, you must kill me…’
I hoped that wasn’t the case, but there was a part of me that was hoping for it. Martin was a thorn in James’ side, too.
When you feel anxious and uneasy,
Max whispered something softly.
The content was a drawback of the copper warhead.
‘Why are you telling me that out of the blue?’
After giving a brief explanation to James, who had a blank expression on his face, Max went out of the forge.
Then he handed out the existing lead bullets to each person.
Everyone waited for Max to speak with puzzled faces.
“Okay, first, grind the surface of this lead bullet to about 0.04 inches.”
“0.04 inches?”
It’s roughly about 1 millimeter.
Of course, there are no modern grinders.
The round natural grindstone in the blacksmith’s shop had to be turned by hand.
But there was only one, George used it and the rest had to use the smaller whetstone.
Max also offered a lead bullet to Martin, who was carrying a backpack on his back.
“Rub it really hard, you little shit (Korean).”
“What? You, you punk. I think you just swore!”
“Rub it in even, 0.04 inch increments.”
It’s even more annoying when you say it with a smile. Martin rubbed the lead bullet while grumbling.
‘You must be curious about the results too.’
Martin has been quite meticulous in carving out the surface.
After a while, a lead bullet with a blasted surface was created. Although it was less precise than the machine, it was suitable for plating copper on the surface.
“Now melt the copper.”
You don’t need much. Just the size of a fingernail will do.
Copper was melted and poured into a casting mold. Lead bullets were then placed inside.
In this way, the surface of the lead bullet is coated with copper.
Max lightly sanded down the messy exterior to make it a perfect circle.
As the smooth copper bullet wrapped around lead took shape, Martin’s face began to harden as he watched.
“…… What, what is this?”
Namely, the warhead is Full Metal Jacket (FMJ).
Max held the copper bullet up to Martin’s wavering eyes.
“Okay, shall we try a test?”
“……”
People watched with curious eyes as Max loaded bullets into his revolver.
Two bullets were made by inserting a conventional lead bullet into an oiled cartridge, one with a copper bullet, and the other with a copper bullet. Then.
Crunch.
Push the cartridge into the chamber with the loading rod.
He holstered the revolver with a flashy backspin.
“wow···.”
An exclamation of admiration came out of someone’s mouth.
And at this time.
‘Oriental Gunman?!’
A white young man named Brett, who had been invisible until now, shouted.
“Now I remember! Aren’t you the Asian guy who caught the Five Joaquins gang!?”
“100 million!”
Likewise, Hollen, who had been absent-minded, expressed shock.
The most embarrassed one was Martin.
His face turned pale.
“Is that what you meant when you caught a gang on your way here?”
“Didn’t I tell you who I am?”
James answered George’s question with a pretended indifference.
I didn’t say anything because of the bounty, but it looks like the rumor has already spread.
In fact, unknown to Max and James, the newspapers in Jackson County had been giving major coverage to the Five Joaquins gang case.
That was just three days ago.
Brett fussed, and George looked at Max in surprise.
“I see why that guy, Holiday, hired you.”
Martin, on the other hand, wanted to deny this situation.
‘I must have been lucky to catch it… How can you say that when you’re just an Asian?’
But contrary to my feelings, I was feeling anxious and biting my fingernails.
Meanwhile, a small sigh escaped Max’s lips. Then he narrowed his eyes and looked at Brett, who had interrupted the flow.
Everyone is distracted by the Full Metal Jacket warhead that was brought forward by 30 years.
‘What’s the big deal about that gang?’
Clap clap.
“Okay, that’s not important right now.”
Max, who had been refreshing his surroundings, held out two coins.
“Look carefully at these one-cent coins.”
People’s eyes are focused.
Max tossed two coins into the air from his spot.
at the same time.
bang!
Two gunshots that sounded like one rang out.
Two coins flew around as if dancing, and people’s eyes followed the whereabouts of the coins that fell to the ground.
*
Martin stared at what was in Max’s palm, his mouth open.
One coin was crushed,
The other one has a hole in it.
Honestly, isn’t it a scam to shoot two coins floating in the air with a bullet?
The copper bullets were amazing, but Max’s gunsmithing was astounding.
It proved that catching the gang was no accident.
‘This is fucked up···.’
Martin’s breathing began to become labored.
Max’s bullet course has begun.
“As you can see, the difference in bullets is clear, right?”
Nod nod.
“Lead spreads as soon as it hits, but copper-clad ones spread less. That’s why they have excellent penetrability. And of course, lead won’t stick to the barrel or gun barrel.”
“It’s just covered in copper, but it makes such a difference…”
“No matter what, it’s like that. How can you prove that with just one shot…?”
Martin tried hard to deny it.
“What more can I prove? Do you want to see it for yourself?”
Max’s eyes were ready to shoot at any moment. Anyone with a brain would have easily guessed the results from just the test just now.
Martin had a few things to say in rebuttal, but he couldn’t open his mouth.
If I did that, I really felt like I was going to get killed by Max.
further.
“Tick, tick, tick, tick···.”
Suddenly Max thrust his face into Martin’s and started making strange noises like a crazy person.
“…. What, what are you doing?”
“Your remaining free time before becoming my slave.”
“!”
Partial full metal jacket
Dark circles were rapidly forming around Martin’s eyes. Max glared at him as if driving a wedge into him and opened his mouth.
“Ding.”
“?”
“Free time is over. I’m thirsty, so go get me some water.”
“……”
For a moment, Martin’s face turned ashen.
An era where betting doesn’t end with just betting.
Martin’s breathing became ragged, and the faces of his wife and children flashed before his eyes.
“I won’t tell you twice. Go get some water. If you don’t want to get lost.”
The murderous intent in Max’s eyes.
Martin took a step forward, as if he was paralyzed by fear.
Despite seeing the novel warhead, only silence flowed in the room.
James looked embarrassed, and George and the staff looked fearful.
Max, who came to deliver the lunch box, took over the blacksmith shop.
In a suffocating silence.
Max, who had been glaring at Martin’s back, opened his mouth.
“There is a drawback to the copper charcoal I just made. Does anyone know of one? I’ll give you $10.”
‘This is so out of the blue.’
Brett and Hollen exchanged glances to make sure they hadn’t misheard.
‘Is this question appropriate in this situation?’
But Max is more serious than ever.
The original purpose of visiting the blacksmith was to make usable bullets.
But unfortunately, they only exchanged glances and no one opened their mouths.
But James.
‘Max told me earlier···.’
