MM Racing Chapter 329 Tracy: That gun...
Chapter 329 Tracy: That gun...
Chapter 329 Tracy: That gun...
Bayam, a bar location.
"Brando's shipment is quite popular, huh?"
Danitz leaned against the bar and tilted his head back to take a big gulp of the spicy liqueur from the bottle.
The arms deal went exceptionally smoothly. The rebels were full of praise for the brand-new weapons and ammunition, and even placed an order for the next batch on the spot.
To show their sincerity, they actually paid the full amount this time!
Having spent so many years at sea, Danitz had never seen these penniless natives pay in full for anything!
"Good products sell well," Danitz sighed, letting out a burp.
This isn't entirely the fault of the locals. Most rebel groups or local armed forces are already lucky if they can get their hands on some old firearms discarded by the Rune army or reloaded ammunition of varying quality. The reliable, high-specification new ammunition and parts from the Brando factory are considered top-of-the-line products by them.
"Damn, this seems like it's too cheap." He took another swig of wine and suddenly felt that the price he set this time was a bit unfair.
"No, the price must be increased by 20% next time!"
"Hehe, at this rate, two more rounds and I'll be able to pay off all my debts!" Danitz grinned foolishly.
"When I get back to my hometown, I'll buy the whole town! I'll show that old man and all those guys who used to look down on me what they're made of!"
"Ha ha!"
He picked up a "Ripper" javelin from the table beside him and twirled it in his hand with a showy air.
"Brando is actually quite something. Could he actually be a follower of the god of steam and machinery?" Danitz couldn't help but think, looking at the exquisitely crafted weapon in his hand, full of mechanical beauty.
He had already successfully sold off these shotguns. He kept one for himself, and a few knowledgeable crew members on the Golden Dream who had some spare cash bought a few more. The rest, he sold through intermediaries to weapons shops in Bayam and on the high-end black market.
"That guy, 'Iron Man,' laughed at me before. I'm not selling to you! Go buy it on the black market if you want to, pay a higher price!"
In Tracy's room on the Black Death, the heavy curtains were drawn tightly shut, preventing any sunlight from penetrating. Only a faint candlelight flickered in the darkness, casting an ambiguous glow.
Through the dim candlelight, one could see a beautiful figure wearing only a silk nightgown, tossing and turning on the soft bed.
A few minutes later, she reluctantly removed the familiar men's jacket from her cheek, hugged it tightly to her chest, and then sat up lazily.
"Brando's flavor—hehe, it's always so captivating."
Although she had long passed the Sequence 6 stage, she now craved some kind of comfort more than ever before.
Unfortunately, she no longer has a real partner.
That person—has already left her side.
"Brando————"
The thought of that name instantly brought a deep sense of remembrance to Tracy's eyes. There were beautiful memories, painful ones, regrets, and a burning hatred for her own powerlessness—
Then came the unwarranted misplacement of anger.
"Hmph, that bitch Edwina, if I see you again, I'll definitely kill you!" Tracy gritted her teeth, a ferocious look appearing on her beautiful face.
Several months ago, she had an encounter with the "Golden Dream" near the Misty Sea.
Unfortunately, she let that woman get away. That bitch's magic was more difficult to deal with than she had anticipated, and in addition, most of the enemy's core crew members were on the ship, while although she had more people, her first mate and the others were not with her at the time, so she was unable to stop the enemy.
"You already have a whole boatload of men on your ship, and you're still not satisfied—you want to steal mine too!"
"It's all her fault! If it weren't for her, Brando would have willingly come with me! I wouldn't have—I wouldn't have knocked him unconscious in a moment of panic—" Her voice lowered, carrying a hint of barely perceptible regret.
"Brando—wouldn't have left me then!"
"It certainly won't end up like that later on—" Her nails dug deep into her palms, causing a sharp pain, but also pulling her back from the brink of losing control.
A few minutes later, after barely suppressing her agitation and calming herself down, she took off her nightgown and began to change her clothes.
She was still wearing her signature white linen shirt, her long legs encased in well-fitting beige trousers, and on her feet, a pair of women's boots. The only difference was that her usual dark red coat had been replaced with a clearly ill-fitting black men's jacket.
This outfit looks strange, but on Tracy, it has an incongruous, morbid beauty, as if proclaiming some kind of obsessive possessiveness.
"Today, it's time to oil it up again."
After changing her clothes, she seemed to remember something and carefully took out a strangely shaped shotgun from beside her pillow.
She gently stroked the cold gun barrel with her fingertips, her eyes unusually tender.
Aside from the coat she was wearing, this gun was the only thing Brando left her.
These days, she personally maintains it every now and then, and has never used it, cherishing it to the extreme. Of course, a few times she couldn't resist using it as a "side dish" to relieve loneliness.
Once everything was ready, it was time for the routine inspection.
As captain, although she didn't have to do everything herself, she still had to make necessary inspections. She put the gun back beside her pillow, then opened the door to let the sunlight and sea breeze in.
The inspection process was no different from before. The sailors below deck still secretly sized up their beautiful and dangerous captain with eyes that were a mixture of longing, desire and fear.
However, when she arrived on the deck, she noticed a group of sailors gathered together, seemingly watching something amusing.
"How about it, isn't it cool?" An ordinary sailor proudly held up a brand-new "Ripper" and showed off his "special skill" of reloading with one hand to his companions.
Putting aside the cost-effectiveness, this flashy move itself can serve as the best promotional gimmick for this gun.
"Where did you get that gun? It's so cool!"
Hearing his companions' praise, the sailor became smug: "Isn't it cool? This is a top-of-the-line item I got in Bayam at a high price! It cost me over twenty pounds!"
"Let me see that gun."
A clear, cold, and unquestionable command suddenly came from behind them.
"The ship, Captain!" The surrounding sailors stared in surprise at the sudden appearance of Tracy, and immediately fell silent in fright.
"Captain—we haven't been slacking off, it's rest time now, so—"
Ignoring the explanations of the sailors around her, Tracy's gaze was fixed on the strangely shaped weapon.
"The Ripper".
"Give me that gun." Her tone became more forceful, revealing a hint of urgency.
"Okay—okay, Captain, here you go—" The sailor was startled by the sudden low pressure emanating from the captain and quickly presented the gun with both hands.
Tracy took the "Ripper" and carefully ran her fingers over every detail of the gun.
"They look so alike, they're practically identical!"
Same design, same structure, they're both shotguns —
This gun is exactly the same as the one Brando left behind!
Because she frequently maintained and "closely handled" the gun, Tracy knew every part and structure of it by heart.
The only difference is that this one is much more refined. The one Brando left behind has very obvious signs of hand-polishing, many details are rough, and its ergonomics are not very good.
However, the one in my hand was much more refined; every part fit perfectly, and the surface was smooth. It was clearly a mass-produced item that had undergone repeated modifications and adjustments in the factory. "How is this possible—"
Tracy had investigated Brando's gun long ago, trying to find clues about its origin. Unfortunately, all her investigations yielded nothing. No, not even in the markets of Bayam, nor in the entire Northern Continent, had she encountered a weapon like it.
In addition, given the obvious handcrafted marks on the gun, Tracy had always suspected that it was most likely designed and made by Brando himself.
She always believed it was a unique treasure, one of a kind in the world, and regarded it as a special bond that belonged only to the two of them.
But now, mass-produced products with the same design have appeared!
Brando!?
She immediately thought of the name that haunted her dreams.
Tracy's pupils contracted sharply.
"Where did this gun come from?" She looked up, staring intently at the sailor, and demanded sharply, "Speak!"
"Yes, it was bought from Bayam's weapons shop," the sailor stammered.
"Which company is it? Tell me everything you know!"
"Yes, it's the biggest one in the West End, the famous Caesars's property." The sailor dared not hide anything. "It's said—it's said that this gun is the latest one produced in Backlund, so it's quite expensive. I bought it for 22 pounds, and that doesn't even include the bullets—"
Backlund — Tracy was the first to spot this key location.
Brando seems to be a native of Rune, and Backlund is the capital of the Kingdom of Rune.
Now, weapons personally crafted by Brando have suddenly appeared in mass production models in Backlund.
Could it be that—
A possibility that nearly stopped her heart suddenly popped into her mind.
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