Chapter 48 Chapter 48 Replica of You
When the two guys, whose air pressure was obviously not too high, arrived at the ROSE WITH GUNS club, the sun was no longer so scorching. The bright heat at noon had mostly dissipated, and the darkening sky was burned red by the setting sun.
Chen Luan has come here quite often in the past two years. Sometimes he comes here to help Wu Ning part-time, sometimes he comes here just for fun, and sometimes he cosplays as a maintenance worker to do maintenance and repairs on those antique firearms.
The waiter at the gate who was in charge of greeting people had already recognized Chen Luan's car and trotted over from a distance: "Coach Chen is here."
"Is Sister Ning here?"
Chen Luan got out of the car, threw the keys to the young man to park, and walked inside with Jiang Ling and Jiang Xun.
"We received a new batch of guns this afternoon. Sister Ning and Brother Zhou should be in the warehouse checking the goods right now."
"Okay. Thanks."
It was not convenient to bring Jiang Ling and Jiang Xun into the warehouse, so Chen Luan asked them to wait in the lounge first while he went to find Wu Ning.
The underground armory was still the same.
Chen Luan moved skillfully between the rows of shelves in the basement, his eyes sweeping over the antique models with a cold, hard metallic luster one by one.
It was like meeting old friends one by one.
There was a tinkling sound coming from not far ahead, mixed with Wu Ning's clear voice, and a male voice occasionally speaking in a low voice. Judging from the voice, it should be Zhou Pei.
Turning around a large display shelf on the top of a Gundam basement, Chen Luan saw two familiar people.
Zhou Pei was still wearing a spotless haute couture suit, holding a stack of invoices and a pen in his hands.
Seeing Chen Luan coming over, his eyes fluctuated noticeably. He adjusted his glasses and smiled at him: "Chen Luan."
Wu Ning had her hair tied up in a high ponytail today, with her goggles lifted up and stuck on top of her head. She was wearing a camouflage gray tactical suit and a pair of black Martin boots. She was leaning over with her hands on her hips, pointing and admonishing a young employee who was installing a new storage rack. As she shook her head, the curly ends of her hair swept across her shoulders.
From the back, he actually looks a lot like Jiang Mingming.
Jiang Mingming is like this, often wearing a gray camouflage tactical suit and a high ponytail. When she is not on the battlefield, she likes to wear goggles on her head as decoration.
When Chen Luan was still young, Jiang Mingming used his shoulders as a pillar to lean on with his elbows.
When Chen Luan grew taller than her, she began to poke Chen Luan's forehead with disdain, feeling that she had lost a useful handrail.
"Chen Luan! You're here."
The figure that only appeared in dreams turned around and gave Chen Luan a bright smile.
Two completely different faces.
The illusion instantly dissipated like ripples in the water.
"Before I even got close, I heard you seem to have turned into a peashooter again."
Chen Luan came closer with his eyes narrowed, and his gaze swept over the employee who was squatting on the ground and handling the storage racks. He looked unfamiliar, and it seemed like he had never seen him before.
"Why are you so angry? Who offended you?"
"Don't mention it. I brought back some new merchandise this afternoon and was about to put it on the shelves when I came in and saw this guy—"
Wu Ning poked the back of the boy's head with his finger, almost laughing in anger: "You installed it all backwards."
The handsome young man in employee uniform rubbed the back of his head and chuckled embarrassedly, while speeding up the process of removing the screws.
"How dare you laugh! The new product will be officially launched tomorrow." Wu Ning slapped him on the back of the head: "You are not allowed to go home tonight if you don't finish the installation! Dad said I can't find anyone to help you."
"I got it, sis! I'll stay up late tonight and finish it for you."
sister?
Chen Luan's gaze fell back on the young employee's face.
"They don't look alike, Chen Luan. He takes after his father, and I take after my mother."
Wu Ning smiled with his eyes curved as he pulled the squatting boy up, resting his elbow on his shoulder, their faces close together. "Well, if we don't tell anyone, no one will know that this is my brother."
The young man in her arms turned to Chen Luan and smiled shyly: "Hello, my name is Wu Che."
After a pause, he continued, "I've seen you."
Chen Luan and Wu Ning looked at him together.
Wu Che grabbed the back of his head with his hair, feeling a little embarrassed: "A few years ago, when we went to the military academy for a trial class, I was already differentiated..."
Chen Luan: “?”
I remember now.
He had just arrived at that time and a teaching accident happened on his first day at work.
It turned out that the "young master of the Wu family" who almost collided with him and Jiang Ling was the person in front of him.
Wu Ning, not knowing what was going on, looked at this and that and asked, "You two... know each other?"
"Not really, I've just seen it." Chen Luan laughed and shook his head.
Wu Che clasped his fingers and whispered what had happened to Wu Ning. After hearing it, the latter slapped him on the back of the head.
"Wu Xiaoche! Have you ever gotten me into trouble like this? I only know that you crashed your plane at school early and nearly scared me to death, but you didn't mention that you also implicated others!"
Wu Che lowered his head and stammered, "You didn't ask—"
Bang!
Another slap on the back of the neck, strangling: "Have you apologized yet?"
"I never went to military school after that, and I never had the chance... I'm sorry!"
Seeing that Wu Ning's eyes were becoming more and more strange, Wu Che quickly slid down to his knees and bowed to Chen Luan.
Chen Luan was a little distracted watching the interaction between the two people.
He seemed to see some of his own and Jiang Mingming's shadows in the way the Wu siblings got along.
I miss it so much.
Chen Luan blinked to pull his thoughts back from their wandering state, and smiled somewhat helplessly:
"Goodbye. No one could have imagined such a split in advance, and he didn't mean to do it."
"Didn't you say there was something good for me to play with? Where is it?"
As soon as the topic of guns was brought up, Wu Ning's attention was quickly drawn to it.
She threw her brother aside and told him to quickly reload the shelves. With bright eyes, she pulled Chen Luan's arm and walked outside: "Come!"
Zhou Pei, who had been silent for a long time after saying hello, followed behind and his eyes fell on Chen Luan.
The latter was wearing a black sleeveless T-shirt today, with a necklace hanging on his chest, gray-blue jeans, a decorative chain hanging in his waist buckle, and a pair of sneakers on his feet.
There is a black headband under her hair in front of her forehead, and two sports wristbands on her hands, one red and one blue.
He looks like a college student.
"You don't seem to come here much recently. What are you busy with?" Zhou Pei asked, but frowned slightly the next second.
He has... a scent that was deliberately left by the alpha, and it must have been no more than ten minutes ago.
Still two.
What do the two children from the Jiang family mean?
Declare sovereignty?
"I'm a bit busy." Chen Luan took a piece of candy and bit it, then said slowly in a lazy tone, "I'm busy making holes in soda crackers, filling chocolate chips in Quduoduo, and curling instant noodles."
Jiang Xun bought the sugar this morning.
Zhou Pei lowered his head and smiled, without asking any more questions.
He was used to it. Chen Luan would usually talk nonsense like this when he didn't want to answer.
"You have quite a lot of business, then. Do you have any more sugar?"
Chen Luan raised his eyelids to look at him, and smiled with the corners of his lips curled up: "Want to eat?"
"No. Boss Zhou has the money, so go buy it yourself."
After saying that, Chen Luan turned his gaze back to Wu Ning's back, the white lollipop stick dangling at his lips. "What did Sister Ning order? She called me over to check it out before it even hits the shelves."
"I have no idea."
Chen Luan paused, looking at Zhou Pei with a "don't tease me" expression, raised his eyebrows and said with a smile: "The manifest is still in your hands. Don't tell me that you were so angry at Zhou Jing that you had a cerebral thrombosis and can't recognize the words anymore."
Yes, Zhou Jing made big news in the second-generation circle a while ago.
That group of bastards played tricks on a young master who came from a military background and pretended to be a civilian to study at a media college to avoid trouble. His alpha sister brought a group of big men and broke his leg. He is still lying in the hospital.
Even so, Zhou Jing's injuries were minor, and several of the instigators have not yet been released from the ICU.
Fortunately, nothing really happened to the young master, otherwise it would not be just a leg.
Zhou Pei has been extremely worried about this matter these days because the other party doesn't want any money at all. Zhou Pei went to apologize in person several times but was turned away.
When Zhou Jing was mentioned, the atmosphere around Zhou Pei was almost immediately shrouded in a layer of resentment, and the resentment was so great that it could almost feed a hundred evil sword immortals.
"I did check the manifest, but I don't recognize the gun models written all over it, which are all numbers and letters. They don't match the real ones... Also, can we not mention him?"
Zhou Pei pinched his brows, which immediately ached when he heard the name, and thought that maybe he shouldn't have gone to study in another place, which led to him being spoiled like this.
It's ruined.
It would be better to strangle him to death so that he doesn't cause trouble every day.
Ha ha.
Chen Luan looked at Zhou Pei, whose eyes showed a calm madness, and felt sorry for him for half a second.
Fortunately, my two children are very well-behaved and never cause trouble.
He stretched out his hand towards Zhou Pei: "Give me the list of goods, I'll take a look at it myself."
But just as he took the cargo list and had no time to flip through it, Wu Ning's voice came from the front.
"What are you two plotting in the back? Come over and help—"
"Here I come."
So Chen Luan threw the bill of lading back into Zhou Pei's arms and ran towards Wu Ning.
At this time, Wu Ning was standing in the carriage of a transport truck outside the warehouse that had not yet unloaded its cargo. He was struggling to pull out a large box that was as tall as a person from the pile of packed cargo boxes.
There were other small boxes stacked on top of the big box, and they were about to fall and hit someone because of Wu Ning's movements.
"Be careful—"
Chen Luan jumped onto the car in two steps, held on to the other boxes that were shaking on it, and watched Wu Ning slowly pull out the big box that looked very heavy. The edge of the box fell to the ground with a dull sound, raising a cloud of dust.
Wu Ning gently placed the other end of the box on the ground, fished out a box cutter from his pocket, and handed it to Chen Luan. He lowered his chin and said, "You open it."
"Me?" Chen Luan didn't know why he was asked to open the door, but he still took the knife and did as he was told: "Okay."
The boxes were packed tightly, layer upon layer, with cardboard boxes, wooden boxes, anti-collision layers, leather suitcases and soft cloth wrapped like a melancholy onion.
When Chen Luan spent some time dismantling the suitcase layer, he already had a premonition in his heart.
Until he opened the box and lifted the soft cloth.
The familiar black gun body with a metallic luster came into view.
But this gun has no traces of time, nor does it have that special, unique mark.
This is a brand new gun, reproduced using modern technology.
——The replica of the antique model that Wu Ning mentioned on the phone.
"The prototype gun has been in disrepair for a long time and many small parts are damaged. It can no longer be fired, so it can only be collected and exhibited."
Wu Ning squatted down and patted the cold, hard gun body. He looked at the somewhat dazed Chen Luan and smiled with a raised eyebrow: "I know you like it, so I asked someone to make a replica of it. Let's go to the shooting range and try it out?"
Almost all the club employees who were familiar with Chen Luan and even some old customers knew that Chen Luan liked the old AS-3507k heavy sniper rifle that Wu Ning placed in the display case in the lobby.
Because every time he came to the venue, he would go to the front of the booth and look at it for a long time, and even when he was taking a break, he liked to sit on the bench next to the booth.
When I have nothing to do, I like to stare at the heavy sniper rifle.
Wu Ning also thought about buying another one of the same model and giving it to him, but this model is so rare that he has never found it. So he had to settle for the next best thing and ask someone to make a replica for him to satisfy his taste first.
Chen Luan's dry throat rolled, and he controlled his nose, which was beginning to feel sore, before looking up at Wu Ning with his misty eyes: "...Thank you, sister."
No wonder they called him over in a hurry before the product was even put on the shelves.
Wu Ning raised his hand and patted Chen Luan's hair: "Why thank you? You have brought much more profit to the club than this. I should be the one thanking you."
After sending a text message to the twins in the lounge to meet up, Chen Luan put away his gun, picked up the box and walked towards the shooting range with Wu Ning.
Wu Ning took two steps and looked back at Zhou Pei who was still following behind him: "Don't you have a dinner party tonight? Why aren't you leaving yet?"
The latter seemed to have just replied to the message. He put down his phone and took off his suit jacket, hanging it on his arm. "It's not important. I just postponed it. I'll go to the shooting range with you guys."
"You don't know how to cause trouble—"
Wu Ning felt a bit disgusted with Zhou Pei, who had no martial ethics at all and couldn't even hold his arm steady when firing a submachine gun. But then his eyes flicked to Chen Luan's back in front of him, and he smiled knowingly and shrugged, "...Alright. The venue fee will be charged to your account."
"Chen, I've never seen you take money for misusing the venue or the gun."
Wu Ning glanced at the somewhat helpless Zhou Pei, curled his lips and sneered mercilessly: "How can it be the same? Chen Luan is my gold medal coach, and you are that little cookie?"
"Hey. Fine, you're the boss, you're the biggest."
Wu Ning had known for a long time that Zhou Pei had liked Chen Luan for a long time.
Even in the past two years, Zhou Pei hasn't had any new love. It seems like he wants to hang himself on this tree.
But Chen Luan never responded and simply hid when he was annoyed. Zhou Pei, who recognized the reality, tactfully stopped talking about it and only managed to get along with him as friends, which eased the relationship.
The three of them strolled to the outdoor shooting range and heard gunshots from afar.
Wu Ning poked his head over there, took a look, and smiled: "Teacher Chen, your Xiao Qin is here again."
"What do you mean by 'my Xiao Qin'?" Chen Luan was a little amused by Wu Ning's strange choice of words. "He's just my student, not my child."
He knew that Qin Yang would most likely be there.
Not to mention that he comes here every few days on Saturdays and Sundays, as soon as the school is on vacation and the training ground is locked, Qin Yang runs to the club to use the shooting range as his home. If Wu Ning can provide food and accommodation, this kid might be able to stay in the club until school starts.
As soon as he finished speaking, two figures came towards him from the entrance.
"elder brother."
"Chen Luan, why did you come so late? We're almost melting in the sun standing here."
Two young alpha boys, one black and one blue, approached, their eyes passing over Wu Ning and landing on Zhou Pei behind her.
The pheromones collided.
Wu Ning, who is also an alpha, suddenly raised his head.
Such a familiar pheromone.
These are the two smells that Chen Luan often has very faintly.
The atmosphere in the air was a little tense.
The next moment, a mature voice sounded from not far away.
The alpha who was just at the shooting range ran over and stopped in front of Chen Luan with a smile: "Assistant Chen."
Then he looked at Jiang Ling and Jiang Xun, his eyes calm and he said, "Hello, nice to see you again."
The chaotic pheromones in the air began to tear into a mess, and Wu Ning frowned a little unbearably.
She is just a B-level, but now two A-level and two super-A-level players are fighting in front of her!
Ha! Rude and stinky men!
As a beta, Chen Luan could not feel anything. He just felt that the atmosphere seemed very strange.
These people in front of me are not talking, why are they just staring at each other?
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