"Brother, Xinyu, you two stand a little further back, I'm about to test the gun."
As he spoke, Sheng Xinhua raised his arm and hooked the trigger with his index finger.
Sheng Xinhua was still young after all. He spoke very toughly, but when it came to actually firing the gun, he was a little afraid to watch.
So he turned his face to the side, closed his eyes, gritted his teeth, and pulled the trigger.
There was a loud bang, yes, just one, a very loud noise.
At the same time, Sheng Xinhua felt that his hand seemed much lighter than before. He quickly turned his head and was immediately stunned.
"My gun! Oh dear, the gun I bought for fifteen yuan, how did it get like this?" Sheng Xinhua was almost in tears.
At this moment, all he had left was a deformed piece of wire; the bicycle chain, the bullet casings, nothing else.
At this moment, Chen Feng and Sheng Xinyu also ran over, and they were stunned by what they saw.
No one expected that the gunpowder inside a firecracker would be so powerful that it shattered the matchstick gun.
Luckily, they were far apart. If they had been closer, something might have blown out and injured them.
"Quick, look for them quickly and see where those parts have broken off." Chen Feng saw this and immediately started searching everywhere.
The three of them searched around the open space for a long time but found nothing. Sheng Xinhua was extremely regretful. Looking at the deformed wire in his hand, he was on the verge of tears.
"Fifteen yuan, and I played for two days."
Seeing Sheng Xinhua's expression, Chen Feng wanted to laugh but couldn't, so he had to hold it in and patted Sheng Xinhua on the shoulder.
"Don't get worked up. I just looked at that thing, and I should be able to make it."
"Don't we have a bicycle chain at home? Come on, let's go back and I'll think of a way to make you another one."
Chen Feng was older after all, and the structure of that matchstick gun was quite simple; he could roughly figure out how to make it after seeing it once.
"No, this thing is too flimsy, it's pointless. I want to make a good one. You wait, I'm sure I have a way."
Unexpectedly, Sheng Xinhua became stubborn.
It's just a gun, what's so special about it? He's already figured out the principles, and once he finds the right materials, he'll definitely be able to make an even better gun.
And so, Sheng Xinhua angrily threw away the remaining wire in his hand and quietly returned home with Chen Feng and Sheng Xinyu.
Once inside the house, Sheng Xinhua began looking around.
To make a gun, you first need a barrel, but where can you find a suitable one?
The boy went from the backyard to the front yard, searching inside and outside the house, but couldn't find anything suitable.
Suddenly, Sheng Xinhua's gaze fell on the bicycle outside the warehouse.
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