Kael shrugged his shoulders and reached into the fridge next to the workbench to grab two cans of Coke. "Coke? I only have this here."

Jimmy reached for a can, which had no straw here; he wiped it off with his hand before opening it.

Kael: "I never knew you guys. Two years ago, after my father was diagnosed, he let me start taking over this store. After I became familiar, he then told me about another shareholder in our store, who was also my father's benefactor. He funded my father to open this gun store, and later my father obtained a license and upgraded the gun shop to a workshop."

Before he died, my father had me contact him once to confirm his identity, and then he never appeared again."

Jimmy: "The one you're talking about, that's Winston, right?"

Kael nodded, looking at Jimmy. The Jimmy in front of him was definitely not Winston, but since he started off by sending Winston's regards, he must be one of Winston's people. Remembering what his father had charged, he understood that it was not necessary to delve too deep into many things.

Jimmy: "I want to order a custom revolver."

Kael frowned, but he didn't speak. Jimmy continued, "It should be open carry and registered, in the shape of a Colt Python but with the push rod of an S&W, and a high-strength barrel to ensure the accuracy remains unchanged after more than 5,000 shots."

Kael's frown wasn't just deepening, but his whole face seemed to be twisting.

Jimmy: "Oh, and it needs to use Magnum bullets, .44."

Kael took two deep breaths. "Just this? Why don't you just buy a Python? Although it's discontinued, Colt still accepts custom orders, it's just a bit more expensive."

Jimmy: "No, you don't understand." Jimmy reached into his suit, pulled out his M686, opened the cylinder, tipped out the bullets, and then demonstrated to Kael how he loaded them.

Kael's eyes were nearly bulging. There was such a method?

Jimmy: "You see? If I use Colt's yoke, I can't achieve this smoothness."

Kael suddenly realized, "I see now; of all the things you said, actually, this is the most crucial, this is what you're aiming for."

Jimmy nodded, reloaded the bullets, and was about to put them away, when Kael suddenly said, "Wait, may I look at your gun?"

Jimmy unloaded again, then handed the revolver over. He wasn't worried about danger; if Kael went for the bullets, Jimmy had time enough to die dozens of times.

Kael took Jimmy's revolver and started examining it, focusing on the grip and the cylinder, and finally looking down the bore from the front.

Kael: "The wear is quite severe, it seems you use it frequently, but the gun itself hasn't been used for too long, four years? Five years?"

Jimmy: "Three years."

Kael: "Then you indeed use it extensively. The wear on the grip is quite severe; it might become slippery if used any longer. The rifling is fine though, I estimate a few hundred shots can still be fired without any drop in accuracy."

Jimmy: "Really? I thought this gun was almost at its limit."

Kael: "No, the lifespan of revolvers is still quite long nowadays; 3,000 to 4,000 bullets is no problem."

Jimmy nodded: "When the new one is ready, this one will be just about ready to retire, giving a smooth transition."

Kael handed the gun back to Jimmy: "Your request is not impossible, I can order a S&W action kit directly, then use the Colt Python's style for the barrel and grip. This can be done as a separate order, I have connections that can reach Colt."

Jimmy loaded the bullets back and put away the gun. "Then that's no problem. What about the caliber?"

Kael: "You're a cop, right? I can tell. Then it's better not to use .44, I recommend .357."

Jimmy: "Why?"

Kael: "I don't know where you're from, but for a revolver, .357 is enough. Anything larger, often times it can get tricky; you know what I mean? I've helped local police pick their firearms before."

Jimmy considered for a moment; Kael's point probably was that none of the local police chose large calibers. Taking on his own role, using a large caliber Magnum would likely make any subsequent reports quite problematic; there's a big difference between a hole and a pit.

Jimmy: "You make a good point, but a .357 can't solve the problem with a bullet-proof vest."

Kael: "Changing the bullet should meet your needs. I recommend SP-10 and SP-12."

Jimmy: "Those bullets don't match my gun."

Kael: "Custom bullets can be made, and reloading shouldn't be a problem for you."

Jimmy: "Can you get them?"

Kael nodded: "A small amount of bullets, no problem, we have channels for custom orders."

Jimmy: "OK. That could solve my problem. Let me know when the bullets arrive, and I'll come to test them. By the way, how much?"

Kael waved his hand: "I still need to check the channels. I'm not sure yet if we can successfully order them. I'll let you know once I confirm."

Jimmy nodded: "Another thing, I have two antique guns, can you help me with a gun license for them here?"

Kael: "Antique guns? Shouldn't be necessary, according to the antique gun regulations, guns manufactured before 1898 can be freely bought and sold without a license."

Jimmy shook his head: "Those two aren't real antiques, they're custom-made Remington 1875, but the cylinder and trigger assembly have been modified to a regular revolver's configuration."

Kael frowned at Jimmy: "Such modifications? That completely changes the structure of the gun."

Jimmy shrugged, if it weren't for that modification, he would have been using it himself, just walking around with a century-old antique.

Kael thought for a moment: "It's not impossible, but after issuing a gun license, those guns will need to be registered under our workshop's name. You will need to bring them over, I have to record them thoroughly, otherwise it could be troublesome later on."

Jimmy: "Fine."

Kael was still pitching: "Need anything else? I have some adjusted guns here that might be better than the one you're carrying."

Jimmy shook his head—he patted the gun holster on his side through the suit—: "This one shouldn't be messed with, it's good as it is. That's all for me, let me know when you're ready, same number."

Kael nodded: "No problem. Send my regards to Winston."

Kael escorted Jimmy out of Morgan's house. At the beginning, Jimmy could see Kael was a bit nervous, but by the time he returned to the workshop, he was completely back to normal. Jimmy wasn't sure if he was really reliable, but he trusted Winston wouldn't be so unreliable, so he trusted Winston, and thus Kael too.

Jimmy walked back to the parking lot, got in his car, and left Philadelphia, driving north on Highway 95.

Maybe because everything had been going smoothly, it wasn't long before the traffic gradually stopped. Seeing this, Jimmy knew there was a problem ahead, either an accident or the police had blocked the road.

It was quite common, Jimmy also stopped and waited in the traffic line. Soon, a police car with its siren and lights on drove past on the shoulder of the road, indeed, his good luck was up, now it was just a matter of how long the wait would be.

"Boom", a huge flame and thick smoke rose, far ahead on the highway, at least a few hundred meters away from Jimmy. He immediately unbuckled his seatbelt, got out of the car, and stood up to look ahead.

The distance was too far to see what was happening, Jimmy looked around, he was in the middle of the road, surrounded by cars, completely immobile.

Jimmy got back into his car, rolled down the window, and continued to wait. Suddenly, there was a burst of gunfire from the front, not very loud, similar to distant firecrackers, but Jimmy had a conditioned reflex, not likely to mistake them for firecrackers.

Jimmy exited the vehicle again, some people ahead had already run back, he didn't run backwards nor did he push forward against the crowd, but just stood by his car looking ahead.

Many sounds of handguns, and considering that a police car had just passed by, it was probably the police engaging someone upfront.

The gunfire gradually decreased. Jimmy took out his badge, hung its chain around his neck, but he didn't rush forward, instead, he moved forward bit by bit. This time, he hadn't brought his own car, no gear bag, no rifle, no bullet-proof vest, safety first.

After getting closer to the battlefield, Jimmy first stood behind a car and yelled "FBI, don't shoot", then peeked out from behind the car, raising his FBI badge in gesture. The police hiding behind the two police cars ahead only then turned forward to continue shooting, keeping them suppressed.

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