Liang Yao, dressed in a colonel's uniform, dusty and carrying a gun, came to look for Walter, which made Walter's heart tighten.

"It can be done tomorrow. Even if I can't finish it tomorrow, you won't come with a gun to urge me to hurry up." Walter muttered.

"You misunderstood, I have some technical questions to ask you about firearms." Liang Yao said and handed the gun to Walter.

"I have never seen this gun before. You seemed to be shooting ducks with a gun by the river a few days ago. Is this the gun you used?"

Walter took the Dresser striker gun from Liang Yao and played with it curiously.

He pulled the bolt and glanced at the firing pin in the chamber.

"If my guess is correct, this is the Prussian Dresser striker gun. I have heard of this gun."

"I heard that you also know a lot about firearms, and you have also provided help to Colt Company and solved their technical problems. I would like to ask you, can American arsenals imitate this gun?" Liang Yao asked.

"But Colt is not interested in the patented technology I provided. They didn't even bother to spend money to buy my patent."

Walter glanced at the drawing of the lever-action rifle in Liang Yao's hand and said sadly.

"I've been to Colt's factory, and I'm quite familiar with the level of firearms manufacturing in the United States. This gun looks very sophisticated. I won't know if it can be copied until I dismantle it. Can it be dismantled?"

"Of course, take it apart!"

Liang Yao said very grandly.

Although Dresser striker guns are expensive, he bought three thousand of them and was willing to dismantle a few of them.
Chapter completed!