Princess Fischl

Chapter 65

The result of the search for the couple was a radio, a revolver, an aluminum alloy baton, a protective vest and a five-meter rope.

- Oh, Smith & Wesson model thirty-seven, lighter than the thirty-six. Since 2000 it has been adopted by the Japanese police instead of the Nambu. It is also widely used in America, among the police and private security structures. - Kota said enthusiastically.

- A five-shot thirty-eight caliber cartridge, suitable for both revolvers and self-loading pistols, as well as carbines. - Takashi decided to be smirking. - Hirano, do you know how to use it or have you only read thematic magazines?

- A couple of years ago, my father took me to America for the summer, where I lived with his friend, a veteran of the American-Vietnamese war. He had his own ranch, and we would go to a shooting range every day. - the guy smiled calmly. - So I managed to get acquainted with many types of firearms.

- Hmm, a basic training course or sniper training? - Takashi asked.

- No, just shooting. - Having accepted the weapon, Hirano began to look noticeably more confident. - But I am familiar firsthand with many, many types of weapons.

- It's a pity, some specific knowledge and skills wouldn't hurt us. Do you know how to take care of weapons?

- Do you really think that a battered soldier cleaned the guns after me, and didn't throw his own on me as well? - laughed Kota. - Are you interested in weapons, too?

- I'm not interested, but I can shoot. - Takashi shrugged. - As a craftsman, I perceive it simply as a tool for self-defense and attack, nothing more.

"Otaku, fucking otaku," Takagi said loudly, but everyone ignored her.