RNP Chapter 59 A Bad Premonition
Chapter 59 A Bad Premonition
"Get out of the way!"
Lanius knocked over the vendor carrying a basket, his eyes scanning back and forth between the soot-blackened brick walls.
Ignoring the screams and curses behind him, he only hoped he could go even faster.
He felt he had never run so fast before.
Those damn substitutes have been chasing him for a long time.
It's like a hyena, you can't shake it off no matter how hard you try.
He had never been this disheveled in his entire life.
"stop!"
Lanius's knuckles brushed against the brick wall, scraping bloody flakes of skin off the rough surface.
The sound of a copper whistle behind him tore through the thick fog, and six beams of light from kerosene lamps swept across the alleyway. He could even hear his own heartbeat, the pounding of his heart between his ribs making his eardrums ache.
"Why did this happen?" He spat out a mouthful of blood, the gunshot wound on his left shoulder tearing open as he ran, dark red blood seeping out.
Three figures in black uniforms flanked from the right. Lanius used the wall as leverage to leap up, and thanks to the physical attributes of a Sequence 8 Extraordinary, he easily cleared the wall in front of him.
Unfortunately, his physical abilities were no match for the Stormpath Punishers behind him.
"No, we absolutely can't go to the train station."
Tingen train station was not far in front of him, but given his current situation, it was impossible for him to escape by train as planned.
The sound of the executioner's boots was already approaching, so Lanius immediately changed course and rushed into the bar street next to the train station. The terrain there was complicated and always piled up with all kinds of goods, making it a good place to hide.
He hurried to an alley next to a tavern and found it filled with all sorts of odds and ends.
Without a second thought, he rolled into the gap between the two piles of crates in front of him—this was the unloading dead corner of the tavern's kitchen, and the rotting vegetable leaves made a sticky squelching sound on the soles of his shoes.
"Search him! He can't escape!" A hoarse roar mingled with the scraping of guns.
Lanius bent over, trying to shrink his body into a fetal position, and rotten vegetable juice flowed down his collar into the wound.
He bit his trembling knuckles with his teeth, the smell of blood mixed with the surrounding stench of decay washing over him.
……
He heard someone come to the box.
The footsteps suddenly stopped.
"Snap!"
The revolver's hammer made a crisp metallic sound, and Lanius's pupils contracted as the canvas above his head was lifted, and he screamed wildly in his heart.
Why did this happen! Why is fate treating me like this!
Lanius simply couldn't understand why he was exposed so quickly this time. Even if there were some imperfections in the details of his fraud, it was still too fast!
The fall from heaven to hell can happen in a single day.
He had already fallen into despair, but unexpectedly, the substitute punishment officer cursed and kicked away an empty wooden crate beside him: "Damn rat!"
The footsteps were heading in the wrong direction.
Time seemed to pass very slowly; a minute passed... five minutes passed... twenty minutes passed.
Only after all movement ceased did Lanius emerge from the hole at the bottom of the crate. He tore off a vegetable leaf covered in an unknown liquid and spat on it.
"hateful!"
Enraged, Lanius suddenly remembered a bomb that had been left behind. His expression shifted from fury to a ferocious grin.
"Ha ha ha ha!"
"They all want me dead!"
"Sure!"
"You and this city will all be buried with us!"
……
Perhaps due to his recent repressed experiences, Lorne fell into a strange state of depression after copying Russell's diary.
Cats are so carefree... Lorne sighed as he looked at Rachel, who was still lying on the bed.
Having pets is so easy, you don't have to worry about anything.
Recently, he has been working non-stop and is under a lot of mental stress.
This feeling of being overwhelmed and unable to breathe reminded him of how he felt during exam weeks.
But unlike before, failing an exam might at most result in failing the course, but mishandling an extraordinary accident could be fatal.
In this recent state of constant travel, he even felt that part of his "machine" potion had been digested.
"I'm in such a passive position right now..."
The hidden presence, the notebook, and the female "assassin" from Backlund—too many things lingered in Lorne's mind.
Clever Box…
This extraordinary item suddenly came to mind.
Perhaps it can offer some inspiration.
But after a moment, Lorne shook his head; he now doubted the box's accuracy.
Last time, he used the magic box to find that notebook.
Following the instructions on the note in the box, they went to Iron Cross Street, but not only did they not find the notebook, they also encountered an extraordinary accident.
A whole host of other messy events followed.
While the steps provided by the box may be incomplete, the fact remains that the objective was not achieved.
Moreover, this magic box consumes a lot of spiritual energy, and each time it is used, one's condition deteriorates significantly, which is unacceptable for Lorne, whose nerves are already under constant tension.
"well"
Lorne knew he was in a state of inescapable anxiety. The long-standing unresolved situation was gnawing at his nerves like rusty gears.
This situation is actually easy to alleviate; just find something to do.
Distracting yourself is a good way to deal with anxiety. This is also why creating a fake notebook works.
"Perhaps I can get a more suitable weapon." This thought came to Lorne's mind, considering that "Phantom" might misfire at any moment.
The idea of getting a more suitable weapon for self-defense had been in his mind for a long time.
But the weapons of this era didn't really suit his aesthetic.
"Perhaps I can copy... and design one."
At this moment, Lorne recalled his identity as a mechanical and electrical engineering student.
Although we didn't study pure mechanics, we still shared some basic knowledge.
After having this idea, the first thing that came to his mind was his favorite gun before he traveled through time—the Winchester M1887.
This gun, the same model used by the governor, left a deep impression on him.
There's no way around it, the lever-operated reloading system is just too cool. The mechanical beauty of it is an attraction for men that words can't describe.
Moreover, shotguns in this world are still at the level of double-barreled fire, so the lever-type Winchester can be said to be a huge improvement.
He picked up a pen and quickly scribbled something on the draft paper in front of him.
However, what was drawn was less of a design drawing and more of a rough concept diagram. It only showed the general structure of the basic mechanism, without any specific parameters.
But there was nothing that could be done about it; Lorne had stumbled upon these gun designs while browsing videos on his phone.
For videos to pass review, simply explaining the basic structure is already the limit. If you were to reveal all the specific parameters, the platform would probably be in trouble.
The reason for choosing shotguns is that, compared to other submachine guns and machine guns, shotguns were more in line with the industrial capabilities of this era.
Before the journey, some people said that AKs were easy to make, that a small workshop could make them by hand, but those were all rumors. The main advantage of AKs lies in their reliability and maintainability.
As a mechanical engineering student, Lorne knew very well that building an AK required highly advanced industrial equipment and systems, and that most of the AK's parts were stamped out, a technology that did not yet exist in this world.
In Lorne's view, without taking into account extraordinary factors, the world's industrial level does not even reach the level of World War I.
After all, tanks existed during World War I, but the world was still using steam.
Winchester was born in an era that was very much in line with the level of industrial development in the world today.
Most importantly, a revolver's firepower is nowhere near as powerful as a shotgun.
Owning a shotgun with extraordinary power would provide an unimaginable sense of security.
"Bang!"
He suddenly made a trigger-pulling motion at the air, a self-deprecating smile playing on his lips.
"Ha, I feel like I've really become a follower of the god of steam and machinery."
He suddenly remembered the shares of the arms factory he had inherited from his cheap father.
If he could actually build and mass-produce this gun, he'd definitely make a lot of money. This gun was already very popular in his original world; he didn't think its sales would be bad in this one.
"However, the blueprint specifications in this world are definitely different from those in the original world."
"Oh well, I'll have to change it later anyway..."
After several hours, a simplified design sketch of Winchester appeared before Lorne's eyes.
creak...creak...
The wind made a slight noise as the window creaked open, bringing him back from his sense of accomplishment. He went to the window and felt the crimson moonlight, unconsciously frowning.
"I have a feeling that something bad is about to happen."