8 Chapter 8 - let those pitiful bottles shake with fear

For 4 years, until reaching his age of 10, Brandon continued his attempts to craft something, using the tools and materials that Marcus brought. For example, he made an irrigation system to water the farm, helping to lighten the burden of his family. He also used the materials he found to make a small wind generator that produced the electricity he needed so much. After that, he built a water purification plant that helped produce such valuable water in this wasteland. Naturally, it was bulky and did not produce water on an industrial scale, but this was quite enough for their own needs, as well as for selling a couple of bottles to traders.

You should have seen their faces when they saw that we were selling them water, most likely they felt sorry for us, because they believed that we were giving away the most important things for the caps. After that my status as a mechanic was entrenched in the family and no one joked about it. [Congratulations on obtaining the special skill: Labor made a human from a monkey]

[You thought with your head, worked with your hands and did something useful that will come in handy in these wastelands.]

[Labor made a man out of a monkey: it allows the host to use the fusion skill, which merges things similar in purpose and structure, thereby increasing the state of the first thing.]

Upon seeing this update, Brandon immediately thought about how the game was being repaired. Deciding to try it out, he took 2 metal plates and used the skill. After that, the second plate turned into some kind of gray liquid and began to pour into 1 plate, after 10 seconds Brandon was holding the only ideal metal plate in his hand. In disbelief, he began to examine her and eventually discovered several defects. He found that fusion works the same as in the game, where he took a 45% quality pistol and combined it with another 20% quality pistol of the same quality, the output was a 65% pistol. Yet when you think about it, this skill is really powerful. In the game, he could only repair weapons and armor, but here he has a whole world at his disposal. In the future, he will no longer have a problem with materials. For example, having found several cars, he will be able to assemble many fusion core or even his own car. With a grin, Brandon began to think of the endless possibilities he had.

On his 12th birthday, Marcus came with a nice present for Brandon - an BB gun.

-Brand. You have already grown a lot and it is time for you to learn how to defend yourself, although I cannot teach you some great shooting skills, but I have already met the raiders several times, so I consider myself experienced in this matter.

-Thanks, Marcus.

The boy sincerely thanked him, because after this training he will be able to have real weapons and finally he will be able to make better quality barrels than they have. Prior to that, none of his family trusted him with this business, although he asked about it more than once.

The next day, Brandon and Marcus stood apart from several bottles.

-Look Brand, rest your shoulder on the butt, close your left eye, aim with your right eye, when you aim, you shoot while exhaling, so you will have more accurate shooting, due to the fact that this is not a firearm, you will not feel a strong recoil, but in in the future you will need to learn how to control the recoil of the weapon.

-I understand, Brother.

-Well, that's basically all you need to know about weapons, then only your own practice goes.

After listening to Marcus's instructions, Brandon began aiming at the bottles. After 2 seconds, he exhaled and pulled the trigger.

* Poof *

* Bam * A shot sounded and glass bounce, he hit.

[Congratulations, level 1 mediocre shooting skill has been achieved]

[And let those pitiful bottles shake with fear]

Ignoring the system's taunts, Brandon looked at Brother. Marcus said

-Wow, the first shot at the target, well, beginners are lucky, continue.

With a grin, Brand shot down the remaining 9 bottles with quick shots at various distances. [Congratulations, mediocre shooting skill has been upgraded to level 5 and evolved into primitive shooting 1 shooting]

[Congratulations, primitive shooting reached level 6]

Brandon looked at Marcus again, but he had only a frozen face with an open mouth, after a while he came to his senses and said.

-Hmm, well, then you can not only dig in the pieces of iron, tomorrow we will go to Bedford Station, at your age I was forced to walk through all the ruins with only a crooked pistol, hiding from mutated animals, you are lucky, because now with you there will be an incomparable Marcus. He grinned.

-By the way, take this, it's not the best in the wasteland, but it will do for self-defense and do not waste ammo, I have only 37 pieces left for it.

Marcus held out his hand with some strange weapon like a pistol made of some kind of wood and metal and a rusty pipe wrapped in duct tape in the center. Brandon's eyes shone and he snatched it from his brother's hands along with the bullets. As he said, not the best, but it will come in handy for self-defense, especially since you can do almost everything from this, from an automatic pistol to a sniper rifle.

-Wait, this is your old weapon, and from what then you will shoot. Marcus grinned and opened his leather jacket to reveal a holster with a 10mm pistol

-Where did you get it?

- At Jerry, we collected a lot of caps from the sale of water, so I decided to make a new thing for safety. Brandon gave Marcus a dismissive look.

-What ? Do you feel sorry for a few caps on the Big Brother, who teaches you to shoot?

Brandon didn't answer verbosely

-Spender!

[Pipe Gun]

[Damage - 9]

[Magazine - 12 rounds]

[Weight-2.3 kg]

[Cost - 20]

[Once a year and the stick shoots]