Chapter 15 - Start of the plan

In the suburbs. On a rainy day, near a small house in the forest, a large row of tables was placed on which lay an uncountable number of different types of weapons, from semi-automatic submachine guns to rifles, as well as large packs of cartridges.

Even with that, a bunch of cartridges that still didn't fit into these boxes, which caused even more to be scattered on the tables, but because of the water drops, some of them were already lying on the ground.

If anyone had seen this treasure trove of weapons, perhaps a mass massacre would have started. But since this place was far from the city, it was quiet here. Well, almost..

*Bang * *Bang* *Bang*

Each shot of the pistol perfectly hit the center of the target. Each target was made of a steel plate, which is often used in bulletproof vests, so the bullet never went through.

At the moment Victor was holding a new HK USP pistol with a silencer. Its smooth, streamlined barrel was made perfectly, so if someone compared the model from the future and what the boy was holding, it was unlikely that anyone would notice a big difference between them..

* Sigh*

Putting the gun next to him on a makeshift box, Victor ran his hand through his wet hair.

Due to the fact that it's raining outside, all his clothes are soaked through, through which you can see his chiseled body

This time he was already in different clothes, instead of what people of that time were used to seeing.

Using materials, he used his ability to create clothes for himself that he liked more. It may look strange to others, but why should he care about the opinion of others?

A black shirt rolled up to the elbow, black trousers, a shoulder holster made of durable leather, everything was done with great dedication, referring to the fact that the person who created it all clearly wanted to show what top-quality clothing means.

At the moment, Victor was in his country house. With the help of small manipulations, he was able to register it for himself, even though he was a minor.

He needed to find a place where he could go about his business in peace, without fear that someone else would be able to see what he was doing.

The boy already has more than 2,000 pounds on his personal account. This is a huge amount that he has accumulated, taking into account all the taxes listed, for several months. Thanks to this, it was not difficult for him to buy this house.

Opening the door, which opened with a loud creak, he entered it, taking off his wet shoes.

Old furniture covered with dust, creaking floors and doors that got on your nerves every time, all this for some reason gave the boy a strange feeling of comfort.

Returning to his office, which was very different from the rest of the rooms, because unlike the others, it was perfectly clean, Victor sat down on a chair in front of his desk.

- "18 HK USP in full working order, 2 defective " - having written something down in my draft, I leaned back in my chair and looked at the ceiling.

Frequent use of the ability greatly affects my mental state. That every time I create something, I have a strong feeling of exhaustion, which sometimes causes me to suffer from insomnia.

After thinking a little, I opened my drawer and took out a pack of cigarettes from there and put one cigarette in my mouth and opened my new lighter made of pure gold.

*Click*

Taking a big breath, I felt the taste of nicotine on the tip of my tongue, which caused a slight feeling of dizziness in my head. It's probably funny to see a 13-year-old kid smoking in his own house.

But at the moment it's probably the best thing at the moment, given the bunch of thoughts in your head that make you feel worse and worse every day.

After stubbing out his cigarette in the ashtray, Victor put away his notebook with notes and headed to the basement.

The passage itself was covered with a large carpet on the floor, which any guest in this house is unlikely to be able to notice this passage, unless of course he does not turn everything upside down.

Using a lamp, he opened the door leading down, where there was a long staircase leading down.

Holding the lamp with his left hand, he began to slowly descend with his right.

The basement was a large 10x10 room with a lot of shelves. On each of which lay something that should not appear for at least several decades.

Looking at the shelves, I couldn't help but think to myself, to destroy it all to hell. But if these things fall into the wrong hands, then the world order can be greatly disrupted. But fortunately, all these things were defective or defective.

Taking out of my holster 2 USP that were lying on my body by the paddle, I put it on a free shelf and sighed.

Unfortunately, the system does not allow me to use materials that have already been used to create an item, so these things will most likely remain here forever.

At the moment, I have a plan in my head that is currently at the initial stage.

And it will depend mainly on whether I will be able to do what I have planned when World War 1 begins or not. In case of failure, I've lost a lot of time on everything I'm doing now, but in the worst case, I could probably die in the war, which is not impossible.

When this thought occurred to me, I felt uneasy. Considering that there is a person waiting for me at home.

Maybe if I didn't have Emilia, I would be able to play in a hurry, but now that this girl is connected to me. I need to act slowly, but at the same time and carefully.

- "Point number 1 - Without a gun in Birmingham, like a bird without wings. * Sigh * I think it's time to go home .." - muttering, I began to climb to the top.