Chapter 10 - Chinese guns

Lisa took me to a room with what I can only describe as a literal trash pit of guns, and even then, this definition won't do justice to how many guns were thrown in that pile. I'm almost 1.75 meters tall and yet the pile was easily two heads taller than me, so yeah, they were busy all of those years without NCR's help. Most of the guns were in fact pipe guns and only a small amount, I counted at least 37 until now were Chinese rifles and pistols, and if I were to guess, the pipe guns came from the raiders that were foolish enough to attack this place.

"What'd you say? Can you fix our quality weapons?"

"Mam, with all due respect, I didn't even touch the guns, how in god's name do you think I could know if those guns are repairable before dismantling them?"

"I don't know, you are the mechanic, not me. Do some mumbo jumbo stuff and find out, how should I know?"

Hearing her response made me roll my eyes, before ignoring the woman. Now I see why she was the guard and no one else. Walking forward, I picked up one of the Chinese assault rifles before going a few meters away from the pile. As soon as I was five meters away from the pile, I deactivate the collar, letting my power inspect the rifle and see what was wrong with it.

Just as I thought it would the same as when I activated to repair the metal cutter, something strange appeared in front of my eyes, a panel telling me what was wrong with the gun and well, more about the gun.

[Type 93 Chinese assault rifle -The Type 93 Chinese assault rifle was designed and manufactured by a Chinese industrial conglomerate for the People's Liberation Army during the Resource Wars, to equip the Chinese infiltrators and American fifth columnists. To this end, it was chambered for the abundant 5.56mm round and utilizes a 24-round magazine. Thousands of these weapons were smuggled into the US for use by Chinese operatives and sympathizers on the East Coast, and many remain functional even two hundred years after the Great War. These rifles are also proven ready for manufacturing in post-War conditions.

|Stats |

Durability: 1/100 (Complete repairs required – suggestion: everything other than the magazine needs to be changed/repaired/upgraded)

Attack power: 11-16 (up to five bullets to the chest for a kill or one headshot for humans might vary due to extensive radiation for some targets)

Attack modes: Single/Automatic (Suggestion: Single fire mode is more accurate however, against multiple opponents the automatic mode might be proven more useful)

Penetration power: Weak –Leather and cheap armored vest kind of penetration

Magazine: 24 bullets

Reload time : 3-5 seconds(can be lowered by various factors)

Value:500 caps ]

I was dumbfounded ready the description of the rifle, after all, it took me almost an entire day to learn how the metal cutters worked, and now, not even a minute. Lisa saw the look on my face and quickly shook me out of my dumbfounded state.

"Are you ok, kid? Did something happen?"

"No, no. It's just, that I remembered something, also the guns, I think I can repair most of them, seeing the vast amount of spare parts that we have here."

Lisa gave me a smile before leaving the room, giving me some privacy or as she called it, time to play with the big boy's toys. As soon as he closed the door behind me, I dashed towards the pile and picked up three pipe guns before returning to the Chinese assault rifle that I left on the floor. The second I entered into the three meters radius of the rifle a new panel appeared in front of my face.

[Parts that can be used for repairs detected. Proceed with automatic repairs or manual repairs?]

Automatic repairs or manual repairs? I reckon that an automatic might repair the gun without my help while the manual would mean that I would have to do the repairs by myself, right?

'Proceed with automatic repairs please.'

[Automatic repairs in progress: ETA – 1 minute]

Suddenly the pipe guns that I threw to the ground, disappeared, while the assault rifle was slowly, but surely getting fixed. Exactly after one minute, the rifle looked better than before, and if that wasn't clear enough the durability showed that.

[Repairs complete – New durability: 62/100]

I would lie if I were to say that I was proud and happy to see that I managed to repair a gun, albeit with the help of my part of me, this power that makes me understand how things work to some extent. Nevertheless, a part of me was grateful to those scientists for giving me such a great means of earning money in this world. A few seconds later, and with a new goal in mind, I got back to work, this time thought, experimenting with how many things I could repair at the same time and if it would take more time that way.

After more than three hours of working and at the cost of more than seventy weapons of poor quality, I managed to repair 27 Chinese assault rifles and 31 Chinese pistols. However, that wasn't all, after my little experiment, I managed to learn that I could repair two things at the same time and thankfully at the same time, well depending on what I was repairing and how many parts were involved in those repairs.

I also got my hands on a rifle that was many times better than the rest and while it was by no means a gauss rifle, it was strong enough to kill a man in two shots with almost double the ammo capacity of a regular type 93. When I walked out of the room, Lisa was reading the same magazine. As soon as she notices me walking towards her, she lowered the magazine before looking at me.

"So, what's the diagnostic doc?"

"Everything is done. Twenty-seven Chinese assault rifles and thirty-one Chinese pistols repaired, sadly I couldn't save the guns you guys took from the raiders since I needed them to repair the better ones."

She didn't even say anything before she run inside the armory only to find that I told the truth. Every single gun was put in the weapons racks, looking better than ever, as if they were brand new. After a few minutes of staring in disbelief at the guns, she turned mechanically toward me.

"Y-you what the fuck are you?"

Auch that hurt woman. I just upgraded your defense and yet you curse me?

"Fuck you too woman. I don't remember cursing your before, so I guess that's how you normally act right?"

"Sorry for that, but what the hell had you done with those guns? They look brand new for god's sake."

"Didn't I tell you? I repaired them, and now you guys have one of the best armories in these parts, heck, not even the Mojave Outpost has so many automatic guns, at least I don't think so."

"How much did that idiot give you for your services?"

"A rifle and a pistol."

"Bloody fool, listen here kid, no listen to her Dante. Leave that idiot to me, for your services take those caps as well as one more rifle. You earned it, no matter what my husband says."

"Husband?"

"Yes, we are married, so let me take care of him if he dares to make things difficult for you."

"Thank you, Lisa. You don't know how much this means to me."

"Don't worry, Dante. I was young once, I know how it is to roam the wasteland, and I'd rather know that you and your green friend have the right gear to face all of the things out there. Now go and enjoy your free time before you walk into Mojave."

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