My own war game

Chapter 161 Story
"Incredible" Sean's grandfather exclaimed in admiration at the pistol again.

"The shield, lion, and unicorn are the emblems of the Windsor royal family, proving that this pistol was made under royal supervision. The pattern on the bottom is only a rose, without a clover, which means that the original owner of this pistol did not have complete royal power. In order not to exceed the limit, the emblem was slightly missing. It is very likely that the owner was an uncrowned member of the royal family at the time."

"There is a relief of a sword wrapped around a rose on the gun handle. It should have been carved later, representing that the recipient received this weapon because of great military merit."

Then the old man flipped through the gun serial number and saw, "It was manufactured in 1941. There is a unique letter E underneath, which should be the abbreviation of the gun owner's name."

"In 1941, a member of the royal family who had not been crowned. Combined with this initial, there should be only one person who can meet these three conditions at the same time..."

The old man finally let out a sigh and stated his conclusion.

"Queen Elizabeth as a girl."

"Wow~" Everyone in the room except He Chi exclaimed.

Seeing He Chi's unsurprised expression, the old man stroked the gun and said, "Young man, you already knew the origin of this gun, right?"

"Well, the original owner told me about it when I got it, but there was no certificate or anything like that." He Chi did not deny it.

"So can you give me that bazooka?" He Chi brought the question back to the starting point.

"No problem, just like we agreed at the beginning, as long as you take out the best collection, I will give it to you!" The old man patted the big wooden box, and then carefully tried to ask, "Have you ever thought about selling it..."

"Sorry, sir, it's not for sale." He Chi refused without thinking, using the same tone as the old man did at the beginning.

"Well, that's a wise decision. I wouldn't sell such a priceless treasure either." The old man shrugged without any surprise, and then added a condition as a concession, "But can you let me make a mold? This kind of priceless treasure, even a replica mold is extremely valuable."

"That's no problem," He Chi agreed without much hesitation.

A special liquid is poured into the sandbox, and then the pistol is pressed on it. After the liquid inside cools down again, a pistol with a print is taken shape after being demolded.

The old man accepted the mold and handed the entire bazooka box to He Chi, completing the transaction.

"If you have any other good things, you are welcome to come again." This is what the old man said when he left.

He Chi took Lola away, and the second-hand goods store returned to silence. The old man was holding the mold he had just made and was still studying the print on it, while Sean looked at the girl who had disappeared with a look of loss on his face.

"Why don't you just catch up with her, or at least tell her what's on your mind," the old man said behind his grandson.

"I, I don't feel worthy of her, and..." Sean responded embarrassedly with his head down.

"Hey, my grandson, hesitation will only hurt you. Speak out bravely and at least you will have a chance of success." The old man looked at his still listless grandson and continued, "In fact, the guest's pistol may have a secret historical value that even he himself may not know."

"What is it? Grandpa." When it comes to the issue of antique guns, Sean perks up again.

"Did you know that Queen Elizabeth has a sister who has a lot of scandals?" the old man asked, stroking the print on his hand. "Yes, I learned it in a book. It's Princess Margaret." Sean nodded in response.

"The reason why Margaret was surrounded by so many scandals was that she did not have to bear the responsibilities of the royal family and could indulge herself without restraint. Her private stories would be a foot high if you put them together." The old man paused here, "and one of them was related to Queen Elizabeth."

"Oh? I've never heard of this." Sean forgot his previous frustration and came over with great interest.

"According to Margaret after a night of drunkenness, her sister, the Queen, also had a crush on someone of the opposite sex when she was young, but eventually chose to marry the future Prince Philip. Judging from the size of this pistol, it was specially given to men..."

"A man who had a gun delivered to him by the young queen... Oh, I understand, Grandpa!" Sean jumped up. "You mean the original owner of this pistol might be the man the queen longs for!"

"This is just my guess." The old man put the sandbox back into the display case with a smile. "This is the meaning of antiques. They always inadvertently open a corner of time and let us see what is behind the curtain called history. But this is not what I want to talk about today."

“Passing on the thoughts that could not be delivered through objects is both a kind of sustenance and a regret. Many things should be said boldly when you are young so that you will not regret it when you look back on your life.” After saying this, the old man winked at his grandson.

Sean then realized that his grandfather was using the story behind the gun to encourage him. He nodded gently, "Grandpa, I understand."

At No. 156 Wutong Street, He Chi was dismantling the bazooka rocket in the yard, and the scattered things were spread all over the ground.

Lola was wearing hot pants and sitting alone on the flower stand in the yard, putting ice cream into her mouth.

Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!!
The automatic security alarm suddenly sounded. It was installed specially to prevent Steve Kaufman and his people from coming to cause trouble, but after the last series of incidents, this thing has not sounded for a long time.

The surveillance camera lit up, and a hooded man was walking around in circles at the back door of the villa.

"Oh my god! This period of time has been so boring!" Seeing the suspicious person, Lola became excited and quickly picked up a pistol in the room.

"He, let me go and take a look. I'm a little worried about Lola being alone." Lisa came out of the kitchen with a ladies' Browning in her hand.

"Wait, let her go by herself. Maybe there will be some unexpected gains." He Chi stopped Lisa, who was confused, and said after looking at the familiar figure on the monitor.

Sean had been wandering outside the door for a while. His fingers had touched the doorbell several times but he just didn't have the courage to press it.

Click, the familiar sound of a pistol being loaded, and a cold tube pressed against the back of his head.

Sean slowly raised his hand and skillfully revealed the pocket containing his cell phone and wallet.

"The money is inside. Just one hundred and fifty dollars. Take it yourself. Don't shoot."

The person behind him seemed not to hear what he said. He twisted him around by force and pulled down his hood.

A pair of beautiful big eyes appeared in front of Sean.

(End of this chapter)