Chapter 410: Chapter 302: Lawyer
"Who’s Lucky Luke?" Feng Mountain asked, unfamiliar with the name.
Xia Li smiled and explained, "Lucky Luke is a cartoon cowboy. He’s an expert with a revolver and is famous for righting wrongs and helping the weak. Good luck always follows him, which is why he’s called Lucky Luke. To many people in Texas, he’s the very image of a formidable and righteous cowboy."
"Is that so!" Feng Mountain chuckled and took a few steps, then spun around, intentionally striking a few cool poses. He turned to Fiona, his face full of anticipation, and asked, "Little Angel, do I look like Lucky Luke?"
Hmm!
Fiona, chewing on her fingers, tilted her little head and studied Feng Mountain from top to bottom for a long moment. Then, she said with a serious expression, "Luke has a revolver. You don’t, Mister."
’A revolver?’
Feng Mountain instinctively glanced down at his belt.
’My Tactical Master really doesn’t go with this whole cowboy-style outfit.’
With that thought, he turned to Xia Li and asked, "Ma’am, where can I buy handguns here? I’m looking to get a couple."
Xia Li smiled and said calmly, "We sell revolvers right here in the shop. However, with your kind of presence, Mr. Feng, an ordinary revolver wouldn’t do you justice."
’She’s a smooth talker.’
’And a savvy businesswoman.’
Her words were music to Feng Mountain’s ears. He waved his hand magnanimously and declared, "Bring out the best revolver in your shop. I want the absolute best."
"The best and finest revolver, of course." Xia Li agreed with a smile. She turned back to the counter and pulled out a wooden box from underneath. It looked aged, covered in a thin layer of dust, which she casually wiped away. "This is the classic cowboy revolver: the Colt M1873 Single-Action Army."
As she spoke, Xia Li opened the wooden box.
Inside, nestled on a black velvet lining, lay a black revolver.
The handgun had a classic western aesthetic. Compared to Feng Mountain’s Tactical Master, its design was archaic, as if it were a relic from the last century. Yet, it was steeped in western culture—the most iconic symbol of the American cowboy.
Feng Mountain picked up the revolver, turning it over in his hands to inspect it.
Unlike a top-break revolver, which hinges open for loading, or a modern revolver, with its swing-out cylinder, this single-action model had a fixed cylinder. For convenient loading and unloading, it featured a hinged loading gate on the right side of the frame.
To load it, you first had to pull the hammer to the half-cock position, then swing the loading gate open to the right.
You could then insert a round into the chamber, rotate the cylinder to the next empty one, and repeat the process until it was fully loaded.
To eject the spent casings, you also had to open the loading gate, then push the ejector rod located under the barrel to push each casing out.
Besides using the ejector rod, you could also point the muzzle skyward, open the loading gate, and give the cylinder a quick spin with your other hand to let the empty casings fall out.
By now, Feng Mountain was a seasoned firearms enthusiast, having handled his fair share of guns.
After fiddling with the Colt M1873 for just a moment, he quickly grasped its mechanics. A look of admiration appeared in his eyes as his interest in the classic cowboy firearm grew.
"Got any ammo?"
"Of course," Xia Li replied with a smile. She bent down again and pulled a box of ammunition from the counter. Then, she glanced at Feng Mountain’s waist and made a measuring gesture with her hands, as if sizing him up.
She then came out from behind the counter, grabbing a cartridge belt and a handmade leather holster from a shelf before returning to Feng Mountain’s side.
"This belt holds thirty rounds and is a matching set with the holster. They go together perfectly."
"Thanks." Feng Mountain unbuckled his old belt and swapped it for the new cartridge belt, adjusting its position until it sat comfortably on his hips.
Then, with Xia Li’s careful guidance, he attached the holster to the belt. The position was perfect—convenient for drawing the pistol without looking awkward.
Once everything was set, Feng Mountain slid the revolver into its holster.
He struck a few cool shooting poses, looking for all the world like one of the dashing cowboys from the movies.
Then, he swept back the hem of his coat and drew the pistol with lightning speed.
He smoothly pulled the trigger, producing a crisp, metallic CLICK.
At the same time, Feng Mountain made a gunshot sound with his mouth.
"BANG!"
The gun wasn’t loaded, of course, but his form was perfect, as if he were in a real cowboy shootout.
Fiona played along perfectly from the sidelines. The moment Feng Mountain made the gunshot sound, she let out a little "Ah!" and pretended to be hit, falling back into Yves’s arms. Her cute and silly antics made everyone laugh.
Feng Mountain coolly brought the revolver to his lips and blew across the barrel.
He then gave the gun a few deft spins around his finger. The move was smooth and practiced, just like a victorious movie cowboy, before he nonchalantly slid the gun back into its holster and struck an even cooler pose.
Only then did he look back at the others, raising his eyebrows with a grin.
"So? Do I look like a cowboy or what?"
CLAP! CLAP! CLAP!
Applause filled the cowboy shop. Everyone was won over by Feng Mountain’s cool yet playful display, praising him repeatedly.
"So cool! You look just like one!"
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