Damn, the moon is gone. There are all kinds of clouds in the sky. Marty leaned forward and looked up through the windshield, then turned around in his chair, trying to see something from the side window. "Yes, the wind is up, too," the driver said. "I feel the temperature is dropping." I didn't bring my coat. Did you? I didn't even think to bring it. Asshole! It's still August. You don't need a coat. Once I picked up a great bargain when I was driving to the market. They said the coat was directly from Severo Street in London, the most famous suit tailoring street in the world. Stocked. Kashmiri wool, the color is very similar to the beautiful cream color of this car. I wish I had brought it with me. Didn't guess we'd be freezing, did you? Yeah, I didn't even think about it. The sign on the edge of the town of Creassegno in the back says that the altitude here is 3,700 meters. I think the weather here must be very different from ours. Jesus, the wind is really getting stronger. You can even feel it in this heavy car. There are still seventeen kilometers to go, and then we can get ready to start work. "Then you can go back to the civilized world where you can't see the moon, right?" Marty said with a laugh. I'll miss seeing the moon here, but it's the only thing I'll miss,347 stainless steel, and there's nothing else I can miss in this place. Still, I should have brought my coat, don't you think so? The driver slowed down and pulled into a roadside parking lot. It's almost time to get the gear ready. "Hey, I don't want to get those boxes off the engine stand. It'll stain my clothes." Don't worry, Marty. I'll get it. Coming out this time, I have become more and more aware of how expensive your clothes are. "Well,x60 line pipe, I don't want to be uncooperative.". I just don't want to mess up this nice dress, you know. You can't blame me for that, can you? When the driver stopped, the dark clouds were moving rapidly in the sky, and the wind blew the empty plastic cups across the hay field. Look, there's a ***ing tumbleweed here. Like in those old movies. Marty excitedly pointed to the tumbleweed rolling over the side of the car, which went all the way through the headlights and disappeared into the darkness. The driver stepped out of the car, the wind lapping at the hem of his clothes, and asked Marty to hold the flashlight while he untied the metal boxes. Jesus, the ***ing wind is another problem, huh? It's not as cold as I thought. The wind is terrible, uns s32760 plate ,316l stainless steel pipe, don't you think? "Marty, help me shine the light down here." My damn hair is blowing in my face. I should wear a hat or something. Did you bring your hat? "Hold on to your flashlight, Marty." The driver leaned over to the engine stand, careful not to touch anything that might heat up. He found the box, felt his fingers along the box, felt where the edge of the duct tape was, and when he found the edge, he could tear the whole tape off. A piece of tape came loose and he handed it to Marty. And then another, and another, and another. The box came loose. He grabbed one end of the box and pulled it hard. A box fell into his hand with strips of tape attached to the metal. The other box was hanging there, except for a piece of tape that was still stuck to the bracket. The driver yanked and the box fell, and he took it out. Marty's left hand was covered in sticky, oil-soaked duct tape. He shook his hand, trying to shake the tape off. A piece of tape was stuck to his shirt cuff. He shone his flashlight on it and exclaimed, "Oh my God, that's terrible.". Look at this stuff; there's a greasy, sticky stain on this eighty dollar shirt. Have you ever seen anything so bad? "You have the solvent for cleaning firearms, don't you?"? It'll get this sticky thing off your hand. Yeah, but it won't get the stain off this eighty dollar white shirt. I don't even know if the brothers in the laundry can get it off the shirt. They returned to the car. The driver opened a metal box. Marty held the flashlight for him. The box was divided into spaces, and Beretta 93r lay quietly on the red felt in one of the spaces. The pistol has a wooden tail and a folded metal handle attached to the front of the trigger safety. When the handlebar is down, the front hand can grasp the handlebar with the thumb curled on the extended trigger safety, allowing one to hold a relatively small weapon with two hands. "Petro Beretta Dong vtcal9 Parabelen" is printed on the barrel mount, and the word Parabelen comes from ancient Latin, which means "If you want peace, prepare for war first.". Stacked in another space in the box were three twenty-carat magazines stuffed with nine-millimeter cartridges. In a smaller space, there are cleaning tools and solvents wrapped in plastic bags. Brother, look at that. Marty grinned and said, "One of the most beautiful pistols you can see.". Have you ever used one of these guns? I haven't used this model. I'm familiar with an older model, the one that starts with M95. "That was the M951, and then the 92 was introduced.". This is another modified version of the earlier 951 model. "This is the repeating stick, right here, right?" The driver asked, holding up the gun and measuring its weight to see if it was in tune with his hand, pointing to a thumb switch with the other hand. That's right. Pull the lever, and the gun goes from a single shot to three shots, which is the best effect. Any more rounds from a fully automatic gun and it starts to lose its aim. In addition,x56 line pipe, this model has an offset "— Marty puts his finger on an opening at the end of the muzzle of the barrel —" that blows up when you fire, so the gun is pressed down. This counteracts the tendency of the muzzle to lift up when you're in burst mode. 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