Chapter 52 New Pistol
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Going towards the Industrial City, Vincent couldn't help but recall what happened yesterday. 

Those guys tried to sink him inside, inside those chemical stuff, but later are the ones that have been thrown.

Vincent then looked out the window. Vincent could see at the distance the Industrial City. 

Entering the gate, and successfully getting inside the city. Vincent was in a good mood, and so decided to tip the driver since he had a lot of money on hand. 

Walking towards the direction of Harkimon Workshop, and seeing the store. Vincent entered and walked towards the store clerk, and told him what he was here for.

"I'm Vincent. Tell Plutarch about me, and he will know."

The store clerk bowed and left, walking towards the back door, where he and Plutarch once.

Waiting for Plutarch to see him. Vincent then began looking around the shop. 

First, he looked for the knife area. He wanted to see if he could get something to use in fighting. 

Picking a knife, and inspecting it.

'A Fine Iron…' 

Vincent saw that it is made of only a normal Iron. It is not like the Sword in ODM gear uses. 

"Like what you see?"

Vincent then heard someone besides him talk. He looked back and saw Plutarch. 

"Sharper than any ordinary knife out there," Vincent said and put down the knife back to its shelf.

"Huh, of course, it will. We're the best steel blade manufacturer for nothing." Plutarch looked at Vincent with proud eyes, saying, 'Now you know my Greatness.'

Vincent's eyebrows rose, as he saw this guy's a bit proud of himself, and decided to see if it is equal to his work.

"We'll see if I saw that the thing I ask you to make is equal to the title you guys were holding," Vincent said that and signaled Plutarch to lead the way. 

Plutarch snorted and began walking towards the back door of the shop, as Vincent followed him. 

Walking and entering again towards the backdoor, and seeing that the noise is getting smaller, to the point that their steps are the only thing they heard.

Entering Plutarch's own Workshop. Vincent heard Plutarch speak.

"Make yourself comfortable as I get the Pistol you ask."

Seating on the chair, Vincent waited for Plutarch to go and get the pistol.

After waiting for a while, Vincent met with Plutarch holding a black case.

Seeing this, Vincent couldn't help being excited about his new pistol.

Bringing the black case on the table, Plutarch then looked at Vincent in his eyes and said with solemn expressions. 

"At first, I couldn't believe I made it. But, here you go." Opening and showing to Vincent what's inside of the black case.

As the black case slowly opened, Vincent saw the gun he was waiting for, for about a month now. It was a black pistol with no fancy design, only lining and stuff like that. 

Vincent then took out the gun and closely examined it. At the side of the Pistol is the magazine with 3 bullets inside of it. With custom made exactly fitted for the gun.

Vincent inspected the gun from top to bottom, seeing that there are no major changes to the pistol blueprint he made. Nodding, Vincent then looked at Plutarch and saw his anxious face.

Plutarch was anxious since he tested the gun for some time. He didn't personally do it, but someone from their people did. Exploded and some even lost a hand. On this final product, it was a success. 

Smiling and saying, "Relax, where can I test the gun?"

Saying that, Vincent then grabbed the magazine, started filling it up with bullets, and equipped it towards the pistol. Vincent then grabs something like a tube from the black case, and it is the silencer accompanied to make it in the pistol.

Plutarch led the way.

… .

Inside an Abandoned Factory, Vincent looked around and said, "Is this place fine?"

"Yes, absolutely. I bought this place exactly for that gun."

Nodding, Vincent then reloads the gun, sliding the barrel, and with a sound exactly like a pistol from the modern world. Vincent couldn't help but smiled a little.

Putting a can 10 meters away for testing the gun first. 

Vincent pulled the trigger, as the Pistol shot the can 10 meters away from Vincent. 

*bang*

Vincent missed the Target.

Vincent frowned, as he looked at the can. The bullet was close to hitting it but missed.

'It's technically 15 years since I last held a pistol, so no time for complaining. '

Since he arrived in this world, Vincent hasn't held a gun or pistol manufactured from this world. This is the first time he fired a gun.

Targeting again, and with a press.

*bang*

The can flew away. Vincent successfully hit the target. 

'Ok, I got a good grasp.'

He then looked at the stunned Plutarch since they didn't even manage to master the gun, and Vincent easily hit a target from 10 meters away, from only two tries.

He then said to Plutarch to set a can 25 meters away from him.

"Go set a can 25 meters away."

Stunned, Plutarch asked, "Are you sure?!"

"Yeah just do it."

25 meters, 50 meters, and even as far as 75 meters.

Vincent hit all the targets with ease. 

Vincent looked at the sky and saw that it is almost night time.

He looked at the Plutarch who was stunned at first to finish the pistol testing.

"It's time, give me the other gun."

Plutarch looks at Vincent amazingly, and asks, "If you want, We can hire you to guard the workshop, 5 times the wages of Military Police."

"No thanks."

Vincent then gets a black case, with a full of 100 rounds of bullets, and with 15 per magazine. He can only go to about 3 changes of magazines. He doesn't need it to be that many, but he might need it for the future. Plutarch also promised to make him 100 bullets for a month, and of course, it is not free, and Vincent paid the guy or he might start to rip off him like the pistol blueprint.

Boarding a carriage, Vincent left the Industrial City. 

… .

Arriving at the front of Military Police HQ, Vincent then entered and walked towards his room.

Entering, Boris saw him and said, "A Person gave this letter asking me to give it to you."

Vincent then grabs the letter and reads the content of it, under the curious eyes of Boris. 

Reading this, Vincent then left, as Boris looked at him weirdly. 

"Entering and Walking out. What a busy guy."

… .

Inside the room, Erwin looks at the paper in his hand. 

'Reiner, Bertholdt, and Annie Leonhart are the same hometown? Is it a coincidence or not? It said towards this report that Annie disappeared at the time Reiner and Bertholdt's identity was found. We haven't seen her corpse, and they said from the Trainees that she's still alive and just disappeared.'

Erwin contemplated, but in the end, didn't have any result. He rubbed his eyebrow, and couldn't help but worry about tomorrow.

"Eren's will met the king, and held a Trial there… I need a plan…"

Erwin contemplated for a moment and thought of something vital. 

'The Titans, which are Reiner and Bertholdt, are not trying to kill Eren but only to capture him… They will do anything to prevent his death. Ok, we go with this.'

Erwin then started planning, 'They might be some Titan among the Trainees… I need to send them somewhere.'

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