157: Why is the doorbell ringing?

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The audience was stunned when they heard this!

"No, Streamer, what exactly did you do to get targeted by the uncle?"

"Damn it, I seriously suspect that what the Streamer was selling at the school gate yesterday had problems."

"No need to doubt, it definitely had problems! Otherwise, why would the street stall business outside No. 2 Primary School be suddenly shut down for no reason?"

"I sympathize with the Octopus Ball Uncle; he was happily buying things yesterday, but today he's been harmed by the Streamer and has no stall to set up."

"Streamer, quickly tell us what happened, why were you suddenly targeted by the police uncle?"

In the live stream, the audience's hearts were as uncomfortable as if they were being scratched by a cat.

Curiosity! They were too curious!

They knew that the Streamer selling stationery at a street stall wouldn't be that simple. See, something really happened.

"As everyone knows, the Streamer is just a law-abiding, honest little boss selling stationery at a stall. The price of the stationery isn't expensive either."

"Although the items sold also have a certain entertainment value, the main focus is still on practicality and functionality."

Su Yu spoke, sniffling and wiping his tears... However, he didn't know that...

At this moment, at the entrance of Manshan Villa, several police cars had quietly parked outside.

Originally, Wolf Tooth Potato Uncle, who was lying in a rocking chair and still in a dream, seemed to sense something and suddenly opened his eyes, sitting up abruptly from the rocking chair.

He looked in the direction from which the sound came.

He saw several police officers in uniform exiting the cars one after another and walking towards the gatehouse, speaking as they went, and seemingly pulling out their IDs.

A look of confusion flashed in Wolf Tooth Potato Uncle's eyes.

Strange, why would police suddenly come here today for no reason? Did something happen in the community?

He narrowed his eyes, scrutinizing them carefully, trying to understand the police's purpose through lip reading.

But unfortunately, when the police officers were talking to the security guard at the outer gate of the community, they had their backs to him, so Wolf Tooth Potato Uncle couldn't see clearly.

A moment later, the police officers walked away. The gate security guard, after hearing the police's statement, showed a brief look of fear on his face, which he then quickly hid.

Not far away, a cleaning lady who was sweeping the floor also seemed to have heard what the police said and quickly came over.

This time, Wolf Tooth Potato Uncle barely caught what the lady said.

It seemed she was saying something about hearing gunshots while cleaning in the community recently.

And someone was talking about trading plus some kind of machine gun?

These few short sentences instantly struck terror into the hearts of the newly arrived police officers. Good heavens! The arms supplier and weapon manufacturer they were tracking was indeed hidden here.

They just never expected this person to be so brazen.

Selling weapons to elementary school students at the school gate was one thing, but daring to conduct weapon transactions in such a high-end villa community.

Fortunately, an accidental campus incident this morning inadvertently exposed him.

Otherwise, there's no telling how long he would have remained hidden.

The implicit threat posed by such a weapons dealer lurking in society is unimaginable.

By the fried potato stall.

Wolf Tooth Potato Uncle's back was also drenched in cold sweat when he heard this. Such a dangerous person was hidden next to the target he was protecting, and he hadn't noticed anything!

If his superiors found out, this would be a serious dereliction of duty!

Thinking of this, the uncle quickly pulled out his phone and immediately sent a distress message to his colleagues.

"Target is in first-level danger, come support quickly!"

...In the villa.

Su Yu was still explaining the situation he was about to face to his fans in the live stream.

"Brothers, I'm not kidding, everything I just said is true!"

"Although what we make and sell are stationery, the finished product's power really exceeded my expectations."

"It can really shoot a soda can directly!"

In the live stream, the fans were half-believing, half-doubting.

"I don't believe it, unless the Streamer demonstrates it live for us, otherwise I won't believe that a stationery-version pen-modified gun can have such great power."

"Yeah, Streamer, we should always speak with facts. Although we all know you're awesome, you should at least demonstrate it for everyone."

"Hahahahaha, I see that those guys upstairs are all like 'the drunkard's intention is not in the wine'. They don't want to see the Streamer test the power of the stationery gun; they clearly want to take the opportunity to secretly learn the Streamer's gun-making skills!"

"Oh no, they've figured it out. But it doesn't matter, Streamer, just tell us if we're performing or not!"

Su Yu looked at the screen full of discussions in the bullet comments and reluctantly nodded in agreement.

Anyway, although the components of the pen-modified gun were all ordinary stationery, the structure and various connecting slot designs were not something ordinary people could understand just by looking. Even if he assembled it live in the live stream, those with ulterior motives wouldn't be able to learn it.

Thinking of this, Su Yu casually took out a set from the stationery kit and began to assemble it under everyone's watchful eyes.

Before, the fans in the live stream knew that the Streamer's stationery kit was extraordinary, but today was the first time they witnessed the process from parts to a gun with their own eyes.

In less than ten minutes, a small and exquisite AK-47 appeared before everyone.

The transparent pen casing served as the barrel, the pen cap part as the handle support, the spring as the mechanism, and the pen refill as the bullet... Not to mention a quick glance, even upon careful inspection, this was a highly realistic AK-47 — except that its raw materials were entirely plastic pen casings.

"Holy cow! The Streamer really made it!"

"What a talent! Pen-modified AK-47, I retract my previous doubts. I don't doubt anything the Streamer just said now. With this level, it's even more realistic than a replica gun!"

"Test the power, testing the power is the key!"

"Good heavens, the Streamer's crafting ability is truly something. Plastic changed to iron, glue changed to weld, three small prison meals a day. You provide the nitrate, I provide the carbon, at least eight and a half years tomorrow!"

Seeing this scene, the audience in the live stream couldn't help but make up rhymes.

And just as Su Yu was about to continue with the live power test as requested by the audience...

Suddenly, the doorbell rang urgently!

Ding-dong! Ding-dong! Ding-dong!

He, who was live streaming, was startled.

Strange. Why would someone suddenly visit at this time?

He had always had little social interaction. Before, when he was in the rental house, almost no one would visit him except for deliveries.

And now that he had moved to this new home, even further from the city, it was almost impossible for anyone to know he lived here.

This was the first time he had heard the doorbell ring.