Chapter 446 - Camaro - Tattoos (1/2)

I was choking from my own saliva while dying from laughter and Cynthia was red as a tomato while Rin was confused as f.u.c.k. Cynthia could've easily said Skywalker Blue or simply light blue but she opted out for something she would regularly see in Cuervo Heights.

I tried really hard to maintain my composure as I tried my best to explain to Rin how those blue pills work. I omitted a few things about Cynthia's place also because I didn't know how much Cynthia told Rin about her past. Ibarra came when it was all over and good thing Cynthia requested something that needed a little more preparation than a pitcher of cold water.

”Okay, I got some orange juice from Ma'am Sharon. It's good, who wants some?” Ibarra offered the juice as we four took a little break.

”Hey, I want to ask another question...” Rin scooted next to me.

”Sure, ask away. As long as it's not about the color blue. I think I might've explained that in great detail.” I chuckled.

”N-No, I think I had enough of that. It's about this particular mold. I saw this one is about the right size for a .38 Special. I'm just wondering why they are flat on both sides? Is this one broken?” Rin asked.

”Oh, that's what you call a mold for wadcutters.” I replied.

”Wadcutters? What are those?” Cynthia added.

”Essentially, they're a special-purpose flat-fronted bullet designed for shooting good-sized holes on paper targets. It's commonly used with revolvers though not for the semi-autos we always use because of some issues.” I explained.

”Oh, I remember now. It is on a copy of the book that you gave me. I briefly read about it and I'm just wondering why we never make those. Turns out it's only for competition.” Rin added.

”Well, some people also use them for self-defense because it punches through soft tissue easily. On a slightly different topic, there are also bullets called semiwadcutters or Keith-Style bullets that could also be used for semiautos for example. What I made here were the typical round-nosed ones but I also have a separate mold for the others I've said earlier. It's good not just for competition but for other uses like self-defense, hunting, and plinking. However, a bullet is a bullet and it could almost always kill as long as you hit a vital part of a body.” I explained.

We casually talked about a few more concepts and eventually, the 9mm bullets inside the oven were finally ready. There was also a set minute for them to let cool before you remove them from the tray so that the coating would still be as wet and it wouldn't stick to the tray itself.

I placed the blue .45 ACPs next while the rest of them continued to powder-coat the remaining ones that I made. The process was repeated over and over right until we were done. It was a few hours before sunset and Mauricio and Oscar safely arrived.

I heard them arrive because Oscar was now happily driving a full and complete car.

It was a 1967 Chevrolet Camaro SS 396.

Oscar never stopped honking like an idiot right until I came outside the gate. His cheeky grin couldn't be removed from his face as he basked into the glory of finally owning something with muscle car credibility. Compared to my 1970 Dodge Charger R/T that has been heavily modified, his 1967 Chevrolet Camaro SS 396 stayed true to its roots.

”Wanna f.u.c.k.i.n.g race, kid? I bet I could smoke ya!” Oscar started revving up the engine, cackling-laughing.

I disregarded his taunts because I always had a thing for beautiful pieces of machinery. The classics always had a special place in my heart, and I couldn't help but grin from ear to ear when I saw one pass by me or right in front of me, even if Oscar was taunting me nonstop.

However, I had mixed expressions because its paint job was the same type of 'blue' Cynthia was referring to earlier. Cynthia and Rin saw it and they immediately excused themselves to die laughing in a corner.

'Let's save that deadly comeback for later...' I chuckled inwardly.

”I'll concede defeat for now 'cause you finally brought not just an engine, but a complete f.u.c.k.i.n.g~ car. Good job, old man.” I said, smiling.

”Heh, just don't look at the truck...” Oscar whispered but I heard it.

”No f.u.c.k.i.n.g way, you bought another V8?! How many cars are you planning to solve like a puzzle?! Are you starting a series?!” I was in shock from his stupid purchases.

We now had several engines that were hanging out inside the workshop still unused.

”Bah! Don't worry about that. I think I'll stay cooped inside this compound for a time because I really wanted to start building one with your uncle. I used to have this hobby and it just got replaced with owning a lot of guns.” Oscar waved me off.

”Fine, what did you guys managed to trade?” I asked.

”A few things here and there but we got the first portion of the jet fuel that's promised. We parked the tanker in the DDR Camp where our helicopters were.” Oscar replied.

”Where's Cathy? Is she with Mrs. Marisha?” Mauricio chimed.

”Yeah, I think they're at Matthew's house. Zeus is also with them, you know the way? Lois could come with you.” I replied.

”What? I'm just about to lay down...” Lois grumbled.

”You're not gonna say hi to Olivia? She's there too?” I retorted.

”F.u.c.k, you're right bro. Oscar, can I borrow the car for a sec? I kinda wanna surprise her.” Lois chuckled.

”Yeah, sure. Just don't f.u.c.k.i.n.g dent it or I'll dent you, got that?” Oscar said as he threw the keys at Lois.

”Great, Mr. Maui~ wanna come for a ride?” Lois joked.