Firepower is king

Sanji called and said that he could find out the whereabouts of the Tiger Mercenary Group within an hour at most, but now an hour has passed and Sanji has made no progress.

"The situation is a bit complicated. It stands to reason that the Tiger Mercenary Group should be easy to find, but there was a small accident this time. I haven't been able to find them yet."

Gao Guang and the others had nothing to do in the hotel, and there was no need to go out, so they could just wait for the news in the hotel. But now that they couldn't wait for the news, it was a little troublesome.

There was no need for Gao Guang to say anything more. Sanji himself hurriedly said: "In this case, if you give me another six hours, I will lower the price to 40,000 US dollars for you. I will definitely find the Tiger Mercenary Group within six hours. "

Sanji hurriedly hung up the phone again. There was nothing to say about Gao Guang. Although it was a few hours late, it was a little cheaper, so it was still fair.

Gao Guang looked at Patrick, and then they looked at Patrick dismantling and cleaning the gun like a monkey.

Putting the phone away, Gao Guang said very relaxedly: "Sanji hasn't found the whereabouts of Outrov yet, but it doesn't matter, he will definitely find it, Patrick, I think it would be better if you put a few drops of blood on the gun. "

As a machine gunner, you must have a machine gun, but Patrick has a good habit, that is, the machine gun he wants to use must be disassembled, and no matter how clean it is, it must be wiped carefully. According to him, this is called training and establishment. The relationship between love for guns.

There is definitely no problem with cleaning the gun, but the problem is that Patrick wipes it too seriously, too carefully, and too slowly. The pkm is a machine gun with a very simple structure. The simple structure makes it easy to disassemble and clean. However, Patrick removed all the big and small parts and completely destroyed the original machine gun. If the gun is very clean and wiped carefully, then there is something wrong.

According to Gao Guang's understanding, this is probably the German version of recognizing the master.

Therefore, Gao Guang suggested that Patrick shed blood to identify himself as the master. He had no other meaning. He was just busy teasing Patrick.

But Patrick said very seriously: "Why do you need to shed blood? What's the point of doing this?"

"According to the custom of our Chinese people, if you drop blood on the gun, then the gun will identify you as its owner, and you will be able to use it very smoothly. It will not malfunction and can shoot accurately."

Patrick was doubtful, but Mike immediately said: "Is it true? Are you serious? This is how your pistol was treated, right?"

Mike looked very excited, and then he pulled out his pistol and said with bright eyes: "I knew you must have some magical witchcraft, otherwise why would your gun be so accurate? Well, you have to use your own. Blood right?"

Patrick looked at Mike in confusion, and then he looked at the highlight. After hesitating for a moment, he said: "PKM rarely malfunctions, and its accuracy is also very high. There is no need to use blood dripping to do anything... Recognize the master. is that true?"

Paul just looked at Gao Guang and the others, then he suddenly pulled out his knife with a sudden sound, and with lightning speed, he made a cut on the ring finger of his right hand, and then he put the knife into the sheath. He inserted it and pulled the rifle from his shoulder to his hand.

Paul raised the gun, then raised his bloody finger and said: "Boss, should you apply it evenly, or just a few drops? Should you apply it on the barrel? Or the bolt? Or the trigger?"

Gao Guang was stunned and said: "Holy crap! You are really... you... I am..."

I was joking. Gao Guang was now afraid of being beaten for saying this, so he immediately said: "I just applied the blood a few times casually, uh, there is no need to apply it evenly."

Paul put his bleeding finger on the gun, clicked it, and said, "That's it? It doesn't feel very grand, eh."

He wiped the blood on the barrel, and then wiped a little on the trigger. Seeing that there was not much blood on the wound, Paul squeezed it with his hand, and then clicked on the sight, and then he said seriously : "Is this enough? Or do I need to say something, do I need your blessing?"

Gao Guang feels that Paul is a rare normal person under his command, but why is he so stunned now? Is this an illusion, or is there really no normal person in the King's Defense?

"Let me tell you a few words. Well, the bullets are accurate. They never jam and never explode. One shot at a time. That's it. You own the gun."

Gao Guang felt that Paul was playing along with his joke, so he just gave him a few blessings, but there were still people who understood. Francisco frowned and said, "Are you serious? You don't really think it's useful, do you?"

Paul said confidently: "Of course it is useful. Our priest will hold a blessing ceremony for us before going out. The priest's gun that has been sprinkled with holy water will not cause any problems. Of course it is useful."

Francisco shrugged and said: "By the way, the boss's marksmanship is indeed magical, magical Eastern witchcraft? This is not a blessing. The boss said it is recognition of the master. Well, boss, wait for me, I will get it knife."

Gao Guang said quickly: "Okay, okay, there's no need. In fact, I just..."

Francisco turned around and left, but Mike said piously: "Should I claim all the guns?"

Patrick shrugged and smiled. Then when Gao Guang thought that Patrick would not be as stunned as Paul, he saw that Patrick had already taken out a folding knife from his bag, opened it, and then he said to Gao Guang: "I am Machine gun, do you need more blood? How much do you think is enough? "

Gao Guang really didn't dare to say that he was just joking out of ignorance. He really didn't dare.

"A little bit is enough. If the gun has spirituality, a little bit is enough!"

"Spirituality."

Patrick seemed to be in deep thought, and then he suddenly stabbed his middle finger lightly, and then he dotted the blood on the barrel of the machine gun and said, "Boss, I'm waiting for your blessing. Wait, I made a mistake! My gun is in parts. Is this okay?"

Gao Guang exhaled lightly and said, "You are too anxious. At least assemble the gun."

"Okay, please wait for me."

Patrick began to assemble his machine gun quickly, while Mike brought his rifle, spare AK, and his pistol over. Then he held a knife and said hesitantly, "I'm a little afraid of pain. You guys Can you help me? Just a little bit of blood is enough, right? "Francisco cut a bloody wound on Mike's hand with a knife, then he put a bottle of disinfectant alcohol on the table, then took out a syringe from the first aid kit, pierced his finger, squeezed out a drop of blood, tapped the rifle, and said, "Boss, thank you." "Uh... every shot is accurate, no jamming, no bursting, your gun recognizes the master." Mike was dumbfounded and said, "You cut such a big wound on me, and you only drew a little blood?" A joke turned into a farce, and they all looked very serious, which made Gao Guang have a little doubt. Are there really so many talents and masters under his command? Mike recognized all his guns, and the wounds were relatively large to avoid waste. Then Patrick finally assembled his gun, and then he wiped the blood on it very seriously, and muttered to himself for a long time. Gao Guang said seriously: "The ammunition is fed smoothly without jamming, the barrel will not explode when overheated, and it hits the target every time. There are no taboos. Well, that's it."

"Boss, why do you talk about his gun for a long time?"

Gao Guang said seriously: "Because his gun is bigger."

"Why didn't you tell me this earlier?"

Gao Guang couldn't pretend to answer Mike's question. He felt very guilty at the moment, and then he said helplessly: "I didn't expect you to really believe it."

What else can I say? Forget it. Don't say anything.

Mike said seriously: "Will I be able to shoot more accurately with my own gun now?"

Gao Guang opened his mouth and said: "Uh, no, the biggest effect of recognizing the master is to prevent malfunctions, yes, that's right."

Patrick pulled the bolt with a click, and then he said calmly: "I feel that at this moment, I have established some kind of wonderful telepathy with this machine gun."

"I have this feeling too."

Paul looked at his rifle, then he nodded and continued: "It feels completely different from before."

Mike said with a blank face: "Why don't I have this feeling? Does my gun despise me? Guns also have racial discrimination?"

Unable to continue, Gao Guang coughed twice and said: "You should treat your gun well, maintain it well, clean it in time, use good bullets, treat the gun well, and the gun will treat you well, well, that's it."

At this time, the phone rang again, Gao Guang was as if he had been pardoned, and then he hurried to the side to answer the phone.

The call came from Tom, and the first thing Tom said was: "Who did you offend? Who hired the Tiger Mercenaries to kill you?"

It's a writer's block, a transition chapter, and don't say it's boring, this is an obvious foreshadowing, foreshadowing.