Firepower is king

"Wow, this gun is great. Wow, this gun is great. Wow, wow, the accuracy is great! Wow..."

"Shut up! Are you playing ambulance? Whoa, whoa, what the hell is that!"

It was Gao Guang who made the angry scolding, because John kept yelling wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow all the people shooting in the shooting range couldn't help but look at them with strange eyes.

"Wow! This gun is really great. It is the top level of the production line and the pinnacle of mass-produced guns. There is no way to surpass it. It is truly a special customized selection experimental gun from Sig Sauer!"

John bit the last few words very hard, so the fat man who was shooting at the target lane nearby couldn't help but take off his headset and said curiously: "Selection test gun? Man, don't be kidding, selection test... wow Oh! M17?!"

"It's MH17, man, look out, there are two prototype guns of M17 and M18 here.

The fat man looked at it for a while and asked curiously: "Shouldn't it be sand-colored?"

"Sand color, haha, sand color! Do you know what a special customized version is? Man, shoot it twice, give you two bullets, shoot it twice and then talk to me."

Gao Guang especially wanted to stop John, because he had just discovered now that John came to the shooting range just to show off. There was no other meaning. It was just a show off, a very high-profile show off.

John put the gun on the table with a proud look on his face. The fat man next to him picked up the gun with a look of anticipation, carefully opened the manual safety on the tail, and said with a surprised look on his face: "This is really MH17!"

The P320 does not have a manual safety at the end of the slide, but the military required a manual safety, so SIG Sauer added a manual safety behind the empty hanger handle. Therefore, this manual safety became the difference between the military version and the civilian version. The most important symbol of the edition.

The fat man fired two shots in a row. He stopped and said with a horrified look on his face: "Is this the level that a mass-produced gun can achieve? Is this a special high-precision version? Wow, the bullet holes of my two shots overlap? Wow. Oh! The recoil is too soft, and the P320 does not have this accuracy. It reminds me of a heavily modified gun that I use to participate in IDPA competitions, but is this really a mass-produced gun?"

John laughed loudly. He took the pistol from the fat man and said proudly: "If you really believe that the experimental gun is randomly selected from the production line, then you are an idiot, man, now you know good guns It’s the standard.”

At this time, an old man in a suit who was shooting suddenly said: "Let me try, okay?"

The shooting in the shooting range stopped temporarily, and no one continued to shoot. The old man took off the magazine, emptied the chamber, and walked over with the empty gun. Then he raised his gun and said: "I don't want to show off. , but my gun is what you call a handmade custom-made gun. We can exchange and test-fire a few bullets, how about it?"

The old man seemed quite respected in this shooting range. John shrugged and said, "Mr. Model is here too, so let's trade."

The old man put his gun on the table and picked up the MH17 on the table. He felt the feel first, then put on the headset, took aim, and fired.

The bullet hit the lower left corner of the target paper. Model paused for a moment and said, "It feels good."

After finishing speaking, Model fired the second shot. The two bullet holes basically overlapped. There was only one bullet hole on the target paper, but the bullet hole became slightly larger.

"This is not the accuracy that a pistol should have. The accuracy is really high, and the bullets are carefully selected, right?"

After Mr. Model finished speaking solemnly, he did not continue shooting. Instead, he pulled the sleeve. A bullet popped out of the barrel. Mr. Model caught the bullet.

Holding the bullet and taking a closer look, Mr. Model said warmly: "This bullet is M1152, one of the four bullets selected by the military for the MHS project. The four bullets are XM1152 ordinary bullet, XM1153 hollow point bullet, and there are also There are XM1154 trainer ammunition and XM1155 blank ammunition, which were officially finalized after conducting adaptability experiments. However, the military handed over all orders for the bullets to Winchester Ammunition Company, but this bullet was produced by Sig Sauer itself. produced."

Mr. Model spoke eloquently, and then he turned around holding the bullet and showed it to the onlookers behind him. Gao Guang couldn't help but nodded and said: "Yes, the bullets are delivered with the gun box, one hundred rounds of M1152 jacket Bullets, one hundred rounds of M1153 hollow point bullets.”

"So the bullets are also specially made. I thought that ordinary bullets would not have such high accuracy. John, would you mind if I try it with ordinary bullets?"

John seemed to have great respect for Mr. Model, and he immediately said: "Okay, you can do whatever you want."

Immediately, some good people put out half a box of bullets. Bullets cost money, but now people are willing to spend money to gain experience.

"This is a Winchester bullet, try it."

The bullet the bad guy put in was a 9mm Parabellum bullet, with the same caliber as the M17, but the warhead was round.

The shapes of the bullets were different, but they were all 9 mm parison bullets. Needless to say, Mr. Model put five rounds of ordinary paris bullets into the magazine, and then he started shooting again.

After five consecutive shots, the man was silent and the woman was crying. There was a female shooter present, so this sentence is correct.

Mr. Model was extremely surprised and said: "Why is the accuracy so high? It's not before the competition. Is this necessary?"

The five bullet holes were concentrated in a range the size of a coin. Although it was a ten-meter target, the accuracy was indeed high and exceeded the standard.

Pistols are used for close defense. Most of the time, the combat distance of pistols is within fifteen meters. At this distance, unless it is a competition, no one really pursues the ultimate accuracy of pistols, because there is no What's the point?

Mr. Model raised his pistol again. This time he fired continuously. After firing more than a dozen shots, he finally put the gun away. Then he said with a serious face: "Not bad, really not bad. This is the best gun I have ever used." Good production gun.”

John pointed at the highlight with a smile and said: "Two in a set, one M17 and one M18. They were given by a friend. I asked for the M17 and gave him the M18."

Mr. Model looked at the highlight for a moment and suddenly said: "Sell it to me for ten thousand a handful."

Gao Guang was stunned, but John was even more proud. He shook his head and said, "No, I won't sell it."

"Thirty thousand!"

John smiled and said: "Don't be kidding, this is commemorative and has collectible value. There is definitely room for appreciation."

"I'll give you this handmade gun. I'll give you another 40,000 dollars to buy two of your guns! One more thing, this gun was custom-made by me for 18,000 yuan. It's Rosecrans' masterpiece. It's the best custom-made practical gun. , you can test-fire it and then think about it.”

John shrugged and stretched out his hand. Mr. Model reluctantly put the gun in his hand. Then John shrugged again and said, "I won't sell it, no matter how much it costs, keep it for yourself."

Turning around triumphantly, John said loudly: "Sorry, everyone, we have to leave. We still have things to do. See you later, everyone."

Gao Guang quickly followed John and squeezed out of the crowd. Mr. Model loudly shouted from behind: "You should try my gun before making a decision. I really can't add more. This is already... I'll pay 50,000!"

Mr. Model gave too much money, but the highlights really couldn't be sold. After he followed John out of the shooting range, he couldn't help but said: "Asshole, you are just here to show off!"

John said with a surprised look on his face: "You just found out? If you don't show off, what am I doing here? If you don't show off, can you know how much this gun is? If you don't show off, can I let Mr. Model test fire this gun? You know he Who is it?"

"who is he?"

"Mr. Model is a high-end player. He is not a professional shooter, but he has won more than 100 shooting championships. He is a firearms consultant in Hollywood, but his main job is a famous film and television investor. I know that today he will Come here and I will come.”

John looked proud. He twisted his body and danced: "At this shooting range, Mr. Model is the only god, but today, haha, today I have a gun that he doesn't have. Hahaha, it's so cool!"

After finishing speaking, John put the gun in Gaoguang's hand and said with a serious face: "Never bring these two guns to this shooting range again, because you will meet Mr. Model, and Mr. Model will definitely give him You have a high price that you can’t refuse. What a pity. This is a gift from Smith, otherwise..."

"You don't really want to sell, do you?"

John sighed and said: "Nonsense, what's the use of a pistol? A pistol can be exchanged for the best equipment in the body, and you won't sell it? Alas, it's a pity that Mr. Smith gave it to him, what a pity..."

Gao Guang quickly put his gun in the holster on his waist, and then he said seriously: "I will never bring this gun here again. You have shown off enough now, let's go quickly." Let’s hire people.”

"back office."

John looked satisfied, but he also looked a little tired. He leaned on the car seat and said feebly: "Are your driving skills better now?"

Gao Guang got into the car and started walking slowly. If the shooting club wasn't too close to the company, John couldn't help but drive by himself several times.

When he arrived at the company, John went directly into the chairman's office, turned on the computer, squirmed on the swivel chair and said: "It's so easy to find people, but the legal ones are more difficult. In ten minutes at most, I will find two good people for you. "

Gao Guang came to John's side and said curiously: "Online recruitment? Is it reliable?"

John smiled proudly and said: "For the sake of you still thinking of giving me a gun, let me show you what the elite group in the industry is."

The computer was turned on. John typed out a website address and clicked on it. Then he pointed at a very simple page and said, "Do you know what the dark web is?"

I’ve heard of dark web highlights, but I’ve never seen them before. Now looking at the one-page website, I couldn’t help but exclaim: “Is this the dark web?”

John entered his name and password, and the very simple page turned into a very simple chat room. After clicking on a war-related item, John said proudly: "The Internet era has eliminated agents. The original employment It’s hard for soldiers to get business by themselves, so they can only let agents take a cut. But it’s different now, we have the dark web and there are too many tasks.”

Gao Guang pointed at the page and said, "Wow, there's a killer. Wow, there's really everything on there. Go to the killer page and let me take a look. Let me take a look!"

John's fingers didn't move. Gao Guang impatiently grabbed the mouse and clicked on the killer title. Then, he found that he couldn't click on it.

After a few more clicks, Gao Guang suddenly said: "Is this website rated? Your level...is the lowest?"

John's face immediately turned ugly and he said: "What's the lowest level? This is... this is an industry segmentation. Do you know the importance of confidentiality? Even the killer can't click on our page."

This dark web is like a chat room, a very old one, but you can't see how many people are online, and there are no avatars. There are only topics. Looking at the user names, most of them are letters and numbers.

But John's username is different. His username is very high-profile, called Killing Machine.

John created a topic with the title Los Angeles is in need of help.

The Los Angeles area is urgently looking for skilled workers, with a daily salary of RMB 1,000, for security tasks. Requirements: legal identity, bringing legal equipment, and must be retired from the Special Forces. If interested, please send a private message, while supplies last.

The content is also very simple. After clicking send, John dropped the mouse, leaned on the transfer, and said with a proud face: "Wait, within ten minutes, you will be waiting to pick someone, not from the special forces." No, I don’t want those with bad attitudes, I don’t want cannon fodder, I don’t want those with too many problems, I don’t want those who are troublesome, I don’t want… Shet! What happened!”

John, who was saying no, suddenly jumped up from his chair. He looked at the computer and said in extreme surprise: "The post has been blocked? What do you mean!"

There is only one line of red text on the computer page, violation of regulations.

John was in a hurry to operate. He clicked on the word "violation", and then a new line of content popped up below.

"Illegal release of information."

John roared angrily: "Illegal release of information? Nonsense, where did I violate the rules? What's wrong with this darknet? Why..."

Gao Guang felt a little horrified because he found that John didn't type, but just shouted a few words, but the words that appeared on the computer seemed to be answering his questions.

"Real place name information appears."

John was stunned for a moment, and then he said angrily: "What if I post a recruitment advertisement without mentioning the place name? Is this idiot website stupid?"

Another line of fonts appeared on the computer, occupying most of the screen, the kind that did not follow the speech standards.

"You don't know the code words to go to the dark web. Are you a rookie? No, you are an idiot. Idiots will always be banned!"

The answer on the computer clearly answered John's question. Then, the writing disappeared and the dark web disappeared.

John was stunned, and Gao Guang said cautiously from the side: "The dark web seems to be mocking you. Well, it's the people on the dark web who are mocking you. Wait a minute, our computer is controlled by someone, right?"

John said in a daze: "Fake, my account, the account I bought for a thousand dollars!"

Gao Guang sighed and said helplessly: "You are really a rookie, right? Well, then do you know what to do next..."