Firepower is king

Things are moving in the planned direction.

At the end of the exercise and after watching another high-profile marksmanship show, Maggs finally made up his mind. After serious and serious discussions with his colleagues, all participants agreed and submitted an application to the Special Operations Command.

The Phantom Force requested a contest with two of the strongest special forces, a showdown regardless of life or death.

This matter cannot be done without the consent of the boss, but it is not enough to obtain the consent of the boss, because whether the opponent is willing or not is still a question.

So all Maggs had to do was make a phone call.

"Hi, old man, how are you doing? Work is going well."

"I am fine, how about you?"

Those who are qualified to be called by Mags must have status, and they are all old foxes. If the call is answered, and the conversation is about work, the other person will basically think of Mags' work.

So Mags changed the subject forcefully and said: "My job is not bad. Young people grow up very fast. According to my idea, the current butter knives and tridents are no longer our opponents. They are inferior." It’s too far away, but it’s just that we’re famous. If we had a fight, we could beat the butter knives all over the ground and the tridents until we cried.’”

As the leader of the phantom force, all Maggs has to do is show his attitude, that is, crazy provocations, pointing at the nose of his competitors, scolding them, and spitting crazily on the necks of those he is involved in.

"Man, you can put my words out there, believe me, that's what I say, a butter knife can cut butter, but the Phantom Force is a piece of steel, and the Trident can spear fish, but the Phantom Force will break the trident, and we just They are the strongest. If they are not convinced, they can come to us for a fight.”

Seize the opportunity to ridicule them wildly, and remind the other party to spread the word. After chatting for a few words, hang up the phone and replace the person.

The chief of staff was even harsher than Mags. After Mags hung up the phone, he heard the chief of staff imitating the cry of a chicken.

"Chi chi chi, ha ha ha, they are just chickens, the phantom army is the strongest!"

Hanging up the phone abruptly, the chief of staff looked over, and then he said to Mags: "At the latest during the day tomorrow, these words should reach their ears. Do you think they will be very angry?" Want us to duel?"

"Probably, no one can bear to be ridiculed like this."

Mags was full of confidence. He waved his hand and said: "The harder we scold, the angrier our opponents will be. As long as they are willing to take action, we will win, so don't be polite and keep calling."

Mags had finished all the phone calls he could make. He stood up and said, "I'm going back first, you continue."

If they want to call and fight together, the reputable people in the Phantom Army will have to attract hatred and try to spread their provocative attitude as wide as possible.

After returning to his office, Mags sat for a while. He thought seriously for a long time, and finally returned to his dormitory.

Mags took off the gun from his waist, then opened a cabinet, took out a box from it, opened it, and took out an old Colt 1911.

This is Mags's favorite gun. Although it is a bit old, this gun means a lot to Mags.

Mags put the gun in his waist and left his dormitory, turned around and walked a few steps, then stopped at the bright dormitory door.

There was a sound inside, so he must have returned. It was just after dinner time, not too early or too late, just the right time.

Mags reached out and knocked on the door, but after a while there was no response, so he increased his strength and knocked on the door again, and then he heard someone inside shout loudly: "Here he comes."

The door opened and it was Demetrius.

Dimitris looked a little surprised, but he immediately stood up, saluted seriously, and said, "Hello, sir."

In return, Mags walked into the door, and before he could say anything, he saw Gao Guang sitting on a chair, and there were a bunch of guns on the table.

Mags opened his mouth slightly, and Lei quickly stood up, saluted, and whispered: "Boss, what are you doing?"

Mags frowned and looked at the pile of guns on the table. Ray's expression was very unnatural. He hurriedly said: "This is, I am, um, bringing the guns over and...maintaining them!"

A shotgun, which is the one Lei often uses, three rifles, two 56-calibers, and a new 8-caliber, a 62-caliber HK417, and a 7mm Barrett. ,

Mags's brows furrowed even more tightly, and he whispered, "Maintenance?"

"Uh, that's right."

Not wanting to talk to Lei anymore, Mags lifted up his clothes, pulled out his pistol from his waist, put it on the table, pushed it in front of Gao Guang, and then said politely: "Please help me fire it. ,May I?"

Gao Guang nodded silently, and then he tilted his head towards Carlos, who took out a needle, a blood collection needle, the kind used for blood tests.

The process of the consecration ceremony is becoming more and more standard. There is no need to use a knife to do it yourself. A lancet is perfectly fine.

Wiping his hands with disinfectant wipes, Carlos was about to give the injection when Lei suddenly said: "Wait a minute!"

Gao Guang's face changed slightly, Magus looked at Lei, and Lei said flatteringly: "Boss, let the mad dog use his blood to bless you. This is called blood blessing. It's very powerful. I've tried it. I took my own gun to the shooting range and it really worked, and the effect was great.”

"oh?"

Lei said excitedly: "I was just one target away from clearing the third level. I was just a little short. I asked Mad Dog to bless me with his blood. I used his blood to bless your gun. Boss, let me He had some blood."

Gao Guang finally couldn't bear it any longer, and he angrily shouted: "You're crazy! I told you that my own blood is enough, but you, you, you brought a bunch of guns here! Are you trying to sacrifice my blood!"

Lei said helplessly: "Mad dog, you can refuse to help me with my gun, but you can't refuse the officer's gun. Don't worry, I will never tell anyone. Only we know, right? Son? You won’t say that, right?”

Mags instantly understood what was going on, and he immediately said: "Well, yes, I will definitely not tell anyone else."

This is how three people become a tiger. No matter how perfect the initial settings are, you can't stand up to other people's imagination and add fuel and jealousy. Now Gao Guang's blood has a blessing effect. If it continues to be passed on, Gao Guang's life may be sacrificed.

Too lazy to say anything, he quickly sent them away to finish their work.

Gao Guang picked up the lancet and gave it to himself. Then he said urgently: "Hurry, hurry up!"

Mags said anxiously: "Please put it on the gun port for me, thank you!"

Mags stabbed it himself, and he stabbed it several times. Then he took the gun in his hand, and Gao Guang also put the gun on it. After reciting a few spells, Mags suddenly said: "Since it is Oriental witchcraft, is it better to use English or Chinese?”

Gao Guang switched to Chinese and muttered a few more words, and then he said loudly: "The ceremony is completed."

Carlos immediately gave Gao Guang an alcohol disinfectant wipe. Gao Guang wiped the wipes on his blood several times, and then said, "That's it, your gun is discharged."

Mags was quite satisfied. The only thing he was a little unhappy about was that Gao Guang wiped the blood with disinfectant alcohol wipes, as if he would collect Gao Guang's DNA information.

Gao Guang threw the wet wipes into the trash can on the side, but Lei said urgently: "You are bleeding from the stabbing, don't waste it, hurry up, hurry up! Give me the gun and shoot it again."

But the wound created by the lancet was too small, and it only took one or two drops of blood to squeeze out. Looking at the pile of guns that Lei brought over, Gao Guang said angrily: "You have gone too far!"

Lei said with a pleading look on his face: "Do me a favor, I'll give you money! I'll treat you to dinner, whatever you say is fine, please."

They were arguing just now, but Mags came. Now in front of Mags, Gao Guang couldn't continue arguing with Lei, so he could only say helplessly: "My blood really doesn't work, but I will make an exception for you, there will be no next time, let alone use my blood to consecrate others. "

"Okay, okay, I promise not to tell."

Gao Guang couldn't do it himself, so he gave his hand to Carlos, who pricked it again.

Blood was stained on Lei's gun like a dragonfly. When the blood was gone, he had to squeeze it. It hurt a lot, but the high light stained all the six spears that Lei brought.

This feels really weird.

"The gun is accurate. It never duds or explodes. No gun in my hand can hit me. It always hits the mark and never malfunctions."

After finishing speaking, Gao Guang said feebly: "Li Cheng, take your gun away."

Lei was very busy. He was busy smearing his own blood on it, and then holding each gun with a pious expression. His consecration ceremony was indeed very troublesome, but after testing the pistol, he truly believed that everything was worth it. .

Finally, Lei was satisfied. He put his guns on his shoulders one after another, and held a big gun in his hand. He said to Gao Guang with a flattering look on his face: "Thank you, you go to bed early. We will see you tomorrow. Let's meet again." grateful."

Lei took his gun and left with great difficulty. Mags looked at the few people in the King's Defense and smiled: "Then I'll take my leave. Thank you. Goodbye."

The two people finally left, and then Patrick said hesitantly: "Boss, is your blood real?"

"It's useless! It's useless!"

Gao Guang was about to collapse. He raised his hand, looked at the fingers that were a little blue due to squeezing blood, and said with extreme helplessness: "My blood is really useless!"

As a fanatical believer, Patrick obviously would not be dismissed easily. He pondered for a moment and finally said: "I understand, my gun and I are partners, and you are not a third party in my marriage. It’s about the relationship between blessing and witnessing, so…Boss!”

Patrick was definitely prepared, otherwise he wouldn't have brought his machine gun.

Putting the machine gun on the table in front of Gao Guang, Patrick said with a serious face: "You can't give others blessings but give up on me, right?"

David scratched his chin and said, "Actually, I'm also somewhat interested now. I only have this gun. Although I think it's a bit ridiculous, there's no harm in trying it, right?"

Patrick completed the theory, what else could he say? There is no reason to bless outsiders, but be stingy with a drop or two of blood for his own men.

Gao Guang stretched out his finger and said to Carlos: "Come on, come on, whoever wants to consecrate it can come."

The blood collection needle is a good method. The pain is not very severe and the bleeding is not too much. However, the bleeding stops quickly and it is a bit uncomfortable to need to be inserted repeatedly.

But Gao Guang didn't realize what would happen to his fingers.

Mags walked out of the high-gloss room with his gun. In fact, he didn't want to tell anyone else, but his old partner and comrade-in-arms were none other than others. They were people he was closer to than family members. Anyway, he would only tell one person. It will make highlighting too difficult.

So Maggs came to the conference room, and waved to the chief of staff among the group of people who continued to make provocative calls.

The chief of staff came out, and Maggs lowered his voice and said calmly: "There is something I will tell you but not others. Lei asked Mad Dog to bless the gun. It is very effective. Mad Dog's witchcraft is really magical."

"Really?"

"Of course it is true. Listen, the point is that Mad Dog must use his blood to bless your gun to be most effective. Do you understand? This guy has a trick up his sleeve, but this matter cannot be told to others. This is someone else's secret, but fortunately, Lei discovered this secret."

The chief of staff kept turning his eyes, and Maggs whispered: "Mad Dog is in his room. I just came back from the bless. You are here now. Go find him with your own gun, you know what I mean."

"I see, I'll go now, uh, tell the training director about this news, he loves guns like his life."

Magnus looked around like a thief with a guilty conscience, then he whispered: "I promise not to tell anyone else, but you are an exception, I only told you, as for who you want to tell, it has nothing to do with me."

The chief of staff nodded immediately, he whispered: "Although it sounds a bit strange, but even if it doesn't work, there is no harm, if it works, it would be really great, it is normal for Chinese people to have some strange mysterious powers, in this case, I will go first , I'll go now. "

After Maggs left, the chief of staff returned to the conference room and waved to the training director. When the training director came out, the chief of staff whispered: "Go find Mad Dog to consecrate it, but remember to let Mad Dog use his blood. It has miraculous effects. Lei and the boss have tried it and the effect is magical. Listen, I will go to him to consecrate it first, and you can go when I come back."

The training director glared, frowned, and said in a lost voice: "Really?"

"Of course it's true. The boss and Lei personally verified it. The boss specifically asked me to consecrate it. Do you think it will work?"

"Is it so magical? Then you go first, I'll go back Get your guns. "

The chief of staff whispered, "If you ask me, forget about the soldiers, but the officers are always qualified to know. This matter cannot be told to too many people. Just tell the instructors under you. Do you understand what I mean?"

"Understood, I'll gather everyone and tell them."

"Come one by one, don't rush in all at once, what if the effect is poor?"

The training director nodded immediately and said sincerely, "The chief of staff is still thoughtful. Come one by one, don't let Mad Dog slack off at the ceremony. I will notify the brothers now, don't let Mad Dog go easily, you go first, I will come later!"