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Looking at the large automatic pistol with her own forearm, Kate has a new understanding of the concept of self-defense weapons, 19mm bullets, twelve rounds of magazines, automatic firing, even if a lot of composite materials are used, This gun is more than 3 kg, what is the concept, you must know that an m4a1 carbine is only 2.86 kg, and the pistol in Fisher's mouth is heavier than a rifle.

"You don't understand, this is a man's romance!" Fisher was already full of enthusiasm. In his last life, he was not so excited when he bought a ma37 model water gun.

"Give me the 20-meter target!" Fisher, who had finished loading, pulled the bolt and raised his gun. In the sizzling sound of the rails, a human-shaped chest target was hooked to a position 20 meters away from Fisher.

"Friendly reminder, this thing will be a little louder!" Fisher, who grinned with white teeth, pulled the trigger with a smile.

"Boom!" Deafening gunshots and bright muzzle flames appeared at the same time, and almost at the same time, the human-shaped chest target was also blown to pieces.

However, to Fisher's surprise, the recoil of this gun, although large, is still manageable, just like a 12-gauge shotgun.

"The adjustable floating stock, the inner diameter of the muzzle has been specially treated, and the flame arrester, which can release almost all the flame and gas on both sides. The only problem now is that the firing sound is loud and the fire is obvious! There is also because Using composite materials, this thing is best not to be used for melee combat!" Samuel explained carefully.

"Of course, we also made a heavy duty rifle with a 50-round drum, that thing was all steel, and the rifle was over 17 pounds, and no one could use that unless it was a soldier with exoskeleton armor! So is it necessary to Change a material? Or reduce the caliber, because small-caliber rocket-propelled ammunition is still somewhat difficult for us, and currently only small-scale production!"

"No, don't cut back. If you continue to research, there will be more funding. In addition, I will install two of this stuff first! By the way, Samuel, find me a technician who is good at carving!"

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Abdullah Hussain carefully put down the knife in his hand. A big-breasted beauty who had just visited their village ordered a silver bracelet from him. It was worth 300 US dollars. He didn't even think about it in the past. Dare to imagine that when he was a child, he learned the craft from his parents for more than ten years, but finally picked up the ak74. If it wasn't for the policy support of the giant god, Abdullah would never have dreamed that he would actually rely on his ancestral craftsmanship to eat this day.

"Aruba! Quickly pack this!" After confirming that the silver bracelet was finished, Abdullah immediately shouted to his eldest son who was an accountant at the front desk.

"Okay, father!" The young man in the little white hat ran over immediately carrying a box.

"Packed, father!" After skillfully packing the accessories with wrapping paper and ribbons, Aruba walked out of the room with the box.

"Bang dang!" Abdullah, who had just stretched his waist, was shocked when he heard a crisp sound.

"You guy, it's better not to tell me you broke the box, because then I should kick your ass!" Abdullah, who was tired, opened the door and walked out.

"What are you looking at?" Seeing the beautiful silver bracelet falling to the ground, Abdullah was about to slap his son, but found that he was looking at the sky with his mouth wide open.

"Dad, what is that?" Aruba pointed to a rapidly approaching black spot in the sky.

Abdullah squinted his eyes and found that the thing seemed to be an armed transport plane of a giant god. When he was a guerrilla in his early years, he was disgraced by this thing.

"It's just a plane, what's there to see, get the box ready, the guests are still waiting!"

"But Dad, that plane seems to be heading towards us!"

"What?" Abdullah raised his head and stared carefully for a few seconds before confirming the fact that the transport plane seemed to be flying towards him.

Shouldn't this be to catch me? Isn't that what the policy says, as long as you put down your arms and finish the labor reform period, you will be forgiven? Countless thoughts flashed by, but Abdullah had no intention of running away. The giant had already registered the population of all the people, and he would be caught by the National Guard in the town before he ran out.

When Abdullah saw the transport plane spraying blue fire and landing in front of his door, the worried Abdullah instantly raised his heart in his throat.

When four soldiers wearing training uniforms, tactical vests, and rifles slung over their chests stepped out of the Xi'an VTOL transport plane, Abdullah almost fainted, because the giant security police were dressed like this.

"Who is Abdullah Hussein?" A female officer in a ponytail asked loudly to the crowd.

"I, I am!" After taking a deep breath and rubbing his son's head, Abdullah stepped forward and said respectfully.

"You are the best silversmith here?" the female officer asked again.

"Yes, I'm... a silversmith, and I don't dare to call myself the best!" Abdullah, who wanted to say that I was a prisoner of war, was stunned for a second after hearing the female officer's words. They didn't seem to be here to arrest him.

"Okay, come with us, there is a list for you to do!"

"Ah!" Abdullah was dumbfounded.

"What are you doing, get on the plane, we are running out of time!"

"Oh!" Abdullah, who had reacted, hurriedly put on his little white hat and followed the soldiers on the plane.

The news that Abdullah was taken away by the soldiers quickly spread to the nearby villages, and his wife, who was visiting his mother-in-law's house with his young son, naturally also knew the news. It was not clear why the woman was in a hurry. I ran home and cried for a long time with my eldest son in my arms, and then began to prepare for Abdullah's funeral. After buying a lot of incense, candles, grease, etc., the three sat in the room. After waiting until the evening, when Abdullah walked into the house with a thousand dollars in his arms and a leg of lamb in his arms, his wife fainted.

"This prodigal woman!" Abdullah, who heard the reason from his two sons, was angry and laughed, but his wife was dizzy, so he could only go to invite the doctor into the house again, and wake up Abdullah leisurely La's wife cried when she saw her husband who was intact.

And Abdullah had to explain that he was taken to help a big boss to sculpt accessories. His craftsmanship was excellent, and the other party was very satisfied. He not only gave himself twice the wages but also gave himself a stack of food stamps. , he took the food stamps to exchange for some imported cakes, and after he took a leg of lamb, his wife burst into tears.

"Smile, go and cook the leg of lamb, and bring me a cup of tea. I've walked a long way from town to get here. I'm exhausted!"

In fact, Abdullah is not an exception. In the past few years, because the living environment has become worse and worse, a large number of militants chose to come out of the mountains to surrender to the Iraqi security forces and the giant security forces. The wicked go to Africa to play in the sand, and the other unfortunate ones are dragged to labor camps to build their beautiful homes. Of course, Fisher will not let these guys only know how to work. There are all kinds of labor camps. The training class taught them various skills, such as electric welding, cooking, beauty salons, and excavators. Fisher also specially inscribed a plaque for the training class, called New Western Training Class. As long as they learn well, they can shorten the time. During the time of hard labor, he performed well and could be released early. It can be said that his move disintegrated most of the militants who needed a headache for the giant god. As for the remaining diehards, they were handed over to the ghost team. These veterans or Execute decapitations, or instruct bombers to deliver a laser-guided bomb into their home.

In a word, except that the quality of life in Iraq may not be as good as that during the Sadamu period, other aspects have recovered to the previous level, even in medical care and transportation communication. After all, Iraqi people did not have smartphones and tablets during the SDM period. computer.

The changes made by the giants to Iraq are extremely huge. It can even be said that if the giants withdraw from Iraq, Iraq will return to the state before 2003, with no central government decrees, many local factions, and constant warlords and bandits, so even in Iraq There are a few officials among the officials who feel that the giant tail is too big to take any action, let alone what they are going to do to the giant. Once they have this idea, the civilians who receive the giant's salary will tear them apart.

Therefore, even if some people of insight know that the giant god is a cup of poison to quench thirst, they still have to drink it, but after drinking it, Iraq has to gradually transform into the shape of a giant god.

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Looking at the hole less than 20 meters away from him, Fisher took a deep breath and slammed the golf ball.

"Looks like I still need to practice!" Fisher's father smiled and handed the pole to the bodyguard. He walked to the battery car not far away, took out two bottles of iced mineral water from it, and threw them to Fisher. After drinking one bottle, he picked up the other bottle and drank most of it at once.

"After all, I'm not like you fight every day!" Fisher took a sip of mineral water, then stepped on the turf under his feet, and let out a long breath.

After inspecting the Titan base in Iraq, Fisher returned to his old home, Boston, the capital of Massachusetts.

Boston is not only the largest city in the northeastern United States, but also a cultural city with a long history. There are Harvard and MIT, and it is also the origin of the outbreak of the Revolutionary War. Boston Tea, Lexington Guns, Bunker Mountain, Concord, it can be said that there is a long anti-British historical atmosphere here, and Fisher came here to participate in the annual meeting of the Boston Consortium, and to find a good brother to help him block the gun. After all, he To prepare to engage in the McCarran Group, if it is only the giant god to fight, it will be very noticeable. If there are a few good brothers, then this fight will become an ordinary business conflict.

"I understand what you think, but the McCarran Group is not as easy to deal with as you think!" Although he is no longer involved in family affairs, Fisher's father is very concerned about the complex and entangled relationships between these financial groups. Fisher still needs to learn.

"James McCarran, their history dates back to the Hundred Years' War. At that time, their family was a very important supplier of weapons to the French army. Originally, with this credit, they could have a very good earl title, but his ancestors I felt that the war was still in a stalemate, so I chose to bet on both sides!"

"Then France won and they were liquidated!" Fisher took over, something he still vaguely remembered when he watched the movie.

"Yes, after being liquidated, the Macallan family was forced to go into exile in England. It was not until the death of Charles VII that they returned to France and kept a low profile. During the French Revolution, they rose again, relying on the rise of Napoleon. Arms suppliers in France! Then there are World War I and World War II. Speaking of which, the McCarran Group was still working for Lapian in World War II, but after the war, nothing happened, you dare to believe it!" Speaking of which, Fisher Er's father is amazed.

"Anyway, it's all spicy and crispy pots, and they're all forced!"

"Yes, they were forced!" Father Fisher kneaded the finished water bottle into a ball and stuffed it into the trunk of the car.

"I say this, mainly to tell you that forces like The McCarran Group are closely intertwined with those families in mainland Europe. You have me and I have you, and they influence each other. If you want to bring them down, you must The teacher is famous!"

"The teacher is famous. For example, how about James McCarran being the behind-the-scenes sponsor of terrorists?" Fisher touched his stubble and said thoughtfully.

"Cough, you can't talk nonsense, you know, child, I know your ideals, I and your mother can't understand, but we will support you unconditionally, so I will share your thoughts with other family members. , I think they will also support you, after all, are we a Boston consortium!"

"I understand, father!" Fisher nodded, and when he was about to say something more provocative, another battery car drove over. Kate, who was dressed in sports, was wearing a sports vest and a pair of sports shorts, next to the same dress. The two of Fisher's mother sat in the back of the car and greeted loudly.

"They're all on their way! Do you still want to play?"

"Understood! John, tell everyone to gather, we are going back to the hotel!" Fisher nodded and greeted John, who was following behind him, to ask him to gather the bodyguards. The other families of the consortium are already on their way, and now they are also Gotta get there, or at least not be late!

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