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Chapter 12 Rifle Association Celebrations

"What? Speak up, it's very noisy here!"

"We've found Tony Stark, and we're sending him back to the U.S. base!" Gideon yelled, almost putting the communicator in his mouth.

"Oh, ok, just send it back, remember to ask Stark to reimburse the bill, I still have something to do here!" After saying this, Fisher hung up the phone, just kidding, and sent Stark Ke goes home, is it important to accompany the girl to shoot?These subordinates are so incapable of being human, they ordered Cormac, the commander of the True Sons, to deduct the team's year-end bonus!

On the other side, in the large cabin of the Black Hawk helicopter, Rhodes and Stark were looking at each other.

"What is your boss doing? I heard gunshots?" Rhodes was very curious.

"Isn't it an activity of the Rifle Association these few days? The old man in the boss's house likes this, so they should be at the venue!"

"The Rifle Association? Why don't they invite me to their events?" Stark was surprised as if he heard a new term.

"Because they don't have models and rum there, but a bunch of women and beer, and you shouldn't be welcome if you go there!" Rhodes sarcastically leaned on the bulkhead.

"Why? It's not like I haven't fired a gun before!"

"No, no, you don't understand. Those who go there to play with guns are all kinds of firearms enthusiasts. They just want to feel the charm of shooting, not to show off their weapons!" Rhodes tilted himself. Erlang changed his legs and said again, "And your top priority now is to go back to China to recuperate, not to participate in any activities!"

"Well, I miss the taste of cheeseburgers so much now!"

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"What's wrong? Is there something wrong with the company?"

"It's okay, that Stark was found!"

"Oh, I thought what a big deal, let's continue!"

"Okay, let's go!" Fisher vigorously threw four ceramic targets filled with colored powder towards the distant sky.

Then the old father standing next to him raised the Mossberg M590 shotgun in his hand to quickly fire, load, fire, load.

After four shots were fired, four clusters of red smoke exploded in the air, and the crowd watching immediately burst into applause.

"You want one?" Papa Fisher asked, holding up Mossberg.

"No, I don't like pumps! Isn't semi-auto bad?" Fisher rejected Mossberg and took out his m1014 from the box beside him.

"Start, timing!" The staff on the side pressed the timer, and then Fisher rushed into the shooting range, and the roaring shotgun shattered seven targets in a few seconds. Pulled out a shotgun from the loaded feeder, filled it into the magazine from the ejection port, loaded it with a click, and shattered the last target.

"Seven seconds 31!"

"How about it, isn't it good!" Fisher proudly blew on the steaming muzzle of the gun.

"That's right, let's go, let's go somewhere else!"

As an annual event for shooting enthusiasts, it is naturally impossible for the Rifle Association to hold a free shooting event. In fact, this can only be regarded as a warm-up.

Strictly speaking, the first event should be a weapons exhibition. Basically all small arms companies in the United States will display their new products or some tactical accessories here, and some shooting enthusiasts will also show their wives to them. Let others show off.

The stretch of tents on the lawn stretches for several kilometers, and there are hundreds of manufacturers participating in the exhibition. Although Fisher himself is only here to make soy sauce, it does not prevent him from admiring other people's "wives".

The second item of the firearms exhibition should be the shooting session. In order to enliven the atmosphere, the Rifle Association even pulled out an antique 88 gun from its inventory. Fisher even tried to shoot a round. The smoke and dust ruined his handmade shirt worth several thousand dollars, but it was good enough.

After shooting the cannonball and eating a delicious Texas barbecue, Fisher wandered around the nearby shooting range when he had nothing to do. As a result, at the CQB shooting range, he met a person he never dreamed of.

Black parted hair, thick stubble, a straight suit, coupled with sharp movements and sharp marksmanship, if it's not Keanu Reeves, who is it?

In order to prevent misidentification, Fisher also specifically inquired about the name of this man with others.

"He, his name is John Wick. He seems to be an actuary, but his marksmanship and body skills are very neat. He doesn't look like a middle-aged man at all!" A well-intentioned person who knew him mentioned a few words to Fisher.

"John Wick?" Fisher carefully searched for the name from the memory deep in his mind, as if it was some kind of killer from the Continental Hotel.

At this time, John Wick had completed the shooting project. After checking the weapon neatly, he handed it to the staff on the side. The audience watching his shooting gave him warm applause.There are even a few guys who are eager to try and plan to go up and make a few gestures.

And John Wick also planned to fight, but before he agreed, a middle-aged woman squeezed out from the crowd and twisted his arm. That should be his wife.

"John, don't get too excited, fight with others!" John Wick's wife Helen is an editor of a newspaper. Although she is not very interested in guns, she still comes here with her husband to take a look. Is there any material to write an article or something.

"Don't worry, nothing will happen!" John Wick patted his wife's hand with a smile. Just as he was about to go to the competition, the mobile phone on his waist suddenly rang.

"Sorry, I have something to do, let's make an appointment next time!" Seeing a string of mysterious codes on the phone screen, John Wick apologized to the challengers and pulled his wife to leave.

"Mr. John Wick?"

"You are?" Looking at the young man standing in front of him, John asked doubtfully.

"I'm the CEO of Atlas Corporation!" Fisher handed over a business card, "I appreciate your shooting skills, just like art, are you interested in being a spokesperson for our civilian weapons?"

"Spokesperson?" John Wick looked at the special gilded font on the business card, and was quite moved.You must know that being a killer is not as glamorous as ordinary people think. You can go in and out of a sports car. If you want to assassinate the target, you can take a sniper rifle from a distance and finish the job. From the beginning of receiving the order, the killer needs to find out the target's hobbies and travel. Rules, the number of bodyguards, security loopholes, etc., the most important thing is that sometimes the employer will ask the assassination to be disguised as an accident, and the assassin is really not a very honorable profession, so even Wick's wife only knows that her husband is The actuary at the Continental Hotel in New York didn't know he was a killer.

"Uh, I'm sorry, Mr. Fisher, I have some urgent matters now, I will seriously consider your proposal, now I have to go, offended!" John Wick solemnly put away his business card, and Fei After Scheer nodded, he took his wife and ran to the parking lot quickly.

Fisher didn't take it seriously. The reason why he called John Wick was only because he liked Keanu Reeves very much in his previous life.

"Maybe we can take a photo together if we meet that day!"

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After Tony Stark returned to New York, there was an uproar soon. The media from all walks of life gathered in Stark Tower like a shark smelling blood, waiting for his arrival.

"I'm going to close Stark Industries' weapons R&D department!"

Stark's words were like a stone being thrown into a calm pond. Obadiah's heart shrank suddenly when he heard this, and he almost twitched.

After the reporters heard this, their eyes shone brightly, and various questions popped up one after another.

"Mr. Stark, I heard that you were attacked by a weapon made by Stark Industries in the Middle East. Is this true?"

"Mr. Stark, I heard that you escaped by seducing the terrorist boss. Is this true?"

Obadiah frowned and looked at the reporter who asked the question. After realizing that he was just a reporter from an entertainment news tabloid, before he even opened his mouth, two big-armed security guards threw the guy out.

But Stark himself ignored these reporters at all, and left the hall after talking about his plan on his own.

"Tony, listen to me, I know you have suffered a lot, but we don't need to shut down the weapon production line! This is the pillar of Stark Industries!" Obadiah was anxious, the weapon industry is his lifeblood , It was he and Howard who founded it together at the beginning. Now that Stark is about to shut down with a word, Obadiah even got violent on the spot, and he has the heart to strangle Stark to death.

"Do you know, Obadiah, what did I encounter over there? Countless innocent people died under the weapons I developed, and they could have lived happily!" Stark stopped and turned his head to look at into Obadiah's eyes.

"Then we can build a foundation and donate some money. Didn't you want to set up a charitable foundation a while ago? I'll help you go to the board of directors to get it done. We can also contact Giant God and ask them to send out mercenaries to kill those terrorists." Elimination, these are fine, but it is really unnecessary to close the weapon research and development department!" Obadiah even began to beg Stark to take back his previous speech.

"No, Obadiah, the weapon research and development department must be closed!" Tony Stark's tone was firm and undeniable.

"Well, since this is your plan!" Obadiah froze on the spot, his eyes gradually turned cold, then he turned and walked towards the exit of the building, and at the same time took out his mobile phone.

"Prepare the plane, I'm going to Afghanistan, yes, yes, immediately, immediately!"

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(End of this chapter)