The new super cute from Meiman

Chapter 51 You call this a self-defense weapon?

Looking at the large automatic pistol as long as her own forearm, Kate has a new understanding of the concept of self-defense weapons, 19mm bullets, twelve rounds of magazines, fully automatic firing, even if a lot of composite materials are used, This gun weighs more than 3 kilograms. What kind of concept is this? You need to know that an m4a1 carbine is only 2.86 kilograms, and the pistol that Fisher said is heavier than a rifle.

"You don't understand, this is the romance of a man!" Fischer's face is full of fanaticism now. In his previous life, he spent a lot of money on a ma37 model water gun. He was not so excited when he got it.

"Give me a 20-meter target!" After reloading, Fisher pulled the bolt and raised the gun. Amid the sizzling sound of the guide rail, a human-shaped breast target was hooked to a position 20 meters away from Fisher.

"Friendly reminder, this thing will be a bit loud!" Fisher grinned and pulled the trigger with a grin.

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

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

"Adjustable floating stock, while the inner diameter of the muzzle has been specially treated, and there is also a flame arrester, which can release almost all the flames and gas on both sides. Now the only problem is that the firing sound is loud and the fire is obvious! There is also because Composite materials are used, so it’s best not to use it for close combat!" Samuel explained carefully.

"Of course, we also make a heavy rifle with a 50-round drum. That thing is made of all steel. The rifle weighs more than 17 pounds. Unless it is a soldier equipped with an exoskeleton armor, no one can use that at all! So is it necessary Change a material? Or reduce the caliber, because small-caliber rocket-propelled ammunition is still a bit difficult for us, and it can only be produced on a small scale at present!"

"No, don't cut it down. If you continue to study, there will be more funding. In addition, I will install two pieces of this thing first! By the way, Samuel, find me a good sculptor!"

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Abdullah Hussein carefully put down the carving knife in his hand. Just now a beautiful woman with big breasts who visited his village ordered a silver bracelet from him. Dare to think, when he was a child, he and his parents learned the craftsmanship for more than ten years, but finally picked up the ak300. If it weren't for the policy support of the Titans, Abdullah would never have imagined that he would actually rely on ancestral craftsmanship for a living.

"Aruba! Pack this up!" Confirming that the silver bracelet had been made, Abdullah immediately called out to his eldest son who was an accountant at the front desk.

"Okay, father!" The young man in the white hat immediately ran over with a box in his hand.

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

"Bang!" Abdullah, who had just stretched his waist, turned pale with fright when he heard a crisp sound.

"You bastard, it's best not to tell me that you broke the box, because then I should kick your ass hard!" Abdullah, who was tired, opened the door curtain viciously 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 him looking at the sky with his mouth wide open.

"Dad, what's that?" Aruba pointed to a fast approaching black spot in the sky.

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

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

"But Dad, that plane seems to be coming our way!"

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

Could this be to catch me?Didn't the policy say that as long as you lay down your weapons and serve the labor reform period, you will forget the past?Countless thoughts flashed by, but Abdullah had no intention of running away. The Colossus had registered the population of all the people, and he would be captured by the town's National Guard before he ran out.

When Abdullah, who was anxious, saw the transport plane landing in front of his door spraying blue flames, his heart immediately came to his throat.

When four soldiers wearing training uniforms, tactical vests, and rifles on their chests stepped out of the Xi'an VTOL transport plane, Abdullah almost fainted, because the security police of the Giant God were dressed in this way.

"Who is Abdullah Hussein?" A female officer with a ponytail at the head asked the crowd loudly.

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

"Are you the best silversmith here?" the female officer asked again.

"Yes, I... am 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 when he heard the female officer's words. They didn't seem to be here to arrest him.

"Okay, come with us, there is an order for you to do!"

"Ah!" Abdullah was a little dumbfounded.

"What are you doing in a daze, get on the plane, we are short on time!"

"Oh!" Abdullah, who came to his senses, hurriedly put on his little white hat, and followed the soldiers onto the plane.

The news that Abdullah was taken away by the soldiers quickly spread to the nearby villages, and his wife, who took his youngest son to visit his mother-in-law's natal house, naturally also knew the news. The woman who didn't know why her husband was taken away hurriedly After running home, he hugged his eldest son and cried for a long time, and then began to prepare for Abdullah's funeral. After buying a lot of incense candles, grease, and the like, the three of them sat in the room After waiting until night, when Abdullah, who carried 1000 yuan in his arms and a cake and leg of lamb, walked into the house happily, his wife passed out directly.

"This prodigal bitch!" Abdullah laughed angrily when he heard the reason from his two sons, but his wife was dizzy, so he could only invite the doctor into the house and wake Abdullah slowly. Wife La looked at her husband who was intact and burst into tears.

And Abdullah had no choice but to explain that he was taken to help a big boss to sculpt ornaments. His craftsmanship was excellent, and the other party was very satisfied. He not only gave himself twice the wages, but also gave him a stack of food coupons. , I took the food stamps and went to exchange some imported pastries first, and after I got a leg of lamb, his wife burst into tears.

"Laughing fart, go and boil the leg of lamb, and bring me a cup of tea. I have traveled a long way from the town to get here. I am exhausted!"

In fact, Abdullah is not alone. 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 and surrender to the Iraqi security forces and the giant security forces. After screening these guys, The heinous ones went to Africa to play in the sand, and the other unlucky ones were dragged to labor camps to build their beautiful homes. Of course, Fisher would not let these guys just know how to work. There are all kinds of labor camps The training class taught them various skills, such as electric welding, cooking, hairdressing, and excavators. Fisher specially wrote a plaque for the training class, called the New Western Training Class. As long as they learn well, they can shorten their 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 that the Giant God needed to worry about. As for the remaining diehards, they were handed over to the Ghost Squad. Perform decapitation, or instruct the bombers to drop a laser-guided bomb into their homeland.

In short, apart from the fact that the quality of life in Iraq is not as good as it was when Sadamu was in power, other aspects have returned to the previous level, and even the medical care, transportation and communication are even worse. After all, the Iraqi people did not have smartphones and tablets during the SDM period. computer.

Colossus has made huge changes to Iraq. It can even be said that if Colossus withdraws from Iraq, then Iraq will return to the state before 03. There will be no central government orders, there will be many local factions, and warlords and bandits will continue, so even in Iraq Among the officials, there are a few people who think that the giant god's tail is too big to lose, and they dare not take any action. Let alone what they want to do to the giant god, once they have this idea, the civilians who receive the giant god's salary will tear them alive.

Therefore, even if some insightful people know that the giant god is a cup of poison that quenches thirst with poison, they still have to drink it, but after drinking it, Iraq has to slowly become the shape of the giant god.

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Looking at the hole less than 20 meters away from him, Fisher took a deep breath, swung the golf ball lightly, and the golf ball rolled over and stopped abruptly less than a palm away from the hole.

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

"After all, I don't fight like you every day!" Fisher took a sip of mineral water, then stepped on the turf under his feet, and let out a sigh of relief.

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

Boston is not only the largest city in the Northeast of the United States, but also a cultural city with a long history. There are Harvard and MIT here. It is also the root of the outbreak of the War of Independence. Boston tea party, Lexington gunshots, Bunker Mountain, Concord, can be said to have a long anti-British historical atmosphere, and Fisher came here to attend the annual regular meeting of the Boston Consortium, and to find a good brother to help him block the gun, after all, he We must prepare to engage the Macallan Group. If only the giant gods fight in the end, it will be very attractive. If there are a few more good brothers, then this battle will become an ordinary commercial conflict.

"I understand what you think, but this Macallan 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 familiar with the complex and entangled relationships between these consortiums. It's something Fisher still needs to learn.

"James McAllen, 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 get a very good earl title, but his ancestors I felt that the war was at a stalemate, so I chose to hedge my bets!"

"Then France won and liquidated them!" Fisher took over the conversation, which he still vaguely remembered when he watched the movie.

"Yes, they were liquidated. The Macallan family was forced to go into exile in England. They didn't return to France until the death of Charles VII. They lived in a low-key manner. During the French Revolution, they rose again, relying on Napoleon's rise to become Arms supplier in France! Then there are World War I and World War II. Speaking of which, the Macallan Group was still working for Spicy in World War II, but after the war, nothing happened, dare you believe it!" Speaking of this, Fisher Er's father was amazed.

"It's all spicy and crispy pot anyway, they are all forced!"

"That's right, they were forced!" Father Fisher crumpled the finished water bottle and stuffed it into the trunk of the car.

"I said this mainly to tell you that forces like the Macallan Group are intertwined with those families in Europe. You have me in you and you in me. They influence each other. If you want to bring them down, you must Master is famous!"

"It's a famous teacher, for example, how about James McCarron being the sponsor behind the terrorists?" Fisher stroked his stubble and said thoughtfully.

"Ahem, you can't talk nonsense, you know, child, I know your ideals and your mother can't understand, but we will support you unconditionally, so I will communicate your ideas with other families , I think they will support you too, after all we are a Boston consortium!"

"I understand, Father!" Fisher nodded, and when he wanted to say a few more words, another battery car drove up. Kate was dressed in a sporty outfit, wearing a sports vest and a pair of sports shorts. Fisher's mother and the two sat in the back row of the car and greeted loudly.

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

"Understood! John, tell everyone to assemble, we are going back to the hotel!" Fisher nodded, beckoning to John who was following him to gather his bodyguards. The other families of the consortium are already on their way, and now they are also Gotta hurry, at least not late!

　I didn’t expect that chc HD was broadcasting Halo Legend. It’s a pity that the sergeant who controlled the prototype died, and there was also Carl 141. It’s uncomfortable to watch it again.

　　

　

(End of this chapter)