The beautiful daily life of Black Light Salted Fish

"If I need to modify it, can you do it directly here?"

"The gunsmith's workshop is right next door. You can do whatever you want, we can do it all for you!"

In the mercenary black market in Le Havre, Watson grabbed a specially made RPK light machine gun.

The butt and handguard of this gun have been replaced with polymer materials, and the original AK series' iconic sliding rear sight blade has been replaced with a Picatinny rail that extends to the top of the entire handguard, with an overall length of Palm size. Just like Watson's previous FAL automatic rifle, as long as the money is available, people today have many ways to modify it.

He had planned to continue using the RPD, but Mother Wolf gave everyone $3000 as a Christmas gift. It happened that everyone came to the weapons black market again today, so Watson was heartbroken and simply decided to buy another light machine gun.

Maybe two.

A man buys a gun just like a woman buys clothes. If you buy it for the first time, you will buy it countless times, and you can never have too much.

"You said you want to remove the bipod and get a new flash hider for the muzzle?"

The shop owner was a bearded uncle wearing a cotton hat. Hearing Watson's request, he frowned in confusion: "This is a special model that uses a reinforced receiver and a custom-made heavy barrel. It weighs more than 6 kilograms including the drum." Well, if you don’t need a tripod, do you have to weld it to the car to shoot? If you use it on the car, wouldn’t it be better for you to buy the PKM general-purpose machine gun next to it?”

RPK, like PKM, is a member of the AK gun family that was born in the 20s. The calibers of the two are different. The RPK uses the same 60x7.62mm intermediate-power bullet as other AKs; while the PKM uses 39x7.62mm, which is the same specification as the Mosin-Nagant rifle during World War II. Fortunately, PKM general-purpose machine guns are also very common in Africa, and ammunition should not be difficult to find.

But RPK has another advantage: it uses magazines/drums to feed ammunition. In addition to a separate 40-round magazine or a 75-round drum magazine, the RPK can also accept the AK standard 30-round steel magazine. In other words, after the bullets are exhausted, you can just pull out a 7.62mm AK magazine from the ground and continue firing.

"almost."

After turning around in his mind, Watson shrugged his shoulders with a 'you'd better not ask' expression on his face.

The uncle laughed when he heard this, and the scars on his face made him look a little ferocious: "Okay, okay, okay, you are the boss, you have the final say!"

After half an hour of tossing, Watson came out carrying two guns.

He came all the way to the open-air shed where a large number of helmets and armor were hung, where Luper was waiting for the goods. When it was not raining, the rainforest was humid and hot, and there were many mosquitoes, which required some special combat equipment. Seeing Watson walk in, Mother Wolf looked at his two machine guns in surprise: "Are you planning to develop into a heavy firepower player?"

"why not?"

Watson spread his hands: "I wear such heavy armor just to stand and shoot with bullets."

Taking a look at the thin figure of this beautiful boy, the French wife chose to change the subject: "What's wrong with you and Bertha? Don't tell me that it's okay. Even four eyes could tell that she was in a bad mood last night. And Bertha is in a bad mood today." This is the first time that I found an excuse not to come with you. Watson, did you two have a fight? Wasn't it good yesterday afternoon? "

Without looking at Luper, Watson turned to look at the piece of armor on his head and was silent for a while: "We...actually weren't quarreling as you said. I don't really want to explain it. I'm sorry, but...actually... This is my fault."

"......it is good."

Luper didn't ask any further questions, but just pushed over a few heavy canvas bags. Bertha was absent, and Four Eyes was busy doing experiments, so today only she and Watson went out to get equipment. As a 'strength soldier', Mr. Deathstroke must work hard this time. The two of them piled all their things into the jeep and headed back to the city.

Watson said little today.

While holding the steering wheel, Mother Wolf looked at Watson in the passenger seat with her peripheral vision. He was looking out the car window in a daze, his short and medium chestnut hair blown by the wind, completely revealing his beautiful profile; there was melancholy hidden in those deep eyes, which made people want to explore. Having seen the other person's calm and casual appearance, the woman couldn't help but feel strange about his expression at this time.

"I know Bertha's character, she's not the type to express her emotions."

Seeing Watson turn his head, Luper continued: "Bessa has changed a lot from the first day you joined the team to now. We all see it in our eyes. There is no doubt that this girl cares about you. I I heard from her that in order to cure her injuries, you tried to get expensive medicines and equipment... In our industry, having love is a very luxurious thing."

The woman stopped narrating and seemed to be organizing her words: "Watson, any bullet or fragment on the battlefield may take away a life. Do you understand? This is the life of a mercenary. There is revenge, there is resentment, there is complaint, Repay kindness when you are kind, and if love is rare...then don't let yourself regret it."

"...Is this the same for you and Four Eyes?"

Watson lowered his eyes and replied softly.

"What? You want to get involved?"

Seeing this beautiful boy's expression change from melancholy to surprise, coupled with some confusion and confusion, the wolf mother finally burst into laughter, and her plump chest swayed: "I'm just kidding, she and I just take what we have. Need, in fact, this is the most common state for everyone. Didn’t I tell you? We may die suddenly one day, but no one will think about being responsible. As long as we see the right eye, who will go Do you care about tomorrow?"

"Well, thank you for those words."

"No, thank yourself."

The French wife smiled and returned her gaze to the front: "If you weren't so cute and tender, I wouldn't have the patience to tell you so much."

The jeep sped back to the city.

After the sun went down, the trio, who had been out for whoring for more than half a month, finally returned.

Beltway's tall, fat figure was very conspicuous, and Watson could recognize him from a distance as he stood at the basement door. But before the chatty fat man could speak, the ghost in front of him shouted out: "Yo!!! Isn't this our super hunk? It's been so long, don't you know what you missed?"

"Did I miss something?"

Watson didn't ask until the trio arrived. Brother Ghost took two steps forward and put his arm around his shoulders: "What did you miss? You missed the whole paradise! Let me talk to you carefully, wait a minute, Bertha isn't here, right?"

The big Slavic man quickly searched for a while and then continued the topic: "Do you know how I have spent the past half a month? Open your eyes and close your eyes!"

He raised his other hand and waved it in waves like a band conductor: "Open your eyes and close your eyes! Angels are flying in front of me. The softness and warmth that is hard to let go of are like returning to the mother's arms." Same, you know? And top-notch foie gras, you can just, like, pour it all on and lick it clean. Oh... for God's sake, My dear Watson, it is simply the greatest regret of your life that you did not come with us that day."

"Stop showing off that show of yours!"

The fat Beltwill pulled away the ghost and put his face next to Watson's ear: "Hey! Macho man, tell me, how is the progress between you and Bertha?"

Crunch!

As soon as the fat man finished saying this, someone pushed open the big iron door at the basement entrance not far away. After a few seconds of silence, Victor, the crew-cut man who had been silent, said, "...Is that Bertha? Did I identify the wrong person?"

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January 1998, 1, the dawn of the New Year.

The rising sun rises from the end of the horizon, dyeing the wide river surface golden yellow. The dense rainforests on both sides of the bank were endless. As a wave hit the boat, several boxes of ammunition swayed, making a crisp sound like the collision of gold coins. Apart from the boatman, Watson was the only one awake.

Two days ago, they arrived at Cairo Airport in Egypt. After admiring the pyramids and desert scenery for a long time, we boarded a classic Douglas DC-3 propeller plane. The journey by car up the hillside and then boarding the boat made everyone a little tired, and now the wolf team was on the water of the Congo River. After handing over the security mission to Watson, Luper fell asleep with peace of mind.

My ears caught the chirping of birds in the treetops.

After checking the status of the weapon, Watson reinserted the 40-round magazine into the RPK light machine gun. This weapon will be used as an automatic rifle because compared to the PKM, the barrel of the RPK cannot be quickly replaced and there is a risk of permanent deformation if it overheats for a long time.

Apart from these two newly purchased guns, the only other main weapons are FAL automatic rifles. When it comes to equipment selection, Watson actually has a common problem among gamers, that is, he wants to bring everything. However, in the African war zone, unless you can carry it close to your body, it may be turned out and stolen at any time. Local residents who have been in poverty for many years will not miss any opportunity to make money.

——This is a lesson learned by the mercenaries.

......

"Here we are."

As soon as the boat docked, Beltway couldn't wait to jump on it, and the half-prosthetic leg did not affect his movements at all. The Congolese jungle is crossed by the earth's equator, so most of the time, the scorching midday sun can burn people to the point of cracking.

Watson looked at the small dock.

He had never been ashore before, and he finally had the opportunity to see the black people on the street with his own eyes. At the end of the walkway made of wooden planks, brick houses and thatched wooden houses are mixed together. Many fences are made of barbed wire and discarded metal plates. They are simply more dilapidated than the slums in the suburbs of Paris. Many black women, just like in the documentary, were walking through the small market with pots on their heads.

"Welcome to primitive society."

The ghost brother patted Watson on the shoulder: "Forget your living habits in the civilized world, and pay more attention to those little brats when you walk on the street later. They are very thieves. If you lose something, you can Don’t even think about getting it back.”

"Yeah."

Watson pointed to the AWM sniper rifle lent to the other party: "So keep an eye on my treasure."

On the day the trio returned to Le Havre, the ghost was shocked when he entered Watson's room for the first time, and then repeatedly asked you if you had done any private business during the vacation. Watson had a rare visit to Versailles and said that he didn't do anything. He just chatted with an old man and flew with an old lady. He stopped by her house to stay for a while, ate and chatted, and then they gave these gifts.

For Lady Death's sake, he was telling the truth.

But obviously, Ghost's thoughts are not so pure. Watson still remembers the guy looking at the XM500 and jokingly retorting: "Hell, if I had a look like you, I would also eat soft food. Next time you must go to De Wallen with me, I bet , those women won’t even ask you to pay.”

After half an hour.

The Wolf Pack walked into a bar.

It's said to be a bar, but it's actually just a thatched pavilion without a single wall, supported only by a few rows of wooden columns. Luper looked around twice and came to a large table first. There is already a big man sitting here, wearing shorts, slippers and a floral shirt. He looks like a holiday tourist: "Is this your man?"

"Yes."

The wolf mother pulled out a chair and sat down, pointing at the man: "This is Vigo, our guide and liaison for this mission."

Vigo raised his palms towards Watson and others as a greeting. His eyes stayed for a moment on Watson's turned-up collar to cover his face, and then returned to Luper's face: "You should have told them, right? This time the matter is more complicated. So you have to use another identity. Get involved in, you know, labor dispatch. And..."

"And what?"

"You may be dealing with private contractors."