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  Chapter 51 Do you call this a self-defense weapon?

Looking at the large automatic pistol with its own forearm length, 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 is over 3 kilograms. What is the concept? An m4a1 carbine is only 2.86 kilograms, and the pistol in Fisher's mouth is heavier than a rifle.

   "You don't understand, this is a man's romance!" Fisher is already full of enthusiasm this time. In his previous life, he spent a lot of money to get a ma37 model water gun and he was not so excited when he got it.

  "Give me a twenty-meter target!" After finishing loading, Fisher pulled the bolt and raised the gun. Amidst the scream of the guide rail, a human-shaped chest target was hooked to a position 20 meters away from Fisher.

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

   "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 large, it is still within the controllable range, just like a 12-caliber shotgun.

"The adjustable floating buttstock has a special treatment for the inner diameter of the muzzle, and a flame arrester, which can release almost all flame and gas like on both sides. The only problem now is that the fire is loud and the fire is obvious! And because Using composite materials, this thing is best not to be used in close combat!" Samuel explained carefully.

"Of course, we also made a heavy-duty rifle with 50 rounds of drums. The thing is made of all steel. The rifle weighs more than 17 pounds. No one can use that unless it is a soldier equipped with exoskeleton armor! So is it necessary? Change to another 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 reduce it. You continue to research, and there will be more funds. In addition, let me install two of this stuff! By the way, Samuel, find me a technician who is good at carving!"

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Abdullah Hussein carefully put down the carving knife in his hand. Just now, a big breasted beauty who visited their village ordered a silver bracelet from him. This is a gadget worth 300 dollars. He didn't even think about it in the past. Dare to imagine that when he was a child, he and his parents had studied the craft for more than ten years but finally picked up ak74. If it were not for the policy support of the giant, Abdullah would never have imagined that he would actually have the day to eat by his ancestral craftsmanship.

   "Aruba! Pack this quickly!" After confirming that the silver bracelet had been built, Abdullah immediately called out loudly to the eldest son who was an accountant at the front desk.

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

   "Packed, father!" After she skillfully packed the accessories with wrapping paper and ribbon, Aruba took the box and walked out of the room.

   "Kang Dang!" Abdullah, who had just stretched out, was shocked when he heard a crisp sound.

  "You fellow, it's best not to tell me that you broke the box, because then I should kick your **** fiercely!" The tired Abdullah opened the curtain viciously and walked out.

  "What are you looking at?" Seeing the beautiful silver bracelet falling on the ground, Abdullah was about to slap his son, only to find that he was growing up and looking at the sky.

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

  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 embarrassed by this thing.

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

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

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

  Is this coming to catch me? Isn't it the policy that, as long as you lay down your weapons, you will forget the blame after the labor reform period is over? Countless thoughts flashed by, but Abdullah didn't mean to escape. The Titan had registered all the people, and he would be captured by the town's National Guard shortly after he ran out.

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

  When four soldiers wearing training uniforms with tactical vests and rifles on their chests walked out of the Xi’an VTOL transport plane, Abdullah almost fainted because the Titan’s security police were dressed in this costume.

  "Who is Abdullah Hussein?" A female pony-tailed officer in the lead asked the crowd loudly.

   "I, I am!" After 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...I'm a silversmith, I dare not claim to be 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 come to arrest him.

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

   "Ah!" Abdullah was dumbfounded.

   "What are you doing, getting on the plane, we are very short on time!"

   "Oh oh!" Abdullah who reacted 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 nearby villages, and his wife who was visiting his mother-in-law's home with his little son naturally knew the news. It is not clear to the woman who was taken away because of her husband in a hurry. He ran home and cried for a long time with his eldest son in his arms. Then he began to prepare for the funeral for Abdullah. After buying a lot of joss sticks and grease, the three of them sat in the room. I waited until the evening, when Abdullah, who was carrying a thousand yuan in his arms and carrying a cake and a leg of lamb, walked into the house happily, his wife fainted directly.

"This prodigal maiden!" Abdullah, who heard the cause of the incident from his two sons, was angry and laughed, but his wife was dizzy, he could only go and invite the doctor into the house again, and woke up Abdu. Wife La cried when she looked at her husband who was intact.

And Abdullah had to explain that he was taken to help a big boss to sculpt jewelry, his craftsmanship is very good, the other party is very satisfied, not only gave himself twice the wages, but also gave himself a stack of food stamps. So he took the food stamps and exchanged some imported cakes, and after he took a leg of lamb, his wife burst into tears and laughed.

   "Laugh a fart, go and cook the leg of lamb, and give me a cup of tea. It's been a long way from town to get here. I'm 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 have chosen to come out of the mountains and surrender to the Iraqi security forces and the Titan security forces. After these guys have been screened, He went to Africa to play in the sand. The other hapless guys were sent to labor camps to build their beautiful homes. Of course, Fisher would not let these guys only know work. There are various kinds of labor camps. The training class taught them various skills, electric welding, chefs, beauty salons, and excavators. For this reason, Fisher specially gave a plaque to the training class, called the new western training class. As long as they learned well, they could shorten it. During the time of labor, he performed well and could be released early. It can be said that his move disintegrated most of the militants that the giant needed to have a headache. As for the remaining diehards, they were handed over to the ghost squad. These veterans either Perform the beheading, or instruct the bombers to send a laser-guided bomb into their hometown.

In short, the quality of life in Iraq may not be as good as that during the sadamu administration. Other aspects have returned to the previous level, even in medical and transportation communications. After all, the Iraqi people did not have smartphones and tablets during the sdm period. computer.

The changes made by the Titans to Iraq are extremely huge. It can even be said that if the Titans withdraw from Iraq, then Iraq will return to the state before 2003. The central government will not issue orders, the local factions are numerous, and the warlords and bandits are constantly infested, so even in Iraq. There are a few officials among the officials who think that the giant tail is too big and dare not make the slightest move, let alone what they want to do to the giant, once they have this idea, the civilians who are paid by the giant will tear them alive.

  So, even if some people of insight know that the giant is a poison to quench their thirst by drinking a cup of poison, they still have to drink it, but after drinking it, Iraq will slowly become the shape of a giant.

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  Looking at the hole less than 20 meters away from him, Fisher took a deep breath and made a light swing. The golf ball rolled over and stopped abruptly where there was less than a palm from the hole.

"It looks like you have to practice!" Fisher's father smiled and handed the pole to the bodyguard on the side. He walked to the battery car not far away, took out two bottles of iced mineral water from it, and threw it to Fisher. After getting one bottle, he picked up the other bottle and drank most of it in one breath.

   "After all, I'm not like you playing every day!" Fisher took a sip of mineral water, and then stepped on the turf under his foot and let out a sigh of relief.

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

Boston is not only the largest city in the northeastern part of the United States, but also a culturally famous city with a long history. It is home to Harvard and MIT. It is also the root of the Revolutionary War. Boston is pouring tea, Lexington’s gunshots, Bunker Mountain, Concord, it can be said that this place has a long history of anti-British history, and Fisher came here, one is to participate in the annual meeting of the Boston Foundation, and the other is to find a good brother to help him block the gun. After all, he We must prepare to engage in the McAllen Group. If only the Titans end up fighting, it will be very noticeable. If there are a few more good brothers, then this battle will become an ordinary commercial conflict.

"I understand what you think, but this McAllen group is not as easy to deal with as you think!" Although he has not been involved in family affairs much, Fisher's father is concerned about the various complicated entanglements between these consortiums. Fisher still needs to learn.

"James McAllen, their history goes 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 mix up a very good earl title, but his ancestors I felt that the war was deadlocked, so I chose to bet on both ends!"

   "Then France won, so they were liquidated!" Fisher took the conversation. He still had a vague memory of this when he watched the movie.

"Yes, after being liquidated, the McAllen family was forced to go into exile in the United Kingdom. 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 and relied on the rise of Napoleon. France’s arms supplier! Then there was World War I and World War II. It is said that the McAllen Group was still working in World War II, but nothing happened after the war. You dare to believe it!" Er's father was amazed.

   "Anyway, they are all spicy and crispy pots, they are all forced!"

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

"I said this, mainly to tell you that forces like the McAllen Group are entangled with those families in Europe. There is me in you and you in me, 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 McAllen is the back-scenario funder of terrorists?" Fisher touched his stubble, and said thoughtfully.

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

"I understand, father!" Fisher nodded, and when he wanted to say a few more sensational words, another battery car drove up. Kate, dressed in sports, was wearing a sports vest, a pair of sports shorts, and the same dress next to him. Mother Fisher and the two sitting in the back of the car greeted loudly.

   "They are all on the road! 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 him to let him gather his bodyguards. The other families of the consortium were already on their way, and now they too. Have to rush over, at least not late!

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