Brass Dragon in the Dragon World

Chapter 190 The Ruthless Man in the Equipment Department
Ander took Caesar to the elevator and continued down, to Svartarfheim deep in the academy, the dwarf country in Norse mythology, where the academy's equipment department is located.

"It's my first time here. I heard that the equipment department is full of weirdos?" Caesar asked.

"No, in fact, these guys are just suffering from paranoid delusions." Ender took out a set of protective clothing: "For the sake of your equipment, you'd better put on this protective suit first."

Caesar nodded half-understood, and put on the protective clothing with Ender's help. At this time, the elevators opened, and a Middle Eastern man stood at the door, with messy hair like a chicken coop.

"Mr. Ander, you're here. Do you want to see the latest achievements of the equipment department?" Acadura waved his hand, gave Ender a hug, and then looked at Caesar who was wearing a protective suit behind Ender.

"Oh, you must be the heir of the Gattuso family. I'm glad you didn't bring in the virus from the outside world." Acadura took out a bottle of disinfectant and sprayed it on Caesar.

"Actually, I would rather be called Caesar than someone from the Gattuso family," Caesar explained.

Arcadura looked Caesar up and down, then turned his head and asked, "Mr. Ander, is this the idiot you're talking about wielding Sand Eagles?"

Ender nodded, and Akadullah grinned: "Congratulations, the joke about dual-wielding Sand Eagles is probably the funniest one in the equipment department this year. Someone actually did this kind of thing."

"Take him to pick out equipment. Anyway, the Gattuso family is not short of money, so just pick it from the expensive store. I'll go and see what's new." Ender nodded to Accadura, turned around and prepared Let's see what good things these blasters from the equipment department have come up with.

And Caesar, who watched Ender walk away, asked Alcadura next to him in a low voice: "Why doesn't Mr. Ender wear protective clothing?"

"Because his smell is very pure, dual-wielding Sand Eagle," Arcadura said with some disgust, "Even through the protective clothing, I can smell the cologne on your body, but Mr. Ander only smells of flames. "

"Now, you idiot who wields the Sandhawk dual-wielding, for the sake of providing jokes for the equipment department for a year, I, Akadullah, the head of the equipment department, will replace you with a better weapon."

Akadullah led Caesar to the equipment department, and said as he walked: "The Desert Eagle gun has a large recoil and a small bullet capacity, and the most important thing is that the bullets are not universal. After shooting, you can't even find a replacement.

If you insist on holding the gun with one hand, not only will the bullets go off course, but your wrist will also be damaged, and you will have to come to us to change your hand afterwards. "

As the minister of equipment, although Acadura's favorite thing is to install nuclear bombs on the principal's special plane, he has rich theoretical knowledge and operational skills, and he gave his own answer to the situation of Caesar.

"I suggest that you replace these two pistols with a submachine gun or a short-barreled automatic rifle. After modification, these two can also fire .50 caliber bullets. Support, enhance stability."

As the minister said, he led Caesar to a room full of guns. A bearded man raised his head and wiped the sweat from his forehead with his oily hands.

"Hey, Gustav, let me introduce you. This is our dual-wielding Mr. Sand Eagle." Arcadura introduced.

The man raised his head, showing his yellow teeth: "I have been waiting for a long time, come on, let me find a more suitable weapon for Mr. Sha Ying."

Caesar didn't speak. He knew that the people in the equipment department were a bunch of freaks. Through the protective suit, he watched Gustav stretch out his oily hand to him. At that moment, Caesar sincerely thanked Mr. Ander for giving him Put on protective clothing.

"Come on, the first question, do you usually use hot weapons or cold weapons?" Gustav asked.

"There are more cold weapons." Caesar replied truthfully.

"Another believer of the principal," Gustav shrugged indifferently, "That firearm can only be used to harass, and the range is higher. The sand eagle's accuracy of only ten meters is not enough."

"The second question, what is the word spirit, you can skip it if you don't want to answer it."

"There is nothing to hide, Kamaitachi, the word spirit that can manipulate the wind." Caesar didn't care, "Even if I close my eyes, I can hit it."

"Then you can't use a submachine gun. You don't need to shoot. If the marksmanship is good, the burst fire will be more powerful." Gustav analyzed.

"Then the answer is obvious. A short-barreled assault rifle. Get you a .50 caliber AR-15 with 12.7x42mm Beowulf bullets. It bears the same name as the previous president of your student union."

Gustav took out a short-barreled assault rifle from the gun cabinet behind him. The modified AR-15 magazine is half the width of a palm, but the gun body is not too long, so it does not affect the action during the mission.

"This gun is much more powerful than the Desert Eagle. The .50-caliber Beowulf ammunition is designed as a sabotage shell, specially used to destroy bunkers," Gustav handed Caesar a round-headed ammunition, more than 20 The weight of the gram demonstrates its power: "And this gun can also fire ordinary rifle bullets of 5.56 caliber, which is very convenient to replace."

"Sounds good, I can't wait to see how it falls on the enemy's head." Caesar was a little excited.

Gustav licked his yellow teeth: "Then what are you waiting for, the equipment department has a shooting range."

As he spoke, he picked up a box of ammunition on the table and took Caesar to the shooting range. There was a disinfection room at the entrance of the shooting range. Caesar took off his protective clothing after disinfection, and the AR-15 and ammunition were already waiting on the table. with him.

"Sandhawk boy," Gustav's voice came from the loudspeaker in the shooting range: "Did you see the box of ammunition on the table? That's my latest product, ultra-small alchemy grenade. You came just in time. Hurry up and shoot two rounds!" Test your strength."

Caesar didn't say much. He picked up the rifle and started to test fire. At first, it was an ordinary 5.56 caliber rifle bullet.

Then came the .50-caliber Beowulf destructive bullet, which was so powerful that the bullet easily shattered the concrete target, and the accuracy was as good as ever. That being said, it is still very easy to resist this impact.

Finally, there is the alchemy grenade that Gustav was talking about. It looks similar to the destructive bomb that was tested before. The silver-white bullet reflects Caesar's golden hair.

Pressing the bullet into the clip, Caesar remembered the legend about the equipment department in the academy, so he carefully applied a piety shield to himself, this magic could help him resist certain impacts.

And the next second, Caesar regretted it, the bullet exploded the moment it was discharged, and countless tiny shrapnel flew out of the muzzle, setting off a metal storm centered on the muzzle.

"It seems that I set the threshold too low," Gustav said to himself, "Boy Sand Eagle, are you dead? I don't want to lose the school's research funding."

"You're out of funds, I told you." Caesar came out of the thick smoke with bloody mouths all over his body. If it wasn't for the shield to resist some damage, and his physique was good enough, he would have turned into a ghost in the storm. Rotten meat.

"It seems that the power needs to be strengthened. How about you, a noble son who plays Sand Eagle, are you interested in my big baby?" Gustav asked with a smile.

Caesar was silent for a while, made a rude gesture to Gustav, and then said:
"Bring me a box and send the bill to Gattuso's."

(End of this chapter)