Firepower is king

Sanji called and said that he could find out the whereabouts of the Tiger Mercenary Group within an hour at most, but now an hour has passed and Sanji has made no progress.

"The situation is a bit complicated. It stands to reason that the Tiger Mercenary Group should be easy to find, but there was a small accident this time. I haven't been able to find them yet."

Gao Guang and the others had nothing to do in the hotel, and there was no need to go out, so they could just wait for the news in the hotel. But now that they couldn't wait for the news, it was a little troublesome.

There was no need for Gao Guang to say anything more. Sanji himself hurriedly said: "In this case, if you give me another six hours, I will lower the price to 40,000 US dollars for you. I will definitely find the Tiger Mercenary Group within six hours. "

Sanji hurriedly hung up the phone again. There was nothing to say about Gao Guang. Although it was a few hours late, it was a little cheaper, so it was still fair.

Gao Guang looked at Patrick, and then they looked at Patrick dismantling and cleaning the gun like a monkey.

Putting the phone away, Gao Guang said very relaxedly: "Sanji hasn't found the whereabouts of Outrov yet, but it doesn't matter, he will definitely find it, Patrick, I think it would be better if you put a few drops of blood on the gun. "

As a machine gunner, you must have a machine gun, but Patrick has a good habit, that is, the machine gun he wants to use must be disassembled, and no matter how clean it is, it must be wiped carefully. According to him, this is called training and establishment. The relationship with love for guns.

There is definitely no problem with cleaning the gun, but the problem is that Patrick wipes it too seriously, too carefully, and too slowly. The pkm is a machine gun with a very simple structure. The simple structure makes it easy to disassemble and clean. However, Patrick removed all the big and small parts and completely destroyed the original machine gun. If the gun is very clean and wiped carefully, then there is something wrong.

According to Gao Guang's understanding, this is probably the German version of recognizing the master.

So Gao Guang suggested that Patrick shed his blood to identify himself as the master. He had no other meaning. He was just busy teasing Patrick.

But Patrick said very seriously: "Why do you need to shed blood? What's the point of doing this?"

"According to the custom of our Chinese people, if you drop blood on the gun, then the gun will identify you as its owner, and you will be able to use it very smoothly. It will not malfunction and can shoot accurately."

Patrick was doubtful, but Mike immediately said: "Is it true? Are you serious? This is how your pistol was treated, right?"

Mike looked very excited, and then he pulled out his pistol and said with bright eyes: "I knew you must have some magical witchcraft, otherwise why would your gun be so accurate? Well, you have to use your own. Blood, right?”

Patrick looked at Mike with confusion, and then he looked at the highlight. After hesitating for a moment, he said: "PKM rarely malfunctions, and its accuracy is also very high. There is no need to use blood dripping to do anything... Recognize the master. is that true?"

Paul just looked at Gao Guang and the others, then he suddenly pulled out his knife with a sudden sound, and with lightning speed, he made a cut on the ring finger of his right hand, and then he put the knife into the sheath. He inserted it and pulled the rifle from his shoulder to his hand.

Paul raised the gun, then raised his bloody finger and said: "Boss, should you apply it evenly, or just a few drops? Should you apply it on the barrel? Or the bolt? Or the trigger?"

Gao Guang was stunned and said: "Holy crap! You are really...you...I am..."

I was joking. Gao Guang was now afraid of being beaten for saying this, so he immediately said: "I just smeared the blood randomly a few times. Uh, there is no need to smear it evenly."

Paul put his bleeding finger on the gun, clicked it, and said, "That's it? It doesn't feel very grand, eh."

He wiped the blood on the barrel, and then wiped a little on the trigger. Seeing that there was not much blood on the wound, Paul squeezed it with his hand, then tapped it on the sight, and then he said seriously : "Is this enough? Or do I need to say something, do I need your blessing?"

Gao Guang feels that Paul is a rare normal person under his command, but why is he so stunned now? Is this an illusion, or is there really no normal person in the King's Defense?

"Let me tell you a few words. Well, the bullets are accurate. They never jam and never explode. One shot at a time. That's it. You own the gun."

Gao Guang felt that Paul was playing along with his joke, so he just gave him a few blessings, but there were still people who understood. Francisco frowned and said, "Are you serious? You don't really think it's useful, do you?"

Paul said confidently: "Of course it is useful. Our priest will hold a blessing ceremony for us before going out. The priest's gun that has been sprinkled with holy water will not cause any problems. Of course it is useful."

Francisco shrugged and said: "By the way, the boss's marksmanship is indeed magical, magical Eastern witchcraft? This is not a blessing. The boss said it is recognition of the master. Well, boss, wait for me, I will get it knife."

Gao Guang said quickly: "Okay, okay, there's no need. In fact, I just..."

Francisco turned around and left, but Mike said piously: "Should I claim all the guns?"

Patrick shrugged and smiled. Then when Gao Guang thought that Patrick would not be as stunned as Paul, he saw that Patrick had already taken out a folding knife from his bag, opened it, and then he said to Gao Guang: "I am Does the machine gun need more blood? How much do you think is enough? Five milliliters? Ten milliliters?"

Now Gao Guang really didn't dare to say that he just made a joke casually. He really didn't dare.

"A little bit is enough. If the gun is spiritual, a little bit is enough!"

"Spirituality."

Patrick seemed to be meditating, and then he suddenly pricked his middle finger lightly, then he tapped the blood on the barrel of the machine gun and said: "Boss, I'm waiting for your blessing. Wait, I Mistake was made! My gun is in parts condition, is this okay?"

Gao Guang breathed a sigh of relief and said, "You are too impatient. At least assemble the gun."

"Okay, please wait for me."

Patrick began to quickly assemble his machine gun, but Mike took his rifle, the spare AK, and his pistol. Then he took a knife and said hesitantly: "I'm a little afraid of pain, you guys?" Can you help me, just a little blood is enough, right?"

Francisco slashed the knife and made a bloody cut on Mike's hand. Then he slapped a bottle of sterilizing alcohol on the table, then took out a syringe from the first aid kit and put it on his finger. After pricking it, he squeezed out a drop of blood, tapped it on the rifle, and said, "Thank you, boss."

"Uh... the gun is accurate. It doesn't jam or explode. Your gun belongs to the owner."

Mike was stunned and said: "You made such a big incision on me, and then you just pricked a little bit of blood?"

A joke turned into a farce, and they all looked very serious, which made Gao Guang feel a little suspicious.

Are there really many talents and masters under his command?

Mike claimed all his guns, and the openings were relatively large to avoid waste.

Then Patrick finally assembled his gun, and then he wiped the blood on it carefully and muttered to himself for a long time.

Gao Guang said seriously: "The ammunition feeds smoothly without jamming, the barrel does not explode when overheated, the shots are always on target, and there are no taboos. Well, that's it."

"Boss, why did you talk longer about his gun?"

Gao Guang said seriously: "Because his gun is bigger."

"Why didn't you tell me this earlier?"

Regarding Mike's question, Gao Guang couldn't pretend anymore. He felt very guilty at the moment, and then he said helplessly: "I didn't expect you to really believe it."

What else is there to say? Just pull it off and don’t say anything else.

Mike asked seriously: "Will I shoot more accurately now with my own gun?"

Gao Guang opened his mouth and said: "Uh, no, the biggest role of recognizing the master is not to malfunction. Yes, that's the case."

Patrick clicked the trigger of the gun, and then he said calmly: "I feel that at this moment I have established some kind of wonderful telepathy with this machine gun."

"I also have this feeling."

Paul looked at his rifle, then he nodded and continued: "It feels completely different from before."

Mike looked confused and said: "Why don't I feel this way? Does my gun despise me? Guns are also racist?"

Unable to talk any more, Gao Guang coughed twice and said: "You should treat your guns well, maintain them well, clean them in time, and use good bullets. If you treat your guns well, they will treat you well. Well, that's right. so."

At this time, the phone rang again, Gao Guangru was amnesty, and then he hurried to the side to answer the phone.

The call was from Tom, and Tom's first sentence was: "Who did you offend? Who hired the Tiger Mercenary Group to kill you?"

I'm stuck, a transitional chapter, don't talk about water, this is an obvious foreshadowing, foreshadowing.