Rebirth of the 1980s: The Military Industry Empire

In later generations, if you were to randomly shoot a wild animal with a gun, you would be arrested by the police. Even if a wild boar ruined your crops, you couldn't kill it. You'd have to burn incense and kowtow to the wild boar, respectfully sending it away.

In this era, nobody cares. In the vast deserts of Jordan, hunting is completely unrestrained.

Since Qin Yang saw prey approaching, of course, there was nothing to say. Easily, one shot, and it was dead.

In the distance, two off-road vehicles were speeding towards him, stirring up large clouds of dust. You could only see the front of the vehicles. One was a Mercedes-Benz G-Wagon with the three-pointed star logo, and the other was a Toyota Land Cruiser.

Both of these vehicles were convertibles. At this moment, there was a person standing in each vehicle, one short and fat, and the other tall and thin. They were holding hunting rifles, originally wanting to chase the prey and successfully capture it, but they didn't expect it to be killed by a passerby on the road!

The vehicles stopped next to the prey, and the two men jumped out of the vehicles, carrying their hunting rifles, and strode up to the prey. When they saw what the prey looked like, they were immediately stunned.

"That's some accurate shooting, isn't it?"

"That's right, the bullet hit right between the wild goat's eyes. Looking at this hole, it should be an air rifle!"

The two men discussed, looking towards the road. The distance was a full hundred meters, and it was an air rifle. This was simply impossible!

At this moment, Qin Yang, also carrying his air rifle, confidently walked over.

The two men opposite him were wearing robes and headscarves, looking no different from the ordinary people in this place. But looking at the texture of their clothes and the cars they were riding in, you could tell that their identities were definitely not simple!

The Mercedes-Benz G-Wagon was originally produced for the Iranian army, but later, due to the outbreak of turmoil, this batch of cars flowed into the civilian market. That was last year's matter. To be able to drive this car this year meant they were definitely wealthy. As for the other Toyota Land Cruiser, it was definitely not cheap either.

Since he had become a transmigrator, his luck had to be off the charts! This kind of encounter was a hundred times better than visiting them at their doorstep!

"Sir, did you kill this wild goat with an air rifle?" the short, fat man asked.

"Yes," Qin Yang said, "This prey was chased over by you. If it weren't for you, I definitely wouldn't have been able to hit it, so I'll give this prey to you."

It's beneficial to learn a foreign language. At this time, Qin Yang spoke Arabic very fluently.

"No, no, of course not. According to the customs of us Bedouins, whoever kills it gets it," the tall, thin man continued, looking at the air rifle in Qin Yang's hand, "What brand is this air rifle you're using?"

"Lion Brand air rifle, a famous brand air rifle produced in the East," Qin Yang took out his gun, "Long range, high precision, and because the bullets are small, it often doesn't damage the prey's fur."

"Lion Brand air rifle?"

"That's right, from an Eastern military factory, military quality, absolutely first-class. I brought the air rifle with me when I came here from the East for tourism. It took a lot of talking to get it through customs. If I didn't have an air rifle athlete's certificate, I really wouldn't have been able to bring it in."

Just like a kitchen knife, it's difficult to bring a kitchen knife on a train, it's contraband, but as long as you have a chef's certificate, the inspecting police officer has to let you through. Now, Qin Yang had also put in a lot of effort to bring the air rifle out.

"We Bedouins need a good hunting rifle. In the past, one hunting rifle could support a family," the tall, thin man looked at Qin Yang's air rifle with some envy.

The oldest hunting rifles were loaded with iron pellets, so even if the aim was a little off, the prey could be killed with a large number of iron pellets, but cleaning the prey's body was very troublesome. You'd be eating fragrant game and then bite into a grain of iron.

Later, there were professional hunting rifles, which only made one hole, but this hole was relatively large, and it was difficult to preserve the prey's precious fur completely. At this time, looking at the air rifle in Qin Yang's hand, both of them were extremely envious.

"Are you a professional competitive air rifle shooter?" the short, fat man asked.

Qin Yang smiled, "Actually, no, I just like hunting, I like hunting all over the world. I'll leave this prey to you, I'm leaving."

"No, don't go, the prey is yours! We Bedouins have to follow the old rules!"

Although the other party said this, their eyes were still fixed on the air rifle.

"In that case, shall we make a fire here, roast it on the spot, and then eat it together?"

"Okay!" the two agreed in unison.

Over here, Old Tu and Manager Sun watched in amazement.

"Is Qin Gong making friends?"

"I think so."

"Yes, those two people should both have status and background. This Qin Gong is really amazing!" Old Wu had been here for a long time and could recognize people at a glance.

Just then, the driver from the opposite car came down and walked up to the group.

"Gentlemen, my master invites you to come over and eat roast lamb together."

Old Wu could roughly understand these words, and nodded with a smile, "Then we will respectfully accept your invitation."

Under a shady sand dune, a frame had been set up. Qin Yang was holding a scimitar in his hand, very skillfully cleaning the wild goat. The two people on the side watched Qin Yang's movements, very impressed.

"Qin, do you often make roast whole lamb?"

"Yes, Abdullah, don't look at me as an Easterner, I've also done a lot of research on how to eat roast whole lamb," Qin Yang dipped the seasoning on his hand and began to rub it on the lamb.

At this time, the three had already announced their names. The short, fat one was called Abdullah, and the tall, thin one was called Al-Walid.

Looking at the other people coming over, Qin Yang said with a smile, "Gentlemen, let me introduce my companions to you. This is Mr. Tu, this is Mr. Sun, and this is Mr. Wu."

Old Wu was very excited. He was just a person in charge of reception. With Qin Yang's introduction, he became a good friend of several people.

He glanced at Qin Yang gratefully, and then said, "I'll help too!"

"Old Wu, go back to the car and find a folder to use as a fan!"

A folder as a fan?

"Okay, then I won't be polite. Abdullah, Al-Walid, you two each get a front leg."

Qin Yang held the golden scimitar in his hand and began to distribute the roast whole lamb.

Old Tu and Manager Sun didn't understand the language, they just buried their heads in eating, but Qin Yang was a natural, and in a short time, he had become close with the two foreigners.

"Qin, your friends don't seem to be here to hunt, do they?" Al-Walid looked at Old Tu and Manager Sun and the others, and asked curiously.

"Well, they don't like hunting, they are friends I met on the plane," Qin Yang said, "I didn't ask them what they were here to do."

"Qin, your friends are our friends. If they need any help, they can come to us!"

Qin Yang shook his head, "No, we just met by chance. Even if there is something, we can't trouble you. Come on, keep eating!"