Chapter 194

Bob looked very upset. He glanced and said: "It's great. I'll tell you about my near death experience today, but I have to talk about my business later. First, I'll introduce my brother, Gao Yang. You can also call him ram. Suit yourself. Gao, this is my best friend, my good brother Jack Mosen, the chief Gunner of arilan Mosen studio, and the best gunner on the west coast of the United States."

After listening to Bob's introduction, Gao Yang was surprised because he couldn't believe that the super m1a was made by Jack in front of him, because Jack looked 30 at most, and Gao Yang always thought that the gunman who made his super m1a was a white haired old man.

Jack Morson is not only young, but also very fat. He is 1.85 meters tall, but he must weigh at least 200 kilograms. Although he is not difficult to move, he also belongs to the category of fat people.

Jack doesn't have a hair on his shiny head, but he has a ferocious devil's head tattooed on it. Shaving a bald head and getting a tattoo on his head is nothing. The key is that Jack Morrison has a big beard, and his fluffy beard is up to his chest. It looks like a person's head has turned upside down, which is strange and ridiculous.

It's December. The temperature in Portland is much lower than that in Los Angeles. It's freezing, but Jack Mosen only wears a short sleeved T-shirt and his exposed arms are full of all kinds of tattoos. In short, Jack Mosen doesn't look like a sharp gunner.

After listening to Bob's introduction, when Gao Yang looked at Jack Morson in surprise, Jack Morson also looked at Gao Yang in surprise. After glancing at Gao Yang up and down, Jack Morson said in surprise: "Wow, you're the guy Bob said? The guy who has been a primitive man on the grassland of Sudan for three years? Wow, I didn't expect to see a living hero. Nice to meet you, brother. I've heard a lot about you. Bob always mentions you in front of me and calls me Jack. Please come in and talk in my lounge. I can entertain you with iced beer there 。”

After hitting Gao Yang with his fist and greeting the others, Jack invited them in.

There is a wall in the store of arilan Mosen studio covered with all kinds of long guns. There is a counter in front, which is filled with short guns, all of which are the products of arilan Mosen studio, but there is only a woman standing behind the counter in the whole store, but there is no customer.

There are seats for members and customers to rest and talk in the store of arilan Mosen studio, but Jack didn't let Gao Yang and them stay in the store. Instead, he went through a door again from the store to the lounge for Jack's own use. There are not only sofas and televisions, but even a small bar.

Please Gao Yang. After they sit down, Jack brings beer to several people. The warm air in the lounge is very warm, so it doesn't seem so strange to drink iced beer in winter.

"Guys, I hope drinking beer in winter morning won't make you feel weird, but look at my body shape, you should know how much I love beer. By the way, I only have beer here. Unfortunately, now we can't enjoy football while drinking beer. In that case, it's more like a friend's party."

Looking at Jack sitting comfortably on the sofa with beer in his face, Bob said in a hurry: "come on, brother, I'm not looking for you to drink beer. Tell me something you're good at. My brothers eat with guns. You have to show them some good works. Come on, I can't wait to see them surprised."

Jack shrugged and said, "you know, my private orders have been scheduled for five years, so I won't take orders in these five years. Brother, I have to enjoy life. I can't spend all my time on work. Maybe you should talk to my father about this. He is the kind of person who is desperate to make money. I'm not."

Bob said dismissively, "come on, you don't take the trick against me. Now help me see if there is anything to adjust this gun. You have to move and don't let me kick your ass."

While Bob was talking, he opened the gun box he had brought and took out the super m1a. When he saw the m1a, Jack turned his mouth and said: "Brother, how many times have you taken him to the shooting range? Or did you take him to hunt bears? Please, it's illegal to hunt bears with this gun. Don't tell me you used this gun in Africa. You haven't been there for a few days, and you didn't hunt a lion with it and give me the skin as promised."

Gao Yang has always cherished his m1a, but his gun has experienced many high-intensity battles and needs to be carefully cleaned and maintained as soon as he has time. There must be traces of normal use, and even if he is careful, his gun will inevitably bump. Therefore, there are some small pits on the wooden butt of m1a, which seems to have shown some vicissitudes Sang's feeling.

After hearing Jack's words, Yang raised the wine bottle in his hand, smiled and said, "sorry, I actually used this gun. In addition, this gun saved me more than once."

Bob nodded and said, "yes, I gave this gun to Gao when I was in Africa. He experienced the Libyan war almost from beginning to end with this gun. They also robbed Gaddafi's palace and killed him. Well, there are some things I can't tell you, but in short, you know that this gun is used by a great shooter."

Jack's eyes widened immediately. He took the m1a held by Bob, looked at it carefully, looked up a few eyes, and said in a deep voice, "do you serve the government or money?"

Gao Yang smiled and said, "for money, we are mercenaries and free mercenaries."

Jack's eyes lit up. He picked up the m1a in his hand and said, "in other words, you killed a lot of people with this gun? How many? 100, no? So 80? 50?"

Gao Yang thinks Jack's question is a little difficult to answer, because he has never counted how many enemies he killed, and he doesn't think killing is glorious, so Gao Yang deliberately ignores how many enemies he killed.

Looking at Gao Yang's slightly embarrassed expression, Jack frowned and said, "with my works, you have experienced almost the whole Libyan war. Don't you even kill 50 people? Oh, please, tell me you're not so bad."

Treble suddenly said: "Fifty? You underestimate him too much. Just when I have time to count the number of enemies killed for him, there are 216. There are 35 in Benghazi, 160 in misrata and 21 in Tripoli. Note that the battle is not so fierce. I have time to observe and count the number for him. If I add in the number, I can't replace him According to his calculations, he definitely killed more than 300 enemies, or at least more than 300. "

Gao Yang was startled by the statistics reported by Cui Bo. He never thought that he had shot and killed so many people, but when you think about it carefully, this figure is really not bad. Gao Yang just nuzui and didn't say anything.

Jack was also listed by the number reported by Triber. He stared at Gao Yang tightly, looked very excited and said, "what he said is true? And are all your achievements with this gun? I hope you can confirm it yourself. Please be sure to tell the truth."

The battlefield in Libya is a paradise for snipers. They have good shooting skills and guns. They are faced with non professional soldiers who have not received any formal military training, so he can achieve such results. If he can kill 50 people in another place, such as Afghanistan, it would be good. It has little to do with shooting skills. The key is that people won't give it to you A chance to shoot continuously.

Although Afghanistan is poorer and more backward than Libya, when it comes to war, the level of Afghans can surpass Libyans by 10000 streets. Under the tempering of decades of war, Afghans can be said that everyone is veteran oil, and everyone slides like a loach. They can find shelter immediately after shooting a gun. If they don't solve the sniper, they will never take the initiative to appear and hit the muzzle of the gun. It's not like in Libya , the opposition and government forces were all virtuous. They lined up one by one before they took the initiative to send them under the high gun.

Although most of Gao Yang's achievements were made in the Libyan battlefield, the number of enemies killed regardless of quality, so it's right that Gao Yang actually killed at least 300 people. After a moment of silence, Gao Yang nodded to Jack and said: "I thought about it carefully. Yes, I killed more than 300 people with your gun, but I have to state that I killed people with weapons in their hands. I have never shot civilians, women and children, I promise."

Jack stretched out his hand, snapped his fingers and said excitedly: "It's great to kill more than 300 enemies. This is a real killing gun. It's really great. I finally have a killing gun in my work. Finally, one of my guns has come into use, not only for shooting targets and wild animals. I've decided to buy back and collect this gun."

Gao Yang was startled. He immediately reached out to get the m1a held in Jack's arms and said in a hurry, "sorry, I don't sell or give it away. Please give me the gun back. No matter how much you pay, I can't sell the gun."

Jack pushed away Gao Yang's hand and said with a smile: "Brother, you don't understand what I mean. My so-called repurchase is not to buy the killing gun you used, but to exchange with you a better and more suitable gun. Believe me, after I'm sure you can use my work, you will have a gun that really belongs to you, the best gun in the world for you."