Chapter 51

Looking at the large automatic pistol with its own small arm length, Kate has a new understanding of the concept of self-defense weapons. 19mm bullets, 12 magazines and full-automatic firing. Even if a large number of composite materials are used, the gun is more than 3kg. What's the concept? You know, an M4A1 carbine is only 2.86kg, The pistol in Fisher's mouth is heavier than a rifle.

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

"Give me a 20 meter target!" After loading, Fisher pulled the bolt and loaded his gun. In the sound of the guide rail, a human chest target was hooked to a position 20 meters away from Fisher by the hook.

"Friendly tip, this thing will be a little loud!" Fisher, grinning with white teeth, pulled the trigger.

"Boom!" Deafening gunfire and bright muzzle flame appeared at the same time, and almost at the same time, the humanoid chest target was blown to pieces.

However, to Fisher's surprise, although the recoil force of this gun is large, it is still within the controllable range, just like a 12 caliber shotgun.

"Adjustable floating butt, special treatment of muzzle inner diameter and flame eliminator can release almost all flame and gas on both sides. Now the only problem is that the fire sound is loud and the fire light is obvious! And because of the use of composite materials, this thing had better not be used in melee! " Samuel explained carefully.

"Of course, we also made a heavy rifle with 50 bullet drums. It is made of all steel. The rifle weighs more than 17 pounds. No one can use it unless it is a soldier equipped with exoskeleton armor! So do you want to change a material? Or reduce the caliber, because it is still difficult for us to produce small caliber rocket propelled ammunition. At present, it can only be produced on a small scale! "

"No, don't reduce it. If you continue to study, there will be more funding. In addition, install two for me first! By the way, Samuel, find me another technician with good carving skills! "

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Abdullah Hussein carefully put down the carving knife in his hand. Just now, a big breasted beauty who came to their village ordered a silver bracelet from him, which was worth $300. He didn't dare to think about it in the past. When he was a child, he studied the craft with his parents for more than ten years, but finally picked up AK74, if it wasn't for the policy support of the giant god, Abdullah never dreamed of the day when he really had to rely on his ancestral skills to eat.

"Aruba! Pack this quickly! " Confirming that the silver bracelet had been made, Abdullah immediately shouted to his eldest son, who was an accountant at the front desk.

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

"Packed, father!" After skillfully packing the ornaments with wrapping paper and ribbon, Aruba walked out of the room with the box.

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

"You guy, you'd better not tell me you broke the box, because then I should kick your ass!" The tired Abdullah fiercely opened the curtain and went out.

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

"Dad, what's that?" Aruba pointed to a fast approaching black spot in the sky.

Abdullah squinted and found that it looked like an armed transport plane of a giant God. He was disheartened by it when he was a guerrilla in his early years.

"It's just a plane. What can I see? Fix the box quickly. The guests are still waiting!"

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

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

You're not here to catch me, are you? Didn't the policy say that as long as you lay down your arms and change your work schedule, you'll let bygones be bygones? Countless ideas flashed by, but Abdullah did not mean to escape. The giant God had registered the population of all the people and would be caught back by the town's national guard before he ran out.

When the nervous Abdullah saw the transport plane landing in front of his door with blue fire, his heart instantly raised to his throat.

When four soldiers wearing training clothes, tactical vests and rifles came out of the Xi'an VTOL transport plane, Abdullah almost fainted, because this is the dress of the giant God's security police.

"Who is Abdullah Hussein?" Headed by a horsetail female officer, she 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... am a silversmith. I dare not claim to be the best!" Abdullah, who wanted to say I was a prisoner of war, was stunned for a second when he heard what the female officers said. It seemed that they didn't come to catch themselves.

"Well, come with us. There's a list for you to do!"

"Ah!" Abdullah was a little silly.

"What are you doing? Get on the plane. We're in a tight time!"

"Oh, oh!" Abdullah quickly put on his little white hat and followed the soldiers on the plane.

The news that Abdullah was taken away by the soldiers soon spread all over the nearby villages, and his wife who took his youngest son to visit his mother-in-law's house naturally knew the news. She didn't know why her husband was taken away. The woman hurried home, first crying with her eldest son for a long time, and then began to prepare for Abdullah's funeral. What incense candles, After buying a lot of grease and other things, the three sat in the room and waited until the evening. When Abdullah walked into the house happily with a thousand yuan in his arms and a cake and mutton legs, his wife fainted directly.

"This loser!" Abdullah, who heard the reason from his two sons, was angry and laughed, but his wife fainted. He had to invite the doctor into the house again and wake up. Abdullah's wife looked at her husband intact and cried.

Abdullah had to explain that he was taken to help a big boss sculpture jewelry. His craft was very good, and the other party was very satisfied. He not only gave himself twice the salary, but also gave himself a stack of food stamps. He took the food stamps to exchange some imported cakes first, and then took a leg of sheep. His wife burst into tears and smiled.

"Laugh a fart. Go and cook the leg of lamb and give me a cup of tea. I came here after walking a long way from town. I'm so tired!"

In fact, Abdullah is not an example. In the past few years, because the living environment has become worse and worse, a large number of armed elements have chosen to come out of the mountains and surrender to the Iraqi security forces and giant god security forces. After screening, these guys have committed heinous crimes and rolled to Africa to play with the sand. Other unlucky people have been pulled to reform through labor and build their beautiful homes. Of course, Fisher won't let these guys only know how to work. There are various training classes in the labor camp to teach them various skills, such as electric welding, cooks, beauty salons and excavators. Fisher specially inscribed a plaque for the training class, called the new Western training class. As long as they learn well, they can shorten the time of labor service, perform well and release in advance, It can be said that his move disintegrated most of the militants that the giant God needed to have a headache. As for the remaining diehards, they were handed over to the ghost team. These hundred war veterans either beheaded or instructed bombers to send a laser guided bomb to their hometown.

In short, except that the quality of life in Iraq may not be as good as that in Sadamu's administration, other aspects have recovered to the previous level, even in medical treatment, transportation and communication. After all, the Iraqi people had no smartphones and tablets during the SDM period.

The giant God has made tremendous changes to Iraq. It can even be said that if the giant god withdraws from Iraq, Iraq will return to the state before 2003. There are no central decrees, there are many local factions, and there are constant warlords and bandits. Therefore, even a few local officials in Iraq who feel that the giant god will never die dare to make any action, Not to mention what they want to do to the giant god, once they have this idea, the civilians who receive the giant God's salary will tear them alive.

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

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Looking at the hole less than 20 meters away from him, Fisher took a deep breath, swung and tapped, and the golf wheel rolled over, stopping abruptly 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. He went to the battery car not far away, took out two bottles of iced mineral water, threw one bottle to Fisher, and then picked up another bottle and drank most of it.

"After all, I don't play every day like you!" Fisher took a sip of mineral water, then stepped on the grass and breathed.

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

Boston is not only the largest city in the northeast of the United States, but also a famous cultural city with a long history. Here are Harvard and MIT. At the same time, it is also the source of the outbreak of the war of independence. Boston drinks tea, the gunfire of Lexington, Bunker Hill and Concord. It can be said that there is a long anti British historical atmosphere here, and Fisher came here, One is to attend the annual meeting of the Boston consortium. The other is to find a good brother to help him block the gun. After all, he should be ready to engage in the McCullen group. If only the giant god comes to fight, it will be very noticeable. If there are more good brothers, the battle will become an ordinary business conflict.

"I understand your idea, but the McCullen group is not as easy to deal with as you think!" Although he has not been much involved in family affairs, Fisher's father still needs to learn from the complex relationship between these consortia.

"James McCullen, their history dates back to the hundred year war. At that time, their family was a very important weapon supplier to the French army. Originally, with this credit, they could get a very good Earl title, but his ancestors felt that the war was deadlocked, so they chose to bet on both sides!"

"Then France won and settled them!" Fisher took over, something he remembered when he saw the film.

"Yes, after being liquidated, the mccullens were forced into exile in Britain. They didn't return to France until the death of Charles VII. During the French Revolution, they rose again and became a French arms supplier again with the rise of Napoleon! Then there are World War I and World War II. Speaking of it, McCullen group is still working for spicy crispy in World War II, but nothing happened after the war. Dare you believe it! " At this point, Fisher's father was amazed.

"Anyway, they are hot and crisp pots. They are forced!"

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

"When I say this, I mainly want to tell you that forces like McCullen group are intertwined with those families in Europe. You have me and you have you. They influence each other. If you want to bring them down, you must be famous!"

"What if James McCullen, for example, is the behind the scenes financier of terrorists?" Fisher touched his stubble and said thoughtfully.

"Cough, you can't talk nonsense. You know, child, I know your ideal. Your mother and I can't understand it, but we will support you unconditionally. Therefore, I will communicate your ideas with people from other families. I think they will also support you. After all, are we the Boston Consortium!"

"I understand, father!" Fisher nodded. When he wanted to say a few more sensational words, another battery car drove over. Kate dressed in sports clothes was wearing a sports vest and sports shorts. Next to her was Fisher's mother dressed in the same clothes. They sat in the back of the car and said hello loudly.

"They're all on their way! Do you want to play? "

"I see! John, tell everyone to assemble. We're going back to the hotel! " Fisher nodded and asked John to gather the bodyguards. The other families of the consortium were already on their way. Now they have to hurry, at least not late!