Battlefield Contract Worker

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Larsen nodded, "Know the goods, I'll find a way to help you get a vehicle-mounted automatic grenade launcher. I can still help with this."

"Thank you." Lin Rui nodded to him and returned to the car. "Take a rest, we have two hours. We will leave as soon as the supplies and equipment provided by the Americans arrive. Take turns driving and ensure that every Individuals have more than two hours of rest."

The team members agreed, and all took a nap against the car with their guns in their hands. After the supplies and equipment arrived, Lin Rui jumped out of the car.

"Come here and look at this big guy." Larsen jumped out of an assault vehicle and patted the automatic grenade launcher. "Afghan security forces don't have anything like that."

"mk19?" Lin Rui frowned.

"That's right, it's the mk19, the latest model, with an electro-optical sight. The maximum range is 2,212 meters, and its effective range is a point target around 1,500 meters, or a surface target beyond 1,500 meters. The safe shooting distance is 75 meters. In addition, The mk19's flash suppressor can reduce the fireworks effect when launching, making it difficult for enemies to find.

The main type of ammunition used is the m430 dual purpose hedp high-explosive round, which has a muzzle velocity of 790 ft\/s and can penetrate 2 inches of rolled homogeneous armor at a vertical angle, which means it can penetrate most Light infantry fighting vehicles and armored transport vehicles. The effective killing radius is about 15 meters, and the lethal radius is about 5 meters. Especially effective against enemy infantry units. ' Larson nodded.

"Good stuff." Lin Rui nodded.

"My dear, the actual rate of fire of this thing is about 60 rounds. It's like a moving rapid-fire cannon." Crazy Horse nodded, "It's really a good thing."

"This assault vehicle was left to the Afghan security forces when we evacuated. No one has used it for more than half a year. Since it is rusted in the warehouse, it is better to take it out and use it for you." Larsen shrugged. "There are two boxes of ammunition in the car."

"Okay, everyone check the equipment and prepare to board the car." Lin Rui turned around and shouted, "Crazy Horse, you and Sausage are driving this assault car. The others get on the original car and leave quickly. We don't have much time." The mercenaries got into the car together and drove forward.

They moved quickly along the highway, at a checkpoint on the highway. After the armed soldiers checked their identities, they were given a pass document. Then, with this document, they may be granted temporary permission to enter Pakistan and carry out joint counter-terrorism operations.

Lin Rui and others changed drivers along the way to ensure that each member can take a nap to avoid excessive fatigue.

Peshawar is a small town on the northwest border between Pakistan and Afghanistan. Peshawar, meaning "the city of a hundred flowers" in ancient Sanskrit, was once the capital of the Gudala Kingdom and the second home of Buddhism, but now it is one of the most dangerous cities in the world.

Because this is the famous black market for arms. Beginning with the Soviet invasion of Afghanistan, Peshawar's arms market is better than the regular stores in the United States. It is said that many backward hand-made small workshops can make ak47 comparable to Kalashnikov's craftsmanship. It is no exaggeration to call Peshawar an arms supermarket.

In this famous Pakistani city, the manufacture of weapons is flourishing in a workshop-style way. Authentic guns are in short supply, and world-famous guns made and modified by themselves are equally popular. Local manufacturers also made their own bullets, using Tokarev's hand and 7.62x25mm shells for Chinese 51-type pistols with 7.62mmx39mm warheads, and made special customized bullets. He also claims to be a mixed-race gun family. A lot of weird weapons you can't think of at all can be found here.

Lin Rui was here for the first time, but Snake Eye and Crazy Horse, two old mercenary fritters, were not the first time here.

In reality, Peshawar is a mixture of hustle and bustle and tranquility. The city is not big, and in those buildings with high, low, bright, dark, tortuous, old and new buildings, there are countless stories in the lives of 2 million residents that happen and continue every day. . And that's not counting the millions of people in the Afghan refugee camps in the university district northwest of the city. The new town left by the British colonists just separated the old town from the university, and most of the inns and cafes, restaurants and shops for travelers lived here.

Like many small cities in northern China, a main street is dusty, honked by buses, horse-drawn carriages, limousines, sturdy old-fashioned permanent phoenix bicycles, splendidly dressed trucks and farm tractors.

The old town of Peshawar is full of life under the warm sunshine in the afternoon of May. There are many people walking and shopping. The men of the family wear white or light blue muslin knee-length robes, loose trousers of the same color, and Dark vests, serious expressions; young women in robes of various colors, with headscarves tightly wrapping their faces, closely following their husbands.

"I know there's a place to find out," Crazy Horse whispered.

"Halia's shop." Snake Eyes smiled.

"Well, everyone seems to know that place." Crazy Horse shook his head, "Halia is an Afghan, but he's in Peshawar because he has the best hands, and he makes weapons that are better than international Everything from a big factory is fine. He can use a 7.62 machine gun barrel on an ak47 body with an m4 light stock. Makes a very delicate and compact weapon."

Lin Rui nodded, "So he is an arms dealer."

"No." Crazy Horse shook his head. "He's actually a carpet maker. He's also made tin pots or other pots and pans before."

"There is news from him?" Lin Rui frowned.

"Yes, he definitely has." Snake Eye nodded.

"Okay, let's go and see this small carpet vendor~www.readwn.com~ Lin Rui whispered, "I hope he can have what we need. "

So, Lin Rui and the others visited that Halia's carpet spot. The shopkeeper politely brought tea, black tea brewed with thick milk, with Marsala spice and minced ginger; the two guys followed his orders and opened the carpet he thought was the best.

This is a silk carpet hand-woven by craftsmen from the Gom region of Iran. It is 10 feet long and 6 feet wide. It is a silver Persian palace on a dark blue background, surrounded by prosperous olive branches and lilies. The craftsman's Persian signature is woven into the edge, and it feels soft and smooth without any flaws.

"This is 600 double-button weaving. It takes a craftsman two years to weave. I can give you a cheap price." The shop owner Halia said attentively.

"With Haria, you know why we are looking for you." Snake Eye shook his head.

Halia didn't remember Crazy Horse, but he remembered Snake Eyes. He was stunned and then sighed, "It's you? I've quit."