Firepower is king.

Chapter 262
Sanji called and said that he could find out the whereabouts of the tiger mercenary group in 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 this time there was a small accident, and I haven't been able to find them yet."

It's fine for Gao Guang and the others to be idle in the hotel, and then they don't need to go out, so they honestly wait for news in the hotel, but if they can't wait for the news now, it will be a little troublesome.

There was no need for Gao Guang to say anything, Sanji himself hurriedly said: "Well, if you give me another six hours, I will lower the price to [-] US dollars, and within six hours I will definitely find the tiger mercenary group. "

Sangji hung up the phone in a hurry, and Gao Guang had nothing to say. Although it was a few hours late, it was a little cheaper, which was barely fair.

Gao Guang looked at Patrick, and then the few of them looked like monkeys, watching where Patrick dismantled and cleaned the gun.

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

As a machine gunner, he 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, he must carefully wipe it again. According to him, this is called training and establishment. The relationship with love gun.

It is definitely no problem to wipe the gun, but the problem is that Patrick wiped it too carefully, too carefully, and too slowly. The pkm is a machine gun with a very simple structure. The structure is simple, so it is very convenient to disassemble and clean, but Patrick removed all the large and small parts. It is a very clean gun that is carefully wiped and wiped carefully, then there is a problem.

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

So Gao Guang suggested that Patrick bleed to recognize the Lord. It had no other meaning. He was just idle and teasing Patrick.

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

"According to the customs of our Chinese people, if you drip blood on the gun, then you will be sure that you are the owner of the gun. You will use it very smoothly, without malfunction, and you can still shoot accurately."

Patrick was skeptical, but Mike immediately said: "Is it true? Are you serious? That's how your pistol was handled, right?"

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

Patrick looked at Mike suspiciously, then he looked at Gao Guang again, hesitated for a moment, and said: "PKM rarely fails, and the accuracy is also very high, there is no need to do anything with a drop of blood...Acknowledge the owner is that true?"

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

Paul raised the gun, then raised his bloody finger and said, "Boss, should it be applied evenly, or a few drops? Is it the gun barrel? Or the bolt? Or the trigger?"

Gao Guang said dumbfounded: "Damn! You are really...you...I am..."

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

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

Wipe the blood on the barrel of the gun, and then smear a little on the trigger. Seeing that the blood in the wound was not much, Paul squeezed it with his hands, and then clicked on the sight, and then he said seriously : "Is this all right? Or do I need to say something, do I need your blessing?"

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

"Let me say a few words, well, the bullets are accurate, they never get jammed, and they never blow up, one shot at a time, that's it, your gun is the owner."

Gao Guang felt that Paul was cooperating with his joke, so he just gave a few words of blessing, but there are still people who understand, Francisco frowned and said, "Are you serious? You don't really think it's useful, do you?"

Paul said confidently: "Of course it's useful. Our priest will hold a blessing ceremony for us before we go out on the expedition. The priest sprinkled the holy water on the gun and there is no problem. Of course it is useful."

Francisco shrugged his shoulders and said: "By the way, the boss's marksmanship is really amazing, isn't it magical oriental witchcraft? Isn't this a blessing? The boss said it's a recognition of the Lord. Well, wait for me, boss, I'll go get it." Knife."

Gao Guang hurriedly said: "Okay, okay, there is no need for that, in fact, I just..."

Francisco turned and left, but Mike said piously: "Should I recognize all the guns as masters?"

Patrick shrugged and smiled, and when Gao Guang thought that Patrick would not be as stunned as Paul, he saw that Patrick had already taken out a pocket knife from his bag, opened it, and then 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 dare not say that he just made a joke, he really dare not.

"A little bit is enough, if the gun has spirituality, a little bit is enough!"

"Spirituality."

Patrick seemed to be contemplating, then he suddenly stabbed his middle finger lightly, then he dotted the blood on the barrel of the machine gun, and said: "Boss, I am waiting for your blessing, wait, I Made a mistake! My gun is in spare parts, is that okay?"

Gao Guang exhaled softly and said, "You're in a hurry, at least assemble the gun."

"Okay, please wait for me a moment."

Patrick began to quickly assemble his machine gun, but Mike carried his rifle, spare AK, and his pistol, and then he held a knife, hesitantly said: "I'm a little afraid of pain, you guys Help me, okay, just a little blood is enough, right?"

Francisco scratched Mike's hand with a knife, and then he put a bottle of sterilized alcohol on the table, then took out a syringe from the first aid kit, and put it on his finger. After a stab, a drop of blood was squeezed out, and he tapped the rifle, saying: "Boss, thank you."

"Uh... the gun is accurate, it doesn't jam, it doesn't blow up, your gun is the owner."

Mike said dumbfounded: "You made such a big cut on me, and you only pricked a little blood?"

A joke turned into a farce, but they all looked very serious, which made Gao Guang unavoidably suspicious.

Are there really a lot of talents and masters under my command?
Mike claimed all his guns, and the holes were bigger so that they wouldn't go to waste.

Then Patrick finally assembled his gun, and then he seriously wiped the blood on it, and he talked about it for a long time.

Gao Guang said very seriously: "The ammunition is fed smoothly without jamming, the barrel is overheated without blowing up the chamber, every shot hits every shot, and there are no taboos. Well, that's it."

"Boss, why did you take a long time to talk 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 can I say, pull it down, don't say anything.

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

Gao Guang opened his mouth and said, "Uh, no, the biggest effect of recognizing the master is not to fail, that's right, that's right."

Patrick clicked the trigger, 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 nodded and continued: "It's a completely different feeling from before."

Mike said with a blank face: "Why don't I feel this way? Does my gun despise me? Guns are also racially discriminatory?"

Can't go on anymore, Gao Guang coughed twice, and said: "You should treat your guns well, take good care of them, clean them in time, use good bullets, treat your guns well, and the guns will treat you well, well, that's right. so."

At this time, the phone rang again, and Gao Guang seemed to be pardoned, 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?"

　Calvin, the transitional chapter, and don't talk about water, this is an obvious foreshadowing, a foreshadowing.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)