Mercenary War

Gao Yang already knows what the name of the old man on the window is. He is called Rotzowski, a gentleman who always looks gentle. Although he is old and charming, he always reveals some points intentionally or unintentionally. Lonely feeling.

Rotzowski did not leave immediately. He was still beside the window and whispered: “We need to assemble and then go in. Also, it is more difficult to silence.”

Yrebin waved his hand and whispered: “Go.”

Rotztoski nodded and then got up and left. After a few steps, he reached out and took off his hat and then looked like he casually waved his hand.

Walking to a car, Rootstosky opened the door and threw the hat in his hand. Then, Gao Yang saw that like the early hours of the morning, the old man came out.

After Gao Yang turned the car off, he whispered to Yalebin: “What do we do?”

Yrebin shrugged: “This is likely to become a tough battle, so look at it, and let them leave when they finish things.”

Gao Yang whispered: “Hey, I want to help.”

Yalebin looked at Gao Yang and frowned. “You? Wear bulletproof vests and helmets? If you forget, we are still waiting here.”

Gao Yang immediately said: “No, no, now I need to wear casual clothes to get close to the enemy. Then I certainly won’t wear any bulletproof vest. I just need to bring a pistol. Oh, but my suit is really bulletproof.”

Yalebin smiled and said: “The rich people are always afraid of death. Well, since you are willing to go, then go well. In fact, I also want to go. Although my operation is not as convenient as before, now my blood is burning again. It’s really uncomfortable to sit here and wait, well, let’s go.”

Gao Yang took his m1911 in the car. After pulling the gun, he placed it in the quick-release holster under the armpit, and then he got off the train after finishing the suit.

After slowly walking alongside the Yalebin to the crowd, Rotzowski whispered to Yrebin: “We are waiting for Talta, we decided to take the gun. Talta is on the lookout, but He will be there soon.”

Yalebin nodded, and Gao Yang was shocked: “You didn’t bring a gun this morning?”

The operation in the early hours of the morning did not open, but it was useless to bring a gun, and it was not the same thing to have no gun at all. For Gao Yang, the operation that didn’t even have a gun made him unable to imagine.

The farmer who likes to kill with a pencil looks at Gao Yang and whispers: “Yes.”

No one cares about Gao Yang again, and Gao Yang is still in constant shock.

Waiting for a while, the old man who always smelled of odor and alcohol came. When he got to the side of the car and opened the trunk, he suddenly stopped his hand and then loudly said: “Warn you, I can borrow my gun. But who dares to throw me or use my gun to mess around, I will pinch him!”

“Okay, let’s hurry!”

After dissatisfied with the people around me, the drunkard muttered: “The most hateful of you, no one has a gun, always want to borrow me, no, I have to take a drink first.”

“Tarta, you really should stop drinking!”

“Be careful that your guns are not stable.”

Ignore the person next to me, the old drunkard picks up a large bottle of vodka from the trunk. After opening the bottle cap and taking a swig, he made a heavy drink.

“Tarta, you should take a shower.”

The old drunkard opened a large suitcase with lots of dust in the trunk, all with guns and magazines. Gao Yang noticed that the guns were all equipped with silencers or models that can use silencers, pistol is mostly, there is also a submachine gun and a short-range sniper rifle using subsonic bullets, in general, and Pavlo Vicki had a high degree of consistency with the selection of the black devils.

Pick up a Marklov pmpistol. Then I picked up a muffler and the old drunkard looked intoxicated and said: “Oh, my favorite, my partner, I finally used you again.”

With the gun standing aside, the drunk is spinning the muffler onto the pistol, whispering: “Choose yourself.”

Rotzowski picked up a submachine gun, picked up two magazines, put the magazines in the left and right trouser pockets, put a pair of windbreakers, and put the submachine gun into the clothes to hide. Laughed: “My clothes are big, I use a submachine gun.”

Another person picked up a Marklov pb********, very casually put a belt on the belt, and put the jacket up and put the zipper up, whispered: “fast action Something.”

Someone picked up a very small pistol, and Gao Yang recognized that it was a pss******** gun with a small gun and a small power.

“You brought this little guy too? Well, I use it.”

The old drunkard whispered: “When I left, I brought all the guns that I used for me. Who told you not to take them, a bunch of fools!”

Yarebin coughed softly and whispered: “I didn’t bring my gun.”

“Ah! Sorry!”

After everyone burst into the air, the rest of them took the guns. When the drunkard was about to close his suitcase, Gao Yang whispered: “Sorry, can you lend me a gun? My gun has no muffler, I I want to borrow your gun and use it.”

After the drunkard looked at Gao Yang coldly, he put the box cover down and slammed it, loudly: “Don’t borrow!”

In general, Gao Yang will not lend his gun to others, no one can do it, so he can only stand aside, but at this moment, Yalebin is frowning, whispering: “Small ghost! He is our boss, offended him, you give us money for future activities?”

The drunkard immediately opened the box with a smile, facing Gao Yang. “I still have a spare Makarov, not a special one, but I can use an external muffler, and the noise reduction effect. Very good, I have no other pistol, so you must use my spare pistol, otherwise I…, cough! Take it yourself!”

Although the drunkard was smiling, Gao Yang had no doubt that his face was full of anger, so he quickly took out the last pistol, and then the other hand took the silencer in the grid next to pistol. By the way, I took another bullet.

After the drunkard’s gangsters bulged for a few times, they closed the box and closed the trunk.

Gao Yang is quickly attaching the silencer of the screw interface to the muzzle. After the silencer is installed, he glances at the magazine and then knocks the magazine on his hand to prevent the bullet from being loaded too much. After a long time, the bomb was not smooth. After finishing these, the magazine was loaded into the empty grip of pistol.

The drunkard glared at Gao Yang. “I just checked it. You don’t need to knock it. Do you think this is United States?”

Yarebin coughed softly and whispered: “Get off.”

The drunk immediately turned and left, and Gao Yang found that he took the hammer hidden in the back waist while turning, and then put the hammer into his sleeve and pinched the hammer in his hand. (.) Mobile users please visit http://m.piaotian.net