Chapter 187

Based on Gao Yang's limited knowledge of weapons, all the guns he knows are here, and all the guns he doesn't know are here.

Of course, it's not just guns, there are also various grenades, bullets, and things that Yang Yi doesn't know the use of.

Brian opened his hands, looking at the dazzling array of rooms, he sincerely admired: "It's so beautiful, it reminds me of my arsenal."

In a room of about ten square meters, the four walls are all brackets except for a small door, and all the brackets are long guns.

Rifles, submachine guns, even machine guns and, most incredible of all, bazookas.

There are two containers in the middle. There are baskets on the containers, which are full of boxes of bullets. There is also a row of cabinets with pistols and magazines next to them.

On the other side of the same cabinet were short knives, long knives, axes, greatswords, clubs, shields, and body armor.

On the other cabinet are bullets, grenades, rifle grenades, and mines.

On the other side of the same cabinet are many small items and some electronic equipment.

In fact, the bullets are not limited to the ones on the container. Wherever the bullets can be placed, there are boxes of bullets.

Yang Yi's eyes were straightened, and at this moment Paul picked up something that looked like a headlamp as if offering a treasure.

"Boss, look at this, low-light night vision device, isn't it very light? It's much more powerful than what we used back then!"

Bulai took it over, and then he said in surprise: "So small? Is it easy to use?"

"It's so easy to use, even if it suddenly encounters strong light, it will never burn out the photosensitive components. This is nothing. Look at this, thermal imaging!"

Brian picked up a thermal imager and said in surprise, "It's so small and light. Is the battery durable? How far is the detection distance?"

Paul laughed: "It's farther than the thermal imaging we used at the time! And the battery is enough for six hours of continuous use."

Brian exhaled lightly, stroked the thermal imaging camera in his hand and said, "Good thing, but..."

Brian put down the thermal imager, walked to the front of the pistol cabinet, and after just a glance, he reached into the cabinet and picked up an M1911A1 pistol.

He took the pistol in his hand, flipped it back and forth, looked at it, and then said softly, "This is what I want."

He took off the magazine and checked that it was empty, then Brian immediately pulled the slide, turned around quickly and pointed the gun at the wall, pulled the trigger, and fired.

After a crisp click, Brian took a long breath and said, "Perfect!"

Without hesitation, he pulled out the shiny 1911 from his waist. After throwing the pistol in a box like throwing away his shoes, Brian raised the gun in his hand again and said in a deep voice, "I borrowed it. .”

Paul waved his hand indifferently, and said, "It's yours. I modified it myself. Of course it works. Do you just want a pistol?"

"of course not!"

Brian picked up a full magazine, inserted the magazine into the pistol, and then inserted the pistol into his waist. Then he looked at the rifle on the wall and said, "Recommend one to me."

Paul took down a black-painted rifle, very short and with a suppressor.

"I recommend MK.18 MOD 0CQBR to you. It has been in service since 2000. It is light and short. You can continue to use your favorite MP5 as a submachine gun. Of course, there are more choices now, such as MP7 and sniper rifles..."

Bryan immediately said: "I don't want to change the sniper rifle, Remington M700, I don't plan to change the sniper rifle."

"Okay, various versions of the M700, the Army version is already M24A2, the Marine Corps version has reached M40A5, or the police version, of course, I say these are nonsense, of course you still like the classic model."

Paul smiled and took down a sniper rifle, and said, "Our version of Pandora is for my own use, but now it can be yours!"

Brian took the rifle, closed his eyes, stroked the rifle, and let out a long sigh.

After holding the sniper rifle in his hand for a while, Brian opened his eyes, and then he said to Yang Yi: "You're welcome, choose one you like, this arsenal is about to become obsolete, so take any gun you like."

Yang Yi looked at at least fifty pistols, swallowed, then pointed to the knife cabinet, and said, "I want to choose a knife first."

Paul immediately said, "Knives? I'm not an expert in knives, but there are enough choices here. What do you like?"

Yang Yi immediately said: "I have already bought knives but I am not very satisfied. First of all, I don't want hand guards."

Paul smiled and said, "Very good. A knife with a guard is for children. It seems that you can use a knife. What's the length?"

Knives generally have hand guards. As the name suggests, the role of hand guards is to protect the hands from being injured by their own blades. As for the lack of hand guards, this is of course not a problem for a master.

Paul took down a double-edged dagger, pulled it out of the sheath, waved it in his hand, and said, "How about this one? Thirty centimeters, the best length for tactical knives, one blow, fatal!"

"Well, I don't like double-edged ones, I like single-edged ones."

Yang Yi reached out and picked up a knife, took the knife out of its sheath and held it in his hand, and then put the back of the knife on his arm, saying: "I often do this kind of action, so a double-edged dagger is not suitable, it is better to use a single-edged dagger. Blade."

Paul spread his hands and said, "You'd better choose yourself."

Yang Yi doesn't need military thorns, because multifunctional military thorns are not what he needs, and he doesn't want too big and heavy knives. Although 30 centimeters is the best length for a tactical knife, for a killer, 30 centimeters is the best length. It's too long, because the killer pays more attention to concealing the knife than chasing the extra length.

Yang Yi looked at it for a long time, but there was no knife he liked, so he said in a deep voice, "Is there a shorter, sharp and thin knife with a length of about 20 centimeters?"

"Uh, uh, I like daggers, so the shorter ones are double-edged, but this one should meet your needs."

Paul picked up a jumping knife, which was originally commonly known as a switchblade.

After pressing the button and the blade was ejected directly, Paul smiled and said, "The scarab jumping knife of microtechnology should be able to meet your requirements. I don't have anything else that is more suitable, but after you find Charles, he can satisfy you." For all the requirements for the knife, he is an expert in using the knife."

Under the current situation, there is really no better choice. Yang Yi took the jumping knife and said, "Thank you."

At this moment, Brian said in a deep voice: "Now go choose a gun, Paul, help him, this little guy is not very proficient in guns, help him choose a pistol that suits him."

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