From arms dealer to king of war

The young man emptied a magazine in three seconds, and after the rifle was empty and hung up, he hugged the SCAR lovingly and said, "What a great gun!

Enjoyable, absolutely enjoyable! "

Of course Joga knew it was a good gun, and the accuracy of the guns produced in his universal toolbox was almost negligible.

He even deliberately adjusted the size of some accessories in order not to draw too much attention to his gun, just to make it look like something produced by humans.

When producing those AKM and AK74, we even used real objects for reference, and they absolutely meet Afika's standards.

But even so, scars in the hands of young people will not lose to the high-quality products from big manufacturers.

It can be seen that the young man has actually played with guns, and he is pretty good at it. Otherwise, if he shoots continuously, it will easily cause shoulder contusions and falls.

He came up just for a moment, and it could be seen that he had indeed been held in for a long time.

Seeing the young man's delighted expression, Qiao Jia smiled and said, "As long as you like it."

At this moment, the young man completely believed in Qiao Jia's strength. He held the scar in his left hand, shook Qiao Jia's hand with his right hand, and said: "Brother Lang is well-deserved. I want this thing, as well as the pistol. Give me the AK74." 10.

I was given 5,000 rounds each of Scar’s two Noto bullets, 1,000 rounds each of pistol bullets, and 5,000 rounds each of 5.45 AK74 ammunition. "

As he spoke, the young man pushed the leather bag containing the money on the table to Qiao Jia and said, "Brother Lang, this hundred thousand US dollars will be regarded as a deposit.

I have to ask you to send the things to me at the mine. You pay for the freight. I will never bargain! "

Qiao Jia calculated in his mind that the total business was less than 90,000 yuan, and this guy gave him a deposit of 100,000 yuan. If you want to talk about rich people, this guy is a real rich man, and he is so rich that it makes people feel happy.

However, business is business. It is a long way from SD to South SD, and there are also great unknown risks.

After doing some calculations, Qiao Jia said, "I'll give you Q15 including the shipping fee. I'll go to South SD in five days and I can deliver the things to you then."

The young man didn't seem to care about money. He stroked the scar lovingly, then looked at Qiao Jia and said, "Brother Wolf, do you have a sniper rifle like the Remington 700? I want to get a good gun for hunting."

Qiao Jia nodded and said: "No problem, a total of 200,000 yuan, a 100,000 deposit and a 100,000 balance payment. I will be responsible for delivering it to you, and you can pay for the inspection."

When the young man heard what Qiao Jia said so cheerfully, he happily held Qiao Jia's hand again, shook it, and said: "Brother Lang, you saved my life. If it weren't for this ghost place of Afika, If something like this attracts me, I won't even come to it.

My name is Lu Jun. Brother Lang will call me Xiao Lu or Junzai from now on. I may have to stay in the southwestern Kordofan region for a year and a half. If there is anything else needed by then, Brother Lang must not ignore it. I. "

Who said that the second generation of rich people are arrogant and domineering and look at others through their nostrils?

This Lu Jun made a great impression on Qiao Jia. Qiao Jia didn't care about the specific reasons why he was sent to Afika. He only knew that this was definitely an excellent customer.

Seeing that the bodyguard beside Lu Jun was hesitant to speak, Qiao Jia waved his hand and said: "I won't say my name, and I won't explain the reason. People who know me call me 'Jackal'.

What I seek in business is stability. If you need anything in the future, please call me. If not, we will pretend we don’t know each other when we meet. "

Qiao Jia made his attitude clear. Everyone had a simple conversation and it was really not necessary to be frank with each other.

Lu Jun didn't seem to care about Qiao Jia's attitude, but felt that he was particularly professional.

Carefully putting down the scar that already belonged to him, Lu Jun took out an M1911 pistol from his gun bag and said with a smile: "I am familiar with this thing. How about we all compete with each other later?"

As Lu Jun looked at Qiao Jia who seemed to be uninterested, he smacked his lips and said, "How about a thousand dollars? One thousand for each person, the winner takes all."

Qiao Jia looked at Lu Jun's high-spirited look. He shook his head and said with a smile: "Then let's have fun, but I don't bet with anyone, let alone money."

As he spoke, Qiao Jia didn't give Lu Jun a chance to speak. He pointed at the still shaking targets in front of him and said, "Each person has 60 bullets and 30 targets. The one who hits the most will win."

When Lu Jun heard this, he glanced at the shaking targets and said with a somewhat unnatural expression: "You can't hit some of the targets standing here, right?"

Seeing that the boss was a little timid, the middle-aged man with a crew cut among the bodyguards said: "I'll go first. I haven't touched a pistol for a long time. I don't know if it's okay now?"

Qiao Jia understood what the middle-aged bodyguard meant. He smiled and rubbed it on the ground. Then he found a green ribbon and pulled it hard. A green sign indicating the route forward was revealed from the sand. The ground snaked around all the targets in an S-shape.

After returning to the car and grabbing a few boxes of pistol bullets and handing them to them, Joga inserted four Beretta 92F magazines into his belt, and then said with a smile: "You are guests, I should come first."

After speaking, Qiao Jia stood at the starting point, closed his eyes and took a deep breath, then quickly pulled out his pistol and fired eight shots at the four targets ten meters in front of him.

Then he rushed forward 5 meters along the green line, fired continuously at several small targets in front and to the side, then changed the magazine while running, and fired...

Run, shoot, run, pause, shoot...

Qiao Jia's overall movements have an indescribable sense of smoothness, and the familiar and easy-to-hand feeling even offsets the tension of shooting.

Lu Jun thinks Qiao Jia is particularly powerful, but he doesn't know what is so powerful.

So he touched the middle-aged bodyguard beside him and said, "Brother Xiang, how does he compare to you?"

Brother Xiang, the bodyguard, was stunned for a moment by Lu Jun's question, then he shook his head helplessly and said: "I can't compare to him, at least I'm definitely no match for him in pistol shooting.

If you look carefully, the targets are always shaking, but this jackal can always hit with double shots, and the impact point is almost always at a position the size of an orange.

As Brother Xiang looked at the depressions that were basically concentrated on the mottled iron target, he said with emotion: "This guy is an ace-level shooter. He shoots very quickly and very accurately. I am definitely not his within 30 meters." opponent."

When Lu Jun heard this, he was surprised and said: "So powerful? Isn't this guy from some special forces?"

Brother Xiang glanced at Qiao Jia, who had finished shooting the target and started to pick up bullet casings on the ground. He shook his head and said: "He must have never been a soldier, and there is no trace of the army in the way he holds the gun and the way he marches."

Brother Xiang looked at Lu Jun and said seriously: "But this kind of guy is the most terrifying. The fact that Ye Luzi can practice to this level not only shows that he is very talented, but also shows that he is very determined towards his goal. Otherwise, Few people can stand such boring practice.

Boss, shooting a target is not difficult, and shooting a moving target is not difficult after more practice, but few people pursue hitting bullets in the same position.

Either he has obsessive-compulsive disorder, or he has incredibly high demands on himself. "