In Hu Biao's order, the fake foreigner Lao J who needed to stay behind brought everyone a little surprise.
It was in the voice of 'Duang, Duang~' that this guy kept throwing half-old rifles out of the space ring on his finger.
Without asking, Hu Biao knew the specific origins of these rifles that were quite old.
Naturally, it was the antique World War II equipment that Jason managed to purchase in the modern North America.
After casually picking up a rifle from the ground, Yang Dongli just took a look at it under the moonlight, and shouted with surprise:
"Hey! Good stuff~
Isn’t this Garand semi-automatic rifle used by the soldiers in World War II, which is known as the big eight grains by the veterans? Old J, after your boy went back this time, the harvest was quite good."
Unfortunately, Hu Biao had different opinions on this point.
"It's not bad, but it's a Garand semi-automatic rifle, but it doesn't have any automatic firepower?
Do the soldiers have M2 Browning heavy machine guns or Thompsons? Do they have German P40s? Do they have Maozi’s Bobosa? And the legendary Somi and Madsen light machine guns?
Don't tell me that in this ugly capitalistic society, your kid can't buy it if you have money."
While holding a Garand, he pressed the distinctive steel leaky magazine with double rows of eight bullets into the magazine from the top of the receiver.
Hu Biao couldn't help but complain.
The main reason is that after Jason threw out five Garand semi-automatic rifles in one go, and then took out an M1912 shotgun for himself, there seemed to be no further progress.
In Hu Biao's mind, those were some automatic firepowers on which he had high hopes, but they were completely useless.
For this reason, Hu Biao couldn't help but complain.
You know! Although some of the belongings brought by the fake foreign devils need to be auctioned to get a good price, it will take some time and operation.
However, if everything is really taken care of, then there should still be five to six million US dollars.
Five to six million U.S. dollars was a huge fortune in Hu Biao's eyes, and he believed that he would be able to arm them to the bone in several future missions.
The result? After hearing this, the fake foreign devil answered without any politeness:
"Get it~ Do you know how much a good-quality Thomson costs in North America now? It starts at 26,000 US dollars, and it's basically possible to get it for more than 30,000 US dollars.
Even weapons like shell guns have been raised to $5,000 a piece by the grandchildren in Chinatown.
The main reason is that in North America, automatic firepower is very expensive. On the contrary, semi-automatic things like Garand, because of their huge stock, only require a few hundred, and you can have as many as you want.
Also, do you know how long an M2 Browning heavy machine gun is? It’s 1.653 meters, and your 1.25-meter-long ring can’t even fit in it.
But you are the commander, you are awesome, why don’t you dispose of those properties cheaply through channels in Chinatown, and then buy a bunch of automatic firepower?"
Not to mention! After hearing such a statement, Hu Biao felt that the semi-automatic Garand had strong firepower and good accuracy, and was actually quite easy to use.
As for those belongings being sold cheaply, it is impossible.
Feeling a little embarrassed, the guy forcibly changed the subject: "What about that! Everyone is busy. If there is nothing else, take action quickly and find out what this place is first."
The voice finally fell, and Qingtian's unlucky kid started shouting uncooperatively:
"Lao Hu, I have something going on here~"
"Let go~" Hu Biao shouted angrily.
Then, Qingtian raised the lunch bag in his hand and said distressedly:
“The system’s requirement that you can only carry ‘ultra-low value items’ is really a trap. Just say it’s garbage.
Before coming here, I really didn’t know what to bring, so I brought some leftover rice and leftovers here. In such a hot weather, if we don’t take care of it, it will probably go bad soon. Otherwise, we should eat it first.
chant."
As soon as these words came out, Hu Biao didn't even have time to say anything. The black Chinese medicine doctor expressed his disgust:
"If I eat you, I won't even touch these things stained with the saliva of gentlemen."
For this reason, Qingtian began to explain:
"That's not the case, it's just leftovers from a group of pretty girls from art schools; otherwise, with the appetite of the gentleman, there wouldn't be much left over."
As soon as he heard this, the old bachelor, the black Chinese medicine doctor, changed his face.
While he flew towards Qingtian, he explained seriously: "Actually, if you think about it seriously, wasting food is also a very shameful thing; brother, give me more dishes~"
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Not to mention the process of eating lunch, everyone had different performances.
After eating, everyone took action according to the order of a commander like Hu Biao.
When Hu Biao took Garland and walked out to search for a few minutes on such an island, he heard a voice like this:
"Lao Hu, everyone, come here quickly, there's a situation here~"
Immediately, Hu Biao and others, who were not far away, rushed over following the sound.
In this process, everyone has opened the safety of the weapons in their hands and is ready to fight at any time.
But they soon discovered that their actions were a bit surprising and there was absolutely no need to make such a big noise.
Because behind a big rock, they saw several shacks with broken roofs.
In the shack, there were only a few thin black uncles, girls, and cubs, huddled in front of a small fire, looking at them with horror on their faces.
It’s time to say it or not! One of the black girls is quite beautiful.
Although her skin is a bit darker, her eyebrows are quite delicate, which is very in line with the taste of Chinese people. With her graceful figure wrapped in tattered clothes, she can be regarded as a very good black girl.
In an instant, this girl asked the black Chinese medicine doctor to wait for a few singles, and her eyes lit up.
It's a pity that the girl's skin is too dark, which will affect the genes of the next generation. Otherwise, these people may be thinking about what their sons will be called in the future.
Maybe it was because Hu Biao and the others were such a large group, and the noise they made as they rushed over with weapons was so loud that these people were frightened.
So much so that they were allowed to cook a pot of wild vegetables and other food on the fire, but it was knocked over while they huddled together.
Seeing such a scene, Hu Biao felt a little embarrassed.
For this reason, he said hello in broken English: "Hello~ Which Gada are you here and what is the name of the place?"
I don’t know if it’s Hu Biao’s English. Just as the English teacher commented back then, any serious foreigner who comes to Uncle Sam’s house can’t understand his improper accent.
In other words, these black uncles only speak dialect and don’t understand English at all.
Anyway, when faced with Hu Biao's greeting, those black uncles looked confused.
Upon seeing this, Hu Biao glanced at Yang Dongli, asking this guy who claimed to be able to speak multiple languages to come up and show off.
The problem is that Yang Dongli also has a headache. No matter how awesome he is, he can't speak the dialect of his uncles.
But at this moment, the leader, a black uncle, spoke in standard Mandarin:
"Dear adults from the northern region, we really don't understand what you are saying? But we still have some wild vegetables, which are our last food. As long as we are not killed, we are willing to give them to you for your enjoyment."
"Damn it! You are actually Chinese, how come you are so evil?"
In great surprise, Hu Biao asked instinctively.
"Ha~ How can there be any talk of the Chinese nation in this apocalyptic era?
However, it is said that our ancestors are indeed from the Chinese lineage; as for why it is so dark, adults from the north, you should have seen the power of the sun here during the day.
If you are exposed to the sun every day, you will have to be dark if you don’t want to be dark~"
Hu Biao: "..."
After Yang Dongli reacted, he asked the key sentence: "Do you know what this place is, or what it was called before?"
A group of people who looked like black uncles shook their heads, making Hu Biao and the others very disappointed.
But an accident happened at this moment. After the pretty black girl remembered something, she said crisply:
"My lords, if any of you can read, I have something here that should let you know what this place used to be called?"
After saying that, she rummaged through the depths of the shack and found a rusty nameplate like a treasure.
After looking at the words on the nameplate, the expressions on the faces of Hu Biao, Zhui Feng, Yang Dongli and others were extremely exciting; because it was written on the nameplate:
"Security Point at Moxingling in Baiyun Mountain Scenic Area of Yangcheng City".