Ma Xiaohu turned his head and looked at Cui Zhenghao, without any fear, and asked curiously: "You have never seen this gun before, what model is it?"
Liu Handong waved his hand, and Cui Zhenghao put away the gun, but the tiger's mouth was stuck at the hammer, and he was still extremely vigilant.
"My bodyguard is from North Korea, and he uses the Korean May Fourth Movement. He just arrived here and overreacted. Please forgive me, Brother Ma," Liu Handong said with a smile on his face and sincerity, "I'm good at this. I used to be a soldier, but later
I also worked as a police officer, so I have a lot of affection for guns. I have a few of them hidden at home, and I go out to practice when I have nothing to do."
Ma Xiaohu nodded: "Let me tell you, I can smell it as soon as I smell it. You have shot a lot of bullets in the past few days, and the smell of gun oil and gun smoke has penetrated into your skin."
Liu Handong raised his thumb: "Brother Ma has a good nose, which is better than that of a police dog."
Ma Hong took out his hand that was resting in his bag, took out Soft Feitian Lanzhou cigarettes and a lighter, handed one to Liu Handong, and gave another one to Ma Xiaohu. When he lit the lighter to help Liu Handong light the cigarette, Ma Xiaohu reached into his pocket.
, seemed to be touching his own lighter, but what he took out was a dark pistol.
As soon as the cigarette was lit, Liu Handong found that the gun was pressed against his head. Cui Zhenghao reacted quickly enough and the gun was pressed against Ma Xiaohu's temple.
"Brother Xiao Ma, what are you doing?" Liu Handong remained calm, but in fact, the back of his neck had begun to sweat.
Ma Xiaohu had a sullen face, said nothing, and pressed his finger on the trigger.
Ma Hongzheng didn't draw his gun, but looked around with alert eyes.
Cui Zhenghao was as cold as ever, and his hand holding the gun was extremely steady.
Ma Xiaohu laughed, turned the handle of the gun upside down and handed it to Liu Handong: "You are well-informed, what is the origin of this gun?"
Liu Handong took the gun, and Ma Xiaohu sat down and lit his cigarette without looking at Xiao Cui.
Xiao Cui glanced at Ma Hongzheng and saw that he did not move, so he also put away his gun.
Liu Handong weighed the gun in his hand. It was very heavy, more than one kilogram. The shape was strange and familiar. It was basically based on the old May 4th. The lengthened barrel had a groove on the top, which was probably for anti-jumping. The handle of the gun was also smaller than the ordinary May 4th.
It's much thicker. I guess the magazine has been changed to a double row. There's a single-shot burst selection device on the gun. It's a submachine pistol.
Ma Xiaohu looked at Liu Handong slightly reservedly, picked up the tea cup and blew the hot air, as if waiting for Liu Handong's praise.
"This... if you fire continuously, the magazine capacity is too small, and it will be all fired as soon as you pull the trigger, and the recoil is too great. Except for the first shot, the rest will hit the sky." Liu Handong put forward frankly.
own opinion.
Ma Xiaohu slapped the table and raised his thumb: "Insightful!"
Waved, Ma Hong took out the extended magazine and a long iron object from his bag, took out a dagger from the long bar and shook it, inserted it back, bent it at 90 degrees and handed it to Liu Handong: "This is the shoulder rest
.”
Liu Handong nodded solemnly, put on the extended magazine, put on the shoulder rest, and tried it on his shoulder. To be honest, the human-machine function was worse than the crane. It was very uncomfortable to hold, the center of gravity was unstable, and the magazine was too long.
Seriously, if I had to give a review, I would only have one sentence: "What the hell is this JB thing?"
"A big killing weapon, absolutely a big killing weapon. I have been in the world for many years, but I have never seen such a powerful gun!" Liu Handong praised without changing his expression.
Ma Xiaohu said proudly: "Can you tell what model it is?"
Liu Handong shook his head in a serious manner: "I'm blind, I really can't see it." But he said in his heart, this broken thing must be a freak of your own creation.
Ma Xiaohu said: "Hongzheng, give him some popular science."
Ma Hongzheng coughed dryly and said: "This gun is the Hualong No. 1 super individual sniper self-defense weapon independently developed by Mr. Ma on the basis of the domestically produced May 4th-type foreign trade pistol. It combines the characteristics of a pistol and a submachine gun, and is equipped with an aiming
mirror, dagger, etc., achieving the design goal of a multi-purpose gun."
Liu Handong couldn't help but clapped his hands and praised: "High, it's really high. I didn't expect that our Hualong's weapon research and development level is so high. As far as I know, developed countries in Europe and the United States are already developing PDW, which is a personal self-defense weapon for non-combat equipment."
As for the personnel, Xiao Ma has taken precautions and is already at the forefront of the world."
Ma Xiaohu waved his hand: "I don't dare to take it seriously. Mr. Liu is also a man of knowledge, and he also knows how good his brother is. I only came up with this idea after seeing the relevant introduction in "Weapons Knowledge". It's just for fun. If you like it, this
I’ll give you the gun, and I’ll make a batch specially for you, the price is easy to talk about.”
Liu Handong thought something was wrong, maybe the intelligence was wrong, the people coming were not drug dealers, but gun dealers.
"Let's discuss this topic in depth later. Let's eat first," Liu Handong said.
Ma Xiaohu didn't answer, and rolled his eyes and said: "Mr. Liu loves guns so much, what kind of thing is he wearing? It should open my eyes too?"
Liu Handong thought for a while, then pulled out his M1911A1 and pushed it over: "My friend brought it from the south. It's an old thing from the Vietnam War, but it's in good condition."
Ma Xiaohu picked it up and played with it for a few times, then pushed his brother Dabuliu over: "Let's play with it for two days instead."
Liu Handong frowned slightly. This gun was borrowed from the Anti-Narcotics Brigade. He borrowed it and returned it, and it was not difficult to borrow it again. If Ma Xiaohu took it away, it would be like a meat bun beating a dog. Once it goes, it will never come back.
However, he knew very well what was more important, it was just a gun, and it was nothing compared to the mission, so he readily agreed: "Okay!"
There was a sound on the stairs, and the waiter brought the food. Everyone quickly put away their friends, smoked cigarettes, drank tea, and calmed down. There was no alcohol in this meal. All they ate were hard dishes such as beef and mutton. Westerners like to eat pasta, so each person has one
After finishing the big bowl of noodles, Xili Hulu, Ma Xiaohu proposed to find a place to shoot targets. Liu Handong readily agreed and called Kan Wanlin to buy some things from the supermarket and drive over to pick him up.
Half an hour later, the Mercedes-Benz drove to the door of the hotel. The four of them got in the car and drove straight to the desolate river beach. Along the way, Ma Xiaohu was happily discussing the issue of firearms with Liu Handong. Others could not get in the conversation at all.
It was Ma Xiaohu who was talking, and Liu Handong was playing the role of flatterer. During the conversation, he also learned that Ma Xiaohu used to be a professional gun-making technician and was quite famous in the county.
"In our place, all the older girls are willing to marry a man with skills." Ma Xiaohu said proudly, "My mother-in-law is the most beautiful in their hometown."
Liu Handong said: "I'm sorry, I can't call you Brother Ma anymore. I have to call you Ma Gong from now on."
Everyone laughed heartily, and the atmosphere was extremely harmonious. Kan Wanlin, who was driving, was also very excited. Not only was he not afraid, he was also very excited. Dong Ge's status as a big boss was not just a boast, he had friends all over the world.
Unknowingly, we arrived at the river beach. There was no one nearby, so it was perfect for gun practice. Kan Wanlin took out several boxes of cans and several large watermelons from the trunk, and placed them on a pile of rocks in the distance for flood control.
Liu Handong and Ma Xiaohu showed humility to each other and started practicing with guns. After all, Ma Xiaohu came from a professional gun-making family and had excellent marksmanship. His bullets were flawless and he hit each can like flying pieces of jade.
When it was Liu Handong's turn, he played a trick. He held two guns and fired left and right. He hit the target without missing a target. This move shocked Ma Xiaohu. He was not an ordinary person shooting with two hands.
After the fight, the two looked at each other and laughed, feeling like Boy Ya meeting his son when he was young.
"Let your bodyguard try it too." Ma Xiaohu pointed at Cui Zhenghao.
"Xiao Cui, show your skills." Liu Handong said.
Cui Zhenghao nodded, picked up a can and threw it to Kan Wanlin.
"What are you doing for me?" Kan Wanlin Zhang Er Jingang was confused.
Cui Zhenghao pointed to his head and motioned for him to put the can on his head.
Kan Wanlin shook his head like a rattle, secretly scolding Goryeo Bangzi for revenge, but when he saw the fleeting contemptuous expression on Xiao Cui's face, he became more competitive and said, "It's up to you, I don't fucking believe you dare to be
Beat me to death in front of Brother Dong!"
He stood ten meters away with the can on his head, closed his eyes, and his heart was pounding. He wanted to drop the damn can and run away, but when he thought of Zhang Yan, he pushed it up again in one breath and stabbed it there without moving.
Ma Xiaohu smiled and seemed calm, but in fact the cigarette in his hand betrayed him. The long ash had not been flicked for a long time. Ma Hongzheng was also very nervous, with a worried look on his face.
Liu Handong laughed loudly: "It's too risky to play. If the bullet is not of good quality and Wan Lin's head is broken, everything he eats in the future will be useless."
Kan Wanlin shouted: "Brother Dong, don't try to persuade him. Let this kid beat him. If he can't be beaten to death, I will consider him a coward."
As soon as he finished speaking, Cui Zhenghao raised his hand and fired a shot. The movement was very casual and easy, as if he didn't aim at all. Kan Wanlin felt a huge pain in his head. The moment the bullet passed through the can, the pressure inside the can suddenly changed, and the force was incredible.
As you can imagine, although you won't suffer any serious injuries, you will inevitably get a big bump.
Xiao Cui's move shocked everyone, including Liu Handong. Target shooting is not a skill, but hitting a target above a person's head is a real skill. A small mistake will kill someone. What a good marksmanship this is.
His psychological quality, how many bullets and how many lives are needed to feed such a master.
Ma Xiaohu was sincerely convinced, but Kan Wanlin's face was ashen. Liu Handong secretly thought that it was lucky that he had already attached a gun to Kan Wanlin's head, and the business would be lost.
The technical exchange ended and it was already four o'clock in the afternoon. Liu Handong proposed to sit down together in the evening, taste Omi's specialties, sing a song or something, so as to entertain distinguished guests from afar. Ma Xiaohu and Ma Hongzheng discussed it and agreed.
We originally planned to have dinner at Bao Chi Lou, but Ma Hongzheng said that he would not eat at a non-halal restaurant, so he went to the one at noon. Since both Ma and Ma are devout believers and do not drink, the dinner would not be complete without wine. After the meal, the atmosphere was not warm enough.
Liu Handong said that he would take you to my site to inspect it, and Erma readily agreed.
The venue was naturally Jinzun. Jiang Haofeng had already been greeted and arranged for a large private room and a high-quality princess. Mamasang brought in a group of beauties wearing suspenders and short skirts for the distinguished guests to choose from. However, Ma Xiaohu looked uncomfortable and said no.
If you have someone to accompany you, please turn down the music, it will make your brain hurt.
Liu Handong understood and waved his hand, and the ladies receded like a tide.
He knew it was time to talk about serious matters.