Sharif did not disappoint him: "The Emirate of Colin prohibits non-residents from possessing firearms, but if you need it, I can take you to a place."
Liu Handong said: "Go buy a gun first."
Sharif drove for a long time to a market far away from the urban area of Takikati. There were everything for sale, including large livestock such as camels and donkeys, as well as cheap electronic products and clothes made in China, second-hand electrical appliances from Japan, and various spices.
Coffee, tea, and one of the stalls were filled with firearms, but Liu Handong was dumbfounded when he saw them.
They are all old guns. The oldest Arab matchlock gun is simply a historical relic. The butt is inlaid with copper and silver decorations. The slender six-edged barrel is full of artistic flavor. There are also some rifles from the Second World War. The latest
The gun is a rusty Soviet SKS semi-automatic rifle. Liu Handong has played with this rifle. The Chinese version of this gun is called the Type 56 semi-automatic rifle.
The SKS was in poor condition and the bayonet was missing. Liu Handong picked it up and examined it. He pulled the bolt and looked at the barrel. It was filled with old dirt and gravel. Looking at the muzzle again, it was also filthy. He asked the old Arab man for the price.
, the old man stretched out three fingers, representing thirty Corinthian dinars, which is six US dollars, which is less than forty yuan in RMB.
Liu Handong paid for the rifle first. He had some scattered dinars with him, but he felt that buying a rifle at this price was blasphemy to the gun, so he gave him a full one hundred dinars.
The old man asked for change, but Liu Handong said there was no need for such a good gun, it was worth the price. Then he talked and gestured to buy another pistol. His Arabic was a bit difficult to communicate with the other party. The old man's face was criss-crossed with ridges, as if he had been cut with a knife or an axe.
, there was black mud between his fingers, he was slightly deaf, and his accent was strange, but he had the boldness of the desert Bedouin people. He took out a pistol from under his robe.
"Give it to you." the old man said, offering the pistol with both hands.
This is a Webley revolver made in England. It is a very old style. It is not an American revolver that can shake out the cylinder from the side, but can be loaded from the top by folding it. It contains six yellow bullets. Look.
It turned out that it was well maintained. There were inscriptions on the gun body. He could vaguely see the words 1915. Liu Handong was stunned. It was an antique from a hundred years ago.
The Bedouin people are very hospitable and cannot refuse the things they give away. Liu Handong had no choice but to accept this unique gift. He was thinking of giving something in return. He thought about taking his newly bought Huawei large-screen mobile phone.
When he came out, the old man's eyes lit up, he was ecstatic and couldn't put it down.
This transaction was very successful, but it took a little trouble to find the bullets. The old man had a large wooden box filled with pistol and rifle bullets of various specifications, just like the treasure box filled with screws and nuts in Chen Bachi's car repair shop.
Whatever you want, get it yourself.
The Soviet-style 7.62X39M43 rifle bullet is a very common bullet, and you can easily find dozens of it. The Webley revolver bullet is rare, and you can only get three. Moreover, it is very old, and there is no guarantee that the propellant will still be effective.
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After buying the gun, Liu Handong became more courageous. He put the long gun in the trunk of Sharif's taxi and put the revolver in his pocket. He wanted to be polite first and then attack, so that these foreign gangsters in Tajikati could see what it means to be really gangster.
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First, he returned to the office, hid the gun, and took the dollars to find a local bully. The bullies on this street were a group of immigrants from Palestine. They had five or six core staff and opened a labor service company, which mainly relied on extorting immigrants.
Every day, Pakistanis, Bangladeshis, and Indonesians, as long as they work in Colin, must pay protection fees to them.
Liu Handong came to visit and behaved obediently. He paid a monthly protection fee of US$500. The Palestinian boss waved his hand and told him to get out.
"Please release my companions." Liu Handong stammered, "I am willing to spend money."
A few guys discussed it and offered a sky-high price: "I can help you ask for ten thousand dollars."
Liu Handong bargained with them and said with a sullen face that he had no intention of killing him. But he still wanted to give them a chance. He said sincerely: "You know Arafat? He is an old friend of our Chinese people. We in China have always supported him."
The Palestinian people’s great cause of national restoration supports your struggle against Israel. We donate money and materials, and the United Nations helps you vote. In view of these things, can you help me?”
"It doesn't matter if you lose even one cent. I know you Chinese are the richest, and ten thousand dollars is nothing to you." The guy in the lead is called Sheikh, and his attitude is very tough. Liu Handong looked at him and felt that this guy was wearing a black hood.
, that is, proper Hamas armed personnel.
"Okay, I'll go back and ask my superiors for instructions to raise money as soon as possible." Liu Handong said, walked out backwards, crossed the street, returned to his office, took out the SKS rifle from the cabinet, skillfully dismantled, cleaned, and reassembled it.
, pressed ten rounds of bullets in one by one, put the gun into a long fishing bag, went downstairs to repair the car, jacked up the car, removed the tires to repair them, used a car electric pump to inflate the car, and repaired the car to him.
It's easy to master, it's a piece of cake.
After the car was repaired, Liu Handong went out to the city for target shooting. He went to the quiet beach introduced by Sharif, placed ten cans in the open space, and shot at distances of fifty meters and one hundred meters. The first two shots went wrong.
The gun hasn't been calibrated for a long time. After the adjustment, the accuracy became reliable. Eight out of eight shots hit the target.
Liu Handong returned to the office, had a meal, and waited for dusk to come. It was getting late. He went out with his bag and went up to the rooftop of the fifth floor. The buildings facing the street were very close to each other. He climbed over several rooftops in succession, and finally stopped at the Palestinian
On the upper floor opposite the "labor service company" I opened, I took out the blanket from my bag and spread it on the roof of the building that was hot in the sun. I lay on the blanket, took out my rifle, and aimed at the window opposite with the mechanical sight.
His eyesight is very good, and there is no need for an optical sight at this distance. The M43 bullet is a medium-power rifle bullet, which is also used in the Bayi Bar. It has medium power and can penetrate thin steel plates within the effective range.
, brick walls, trees and a certain thickness of concrete. The plot in the movie that you can be safe by hiding behind cars or furniture is completely false. Rifle bullets can penetrate everything without any pressure.
At this moment, Liu Handong decided to teach the Palestinians some unforgettable lessons. It was getting late, the labor service company was brightly lit, and all the fat guys were eating curry rice and drinking coffee, but they didn't know that this was the last supper.
Liu Handong locked his sight on Sheikh's head without any hesitation. With a flick of his finger, Sheikh's head turned into a rotten watermelon. The people around him hurriedly stood up and looked around. Bullets flew and hit two more people. They
Only then did he realize that the bullet was coming from a distance, so he hurriedly lay down and looked for cover.
After firing ten rounds of bullets, Liu Handong quickly took out a plate of bullets and pressed it in, and continued to fire fiercely, leaving holes in the outer wall of the labor service company. When the last bullet came out, Liu Handong got up, rolled up the blanket, and left quietly.
Bullet casings were left all over the ground.
It took half an hour for the police to arrive at the scene. The labor company was covered in blood. Sheikh was shot dead on the spot, and four others had different injuries. The gang was considered destroyed. The police called an ambulance, took them away, and then searched the company.
The banknotes in the safe flew away.
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The next day, Liu Handong went to the police station with a bundle of US dollars to arrest someone. He encountered embassy staff negotiating with the police, and one of them looked very familiar.
The man also saw Liu Handong, and the red-faced and thick-necked police officer Colin put aside the argument, strode over, and opened his arms.
Liu Handong also opened his arms and hugged this person tightly.
"You want to strangle me, but the injury hasn't healed yet." The man coughed twice and hammered Liu Handong on the shoulder.
"It's great that you're not dead. Why were you transferred here? Was it promotion or demotion?" Liu Handong asked with a smile. This man was his comrade who fought side by side when he experienced the bloody storm in Afghanistan more than half a year ago. He is also the Assistant Military Attaché of the Afghan Embassy.
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"It's a promotion. Now I'm a military attaché, assistant." The man smiled, "It's all thanks to you that I escaped from death. If I missed it even slightly, my life would have been lost."
Liu Handong said: "It's true that we meet each other everywhere in life. Now that we've settled the matter, we have to have a good drink. I haven't asked you your name."
The man said: "My name is Qin Yingyang."
Liu Handong asked curiously: "Qin Xianyang is your relative?"
"He's my cousin, the son of my second uncle's family." Qin Yingyang said. A closer look showed that the two brothers had no similarities in their facial features, but they were similar in body shape. They were both thin and tall.
It was not a good place to reminisce about old times. After a brief exchange of greetings, the two went to negotiate with the police. Qin Xianyang was guilty of smuggling tobacco and alcohol, which was not a very serious crime. In addition, with the intervention of diplomatic agencies, the police said that he would be released as long as he paid a fine.
Qin Yingyang refused to compromise, argued hard, and moved His Royal Highness Prince Said out of Colin to suppress him. The police officer could not persuade him, so he finally had to agree to release him.
"This bunch of corrupt officials can't do anything without scaring them." Qin Yingyang said with a sneer.
"Are you familiar with His Royal Highness the Crown Prince?" Liu Handong asked.
"It's a long story. I'll talk to you later." Qin Yingyang followed the police and took his cousin out of the cell.
Qin Xianyang suffered a little pain, but it was all superficial injuries and nothing serious. He was just a little depressed. Everyone left the police station and drove back to the office. When they passed the labor service company run by Palestinians, a bullet hole as big as a bowl was clearly visible on the wall.
At the moment, a group of weeping women wearing black burqas with only their eyes exposed gathered around a truck. Inside the truck was a body wrapped in white cloth. The deceased was Sheikh. A bullet opened his head during dinner last night.
Muslims believe in quick burial. Today Sheikh will be buried. The funeral attendees are all fellow Palestinians, mostly women, because the man is still lying in the hospital.
The streets in the old city were narrow, and the funeral procession blocked half of the street. The Qin brothers looked at them silently. After a long time, Qin Yingyang said leisurely: "nozuonodie."