The weapon racks on the walls on both sides are full of firearms.
They have different shapes, some come from construction, some come from the north, and they are all domestic products.
There are a total of forty-five main weapons and sixteen secondary weapons, specially prepared for dealing with spiritual disaster monsters in the mortal world.
Xueming was stunned for a moment. It was like Zhu Bajie tasting ginseng fruit. He had never seen these things before. If he didn't fire a few shots, he would have no idea what their human-machine effects were.
Boss Chen stood in front of the counter and put on his sunglasses again.
"Please choose your primary weapon."
Jiang Xueming pointed to the row on the right. Based on his sense of smell for firearms, he chose the taller one and chose the safest plan.
On the weapons rack on the left hand side, most of the magazines for gun-shaped objects are painted blue or orange. Xue Ming knows that those are test machines that have not been used in actual combat. Weapons companies and the National Research and Design Institute do this. Therefore, the right hand
The guys on the side that look more like current equipment are more reliable.
Humans only have two hands and ten fingers, so modern weapons are bound to become simpler and more convenient to make. The same goes for the bullets for special attacks against spirits. The design prototypes are all based on existing light weapons.
Fugui took the gun from the wall and handed it to Xueming.
"The prototype is designed with reference to my country's bullpup layout 95 assault rifle. It is the standard equipment for the first generation of armed members of the [Tianshu] anti-spirit force. The official name of the weapon design is called [Wu Jing·Jiaolong] - it can use four A variety of different specifications of anti-spirit bullets.”
At the same time, Xueming was checking the status of the firearm, inserting and unplugging the magazine, and disassembling the lift and bolt.
Fugui took out four different types of ammunition from under the counter and displayed them one by one.
"This is a .8*40 special rifle bullet with a reduced charge. It uses a rock salt anti-riot warhead similar to talc powder. When it hits the human body, it will explode into a cloud of smoke and cause great damage to the exposed circuit boards and wires.
It's equivalent to a micro emp - it can block psychic energy, we call it psychic ammunition."
"There are three types of ammunition of the same caliber. The second type is a hexagram-shaped split warhead made through nano-scale fine withering technology - when it hits an enemy, it will turn into sixty-four spirit groups of different shapes.
Block, used when trying to capture a spirit body, we call it a spirit binding bullet."
"The third category is tracer ammunition, which is made by collecting the feces or pheromones of various disaster animals through the Biological Research Institute of the General Administration. The smell is very pungent, and ordinary monsters and monsters will run away after hearing the wind. You can use this pheromones to track
, or call in armed employees to support you, who can identify the markings and provide fire support from drones or helicopters. We call it a ghost bomb, or a stink bomb."
"The last category..."
When Fugui said this, he suddenly stopped.
Jiang Xueming grabbed the last flathead ammunition.
"The plastic hood is plated with copper and is a flat-head bullet. It can kill people and has a strong stopping effect - it is used to deal with large animals with simple brain structures, or criminals."
Fugui nodded: "Yes, the above three types of ammunition can be fired directly at the hostages. Talcum powder will damage the hostages' exposed skin, and powdered rock salt may cause them to lose a layer of skin, but it will never kill them. The last type of bullets,
We call it a do-over."
Xueming caught the solid lubricant thrown by Brother Chen, maintained the firearm, then put it into the spacious lining hook of the spirit coat, and stuffed four magazines with different marks into the waistband.
Fugui then said: "Please choose your secondary weapon."
"Give me that." Xueming pointed to the pistol on the weapons rack, "That square thing."
It looks like a strange firearm made of multiple building blocks. It has no lower hanging rails and a very original industrial design.
"This is the first-generation anti-spirit pistol jointly designed by Beifang and Tiantong. There is no prototype. It's called [Wu Jing Lei Feng Heng] - it's not the same caliber as Jiaolong, but I can help you replace the barrel and bolt.
"
Jiang Xueming: "Thank you for your hard work. I want eight pistol magazines."
Chen Fugui took the hardware tools from the counter and was about to dismantle the gun and replace the barrel. He asked one more question along the way: "Do you need to throw a weapon?"
Jiang Xueming had already dismantled the things. When Fugui raised his head, he looked at the table full of parts in surprise, "No need."
Chen Fugui simply handed over the bolt mechanism and barrel to Xueming and asked the gunsmith to pack these things.
"If you don't need it, you won't be able to use it? You won't be able to use it?"
"I don't know how to use it, and I won't use it." Jiang Xueming told the truth: "I read these files, and although I don't understand some of the terms, the tasks are all carried out in downtown areas, and they are useless against spiritual tear gas and shock bombs.
, can easily cause panic, and high explosives or flash bombs are even more meaningless - I can't figure out the specifications of your throwing objects. To use the throwing objects skillfully, you have to go through hundreds or thousands of trainings.
It means you can’t use it, and..."
Xueming loaded the pistol and pulled the slide to test the response speed.
He raised his gun and aimed at the three-point-one-line posture, and then immediately switched back to the fighting posture of heavy locking of the central axis. He raised his leg, kicked the umbrella to pieces, took out the ingenious work from it, and held the gun in one hand and the stick in the other.
"My stick can emit 1,200 lumens of light and can create a flash effect. If there is no better molle - I can't carry so many things, eight magazines and two guns are enough. It takes a long time to cross the courtyard alley.
When we drilled through windows and climbed over tiled walls, we tried to be as light as possible."
Chen Fugui: "Besides this, you don't want anything else?"
"No need..." Jiang Xueming hesitated for a while, then said: "Give me needle and thread and Velcro."
In just a few minutes, the two sleeves of Ling Yi were opened with two simple storage bag buckles. Xue Ming separated the two sleeves and stuffed them into the cuffs, one on the left and the other on the right.
He straightened his arm, and the stick unlocked with the buckle, and fell into his hand with natural gravity. He repeated this several times - after taking out the stick, he put it away again, explored the inner lapel of the spirit clothes with his left arm, and pulled out the front handle of the dragon.
Ensure that the gun is drawn smoothly and naturally, just like magic, immediately entering the combat posture from the defenseless civilian form.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Chen Fugui looked at Xueming in surprise.
"If Xiaobei is half as good as you with a gun, he won't beg Qiongqi to fight together every day."
Jiang Xueming put away the weapons, laid out the files, and divided them into three parts.
"Brother Ye Bei's body shape is not suitable for carrying weapons. He is very thin and his shoulders are not wide enough to support the spirit clothes. The weapons are easily exposed to the enemy. He has his own way of fighting."
Fugui: "That's right."
"Let's get down to business." Jiang Xueming was determined in her heart, "Which spiritual disaster should I solve first?"
"Starting from here, this one is relatively simple and allows you to practice your skills." Chen Fugui pushed one of the volumes towards Xueming, "I will arrange for an intelligence agent to work with you."
Write this easy-to-understand title on the dossier.
[Horror Artist]
It is like introducing spiritual disasters and the subject of spiritual disasters, and the alias of monsters in modern society.
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Following Fugui's instructions, Xueming obtained the intelligence agent's contact information.
The two arranged to meet at Guangyuan Middle Road in the center of Hengyin to talk about the origins of this [horror artist].
Jiang Xueming arrived on time at seven o'clock in the evening. He encountered some minor troubles on the way, otherwise he would have arrived earlier.
He doesn't like people waiting, and he likes to wait for people. He usually arrives ten minutes early——
——It's just that it's midsummer, and the temperature of more than 30 degrees makes Ji Ji Lingyi look very eye-catching.
If your memory is good enough, you should remember that this spiritual garment also functions as a small air conditioner. Xueming does not feel hot at all when wearing it, but in the eyes of others, especially the people on the bus, Xueming looks like
A suspicious-looking freak, with a bare head and thick autumn and winter clothes.
In order to appear less special and less eye-catching, he took the time to buy a wig at Longquan Mall to make himself look more rebellious, punk, and non-mainstream. Perhaps his style of painting would not be so abrupt.
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The most prosperous area in the city center is also a hotbed for criminals.
Going to the Huadu Hotel next to the video game arcade, the gangster with his head dyed yellow and green is discussing which floor to go to. Xueming’s adoptive father must know——
——As early as when Xueming was thirteen years old, this human trafficker planned to take his adopted son to play and train him to become the next generation of criminal stars.
The fourth floor of this hotel is the student area, and foreign girls can be found on the roof. Jiang Xueming can even recite their prices because his adoptive father has said it so many times that even an illiterate person can remember the prices of the human flesh business.
I think now your impression of Hengyin City should have changed from a superficial one to a more profound one, right?
After putting on the wig, Xueming blended into the student group, walking beside a group of young people in the visual department, and he was no longer so flashy and conspicuous.
He arrived at the agreed place, in front of the lemon tea shop next to the KTV, found a seat and sat down, waiting quietly.
He looked up at the sign of the foot washing shop in the entertainment city on the second floor, and the neon sign of the secret room script kill on the third floor. In the distance along the Yuming River along the riverside scenery, the drone's light show had just begun.
It seems that everything has become civilized just a little bit, just a little bit.
The old street is not as dirty and messy as it used to be, and there are no scammers all over the street looking for people to exchange change for money.
But some things have not changed. The iteration of technology has made the city seem more civilized. The boy who collects parking fees no longer belongs to any gang. It is difficult for Xueming to name which young people have the same traits.
The tattoo represents which force in the city.
But these things still exist.
Just when he was relaxed and happy, admiring the customs and customs of his hometown, and sighing at Brother Ye Bei's sincere teachings, asking him to take his time, not to be so anxious, and to relax a little.
A familiar girl came to my door.
"Hey! Hey, hey, hey!" Axiang, the little girl from the Qian family, came to Xueming's side: "I see you again! Why are you here?"
Jiang Xueming didn't reply, just treating Axiang as air.
Axiang looked left and right, staring at Xueming's blue wig, but not daring to reach out and touch it.
"Um...Jiang Xueming, Jiang Xueming! Jiang Xueming, right? I remembered your name!"
Jiang Xueming: "I admitted the wrong person."
When Axiang heard such heartless words, she immediately started to speak: "How can you admit your mistake!"
She raised her hand, revealing the bracelet made of teeth.
"You gave this to me! I won't admit it! I have a good memory!"
At this time, Xue Ming knew that he could not escape. He looked at the sign of the lemon tea shop. According to the agreed time, the intelligence officer was already late, which made him very confused.
He didn't expect that Axiang would keep this bracelet, and the inexplicable mania in his heart gradually subsided.
"Um."
With just a slight reply, Axiang immediately became energetic.
Xueming looked away and looked directly at the seventeen-year-old little sister.
She wore a midriff-baring and shoulder-baring outfit, a standard Internet celebrity live broadcast business set, dyed her hair yellow, and was very dedicated. Even her makeup and eyebrows were made yellow. She kept ogling Xueming.
"Hey! Hey! Brother! Why are you here too? Are you watching my live broadcast too?"
Speaking of this, Axiang grabbed her cell phone and came to Xueming's side, with a shameless look that was a bit like Xiaoqi's.
"Oh! I know! You must be obsessed with my beauty and you came here specifically to look for me, right?"
Jiang Xueming: "No."
Axiang: "Don't deny it! Don't be so cold!~ I know you are embarrassed to speak, hehehe..."
"Axiang, do you know?" Xueming lowered his head to place an order on his mobile phone, prepared drinks for the intelligence agent, and said to Axiang: "The most prosperous place in Hengyin is only a long street of about 600 meters. You met here
It’s nothing unusual about me.”
A Xiang: "I like people who are tough-tongued."
Xueming continued: "The smaller the place, the more it is based on human relationships, and the more it is based on human relationships, the less legal system - in this city, you only need to know fifty people, and then these fifty people will refer you to 300 people."
, you can basically pat your chest and say, you can use money to make money here."
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! The more Asxiang listened, the more uncomfortable she became, and in the end she did not dare to speak.
"So your meeting with me was not a deliberate design of mine." After Jiang Xueming placed the order, he scanned the surroundings and concentrated on the task, trying to find the location described in the spiritual disaster file. He said to Axiang: "It's just because of this place.
The temple is very windy and the pool is shallow. More than 4,000 people will come here after five o'clock in the evening. The passenger flow in one night is close to 20,000. Young people from every household in the entire urban area will come here.
Guangyuan Middle Road, that’s all.”
"Jiang Xueming..." Axiang finally woke up and talked to Xueming about the last incident: "Thank you."
Jiang Xueming: "You're welcome."
"You helped me teach that bastard a lesson..." Axiang said submissively: "You didn't get a lawsuit, did you?"
This girl knows very well that she has never been a fuel-efficient lamp.
Because of Xueming's beauty, she fell in love with her and became very popular. Just a moment of falling in love almost made her and her sister the victims of a criminal case.
Xueming: "No."
"That's good, that's good. Do you have the payment code?" Axiang wanted to give Xueming some money.
Xueming: "No."
"Damn it..." Axiang also wanted to take the opportunity to add a WeChat message, but she didn't accept this idea at all.
After looking at it for a long time, Xue Ming couldn't find the specific location in the spiritual disaster file. It seemed like what Brother Chen said, this kind of underworld thing would not show up until midnight.
Next to Longquan Mall and Entertainment City are side streets and alleys. The routes inside are complicated. There are a large number of residential-to-commercial stores and residential buildings. Layers of construction areas are crowded into this commercial area that has been prosperous for more than 20 years.
In the street, if an outsider who is not familiar with the road comes, it will be difficult to find the way out once entering, let alone find the specific address based on the house number.
Right now, right now.
A strange young woman came to the lemon tea shop and took away the drink Xueming ordered.
"Hello! Horror artist?"
That person was the intelligence agent assigned to Xueming by Tianshu. She was a woman and she looked to be in her early twenties, very young.
Wearing a black and red theme sailor suit, small leather shoes and stockings, her hair is very long, with side bangs and crotch hair, which makes her face appear smaller.
Jiang Xueming: "Yes, haven't you asked for advice?"
The woman glanced at the oil bottle beside Xueming.
"Bringing your girlfriend to work? Isn't it appropriate?"
Jiang Xueming picked up the file and handed it to the woman: "I'm not familiar with her, I've only met her once."
The woman handed the second bottle of lemon tea presented at the counter to Axiang, without leaving it for Xueming, and finally gave her name.