In Uganda, or any country in Africa, weapons are the most common commodity, and their status is not even as good as food and vegetables.
The market in front of Owen was the same as what he saw in Liabi. The large and small stalls were filled with various weapons. Pistols, rifles, submachine guns, grenades, RPGs, body armor...
Owen paid and got out of the car. The driver behind him happily took the money and said, "Sir, do you need a guide or translator? I can help. These guys are very dark. When they see that you are a foreigner, they might try to force you to do something."
Sell……"
Owen knew that this guy was being alarmist. In a place like this, foreigners like Owen were definitely fat sheep. Those guys might offer high prices, but they would never buy or sell by force.
However, Owen still agreed to his request to be a guide. It would be much more convenient to have a local.
Owen walked around the market casually, and the local driver followed behind him obediently. Only when Owen showed his intention would he come to help.
Owen looked around and saw that the products displayed at each stall were basically the same. Most of them were AKs, but there were also some other weapons.
Owen looked around at several stalls and shook his head secretly.
The quality of the weapons here is very poor. They are all second-hand goods, probably peeled off the bodies of dead people. Irving does not expect to buy factory-new ones here, but many weapons obviously lack maintenance and may even be missing from the factory.
It has been maintained, and I don’t know which arsenal in the corner produced it. Some of the riflings have been polished and are still being sold. I don’t know which hand it is.
This place is just like Libya where he once stayed. Almost all of them are Russian weapons. American weapons are not popular here because they are expensive, require maintenance, and the types of ammunition are not universal. And many Africans, even
Even soldiers who have experienced war have no habit of maintaining their weapons.
AKs are everywhere here. This kind of weapon has reliable performance and low cost. Many countries have stocks and dump them in large quantities. The price is so cheap that you can’t even lose your pants to American weapons. In addition, many small countries can imitate them, so the price is even higher.
Cheaper.
Moreover, ak is famous for its durability. Whether in high and low temperatures, rivers, deserts, ice and snow, or tropical jungles, the reliability of the ak series has reached a level that is beyond the reach of other automatic weapons in the West. Even in continuous
When shooting causes the metal to heat and expand or foreign matter, especially dust, enters the gun, the mechanical structure of the ak series can still continue to work.
Irving took his driver guide and looked casually in the market. He no longer expected to get American weapons, as long as he could get a Russian AK. He was really worried about imitations from other countries.
He didn't want to be killed by an exploding gun during a fight.
"Sir, come and take a look at my goods. They are all good things..."
A vendor on the roadside was shouting vigorously, and while he was talking, he fired his gun into the sky, hoping to prove that his gun had excellent performance.
Such gunshots are heard one after another in the weapons market. Buyers who want to test guns do not need a shooting range, they can just shoot into the air.
Owen pushed away a guy who was trying to sell him an RPG. The guy chased him for more than ten meters with two RPG warheads. At this time, the guide finally came in handy to avoid the other party from being entangled.
These guys, seeing foreigners are like seeing fat sheep, they all want to cut a piece of meat from Owen.
After walking around, Irving finally found an original Russian-made ak in a store. Although it was still a second-hand product, Irving was satisfied with it.
I bought an AK, four magazines, a TT-33 Tokarev pistol and body armor. This gun is just like the AK. It has reliable performance and is easy to operate. Although it has been discontinued in Russia, there are still a lot of them. in the African market.
Then Irving picked up another dagger in front of a stall, an M9 saber. It was definitely authentic. Irving probably belonged to a dead American soldier. Strictly speaking, it was a bayonet, but Irving only used it as a fighting dagger.
The saber was obviously second-hand or even second-hand. It was probably plundered from the body of some unlucky man who died. There was even residual blood stains on the handle, but Owen didn't care about this.
This kind of knife is a U.S. Army saber. The blade is made of stainless steel and is forged and processed. It is thick and solid. The surface is dark gray. The edge of the knife has been locally heat treated and has a sharp edge. It can cut branches, sticks, and ropes. The back of the knife has a longer section. The saw teeth are sharp and at the right angle, and can cut through aircraft shells and 50.8mm thick pine boards.
There are not many situations where sabers can be used in today's battles. In many cases, sabers have become utility knives. However, in field operations, the role of sabers can be reflected, so Owen specially selected this model.
After making a few gestures with the saber, Irving felt that he was very good at it. Irving paid and was about to leave. He basically had all the things he needed to buy, and he didn't need any other weapons for the time being.
The price of the saber was high, even better than that of AK. Irving asked the other party to build another map.
Naturally, the guides were holding the equipment. Owen was about to leave when he suddenly felt someone touching him.
The next second, the M9 that had just been put back into the scabbard on his waist was unsheathed again. Owen turned around sharply, and the blade of the saber was placed on the neck of the guy behind him.
Behind him was a young man, who looked like he was in his early twenties. He was so frightened that he rolled his eyes when the M9 was held around his neck. At this time, his two fingers were still clamped on Owen's wallet.
Thief!
Owen hates thieves. If this wasn't Uganda, Owen might just cut off two of his fingers.
A few young men nearby came up with ill intentions and saw that they were this guy's accomplices. Irving used strong force on his hands and used joint skills to trample his guys under his feet. At the same time, he pointed a knife and a pistol at the people on the opposite side.
"calm down……"
At this time, the guide who was traveling with him suddenly shouted and rushed between the two groups of people, shouting loudly in English to signal to both groups of people not to take action.
Seeing that the situation did not deteriorate further, the guide leaned into Owen's ear: "It's best not to provoke the locals here, even if you are reasonable..."
After seeing Owen nod, the guide turned around and said something in Swahili to the people over there, and then slowly backed away with Owen.
The people on the opposite side didn't press further, and Owen didn't want to cause trouble. He was alone abroad, in a war-torn place like Africa, so he could save himself one thing.
"Damn thief, I hate thieves the most..."
The driver drove Owen back to Kapala in a tricycle. Owen kept cursing, and the surrounding scenery changed again, as if they were back in that rich Uganda.
"Okay, I'll get off here..."
Owen asked the driver to stop, gave him a few dollars as payment, and then walked towards a Wrangler on the side of the road.
He was going to Rwanda next and had no means of transportation, so an off-road vehicle was undoubtedly the best choice. There happened to be a Wrangler on the roadside, and Owen was ready to accept it.
Next, the tricycle driver watched in stunned silence as Irving smashed the window of the off-road vehicle with the butt of his gun, and then fiddled with it under the driver's seat until the off-road vehicle's engine started to sound.
If he remembered correctly, a few minutes ago this man was emphasizing that what he hated most was thieves, but now he...