Chapter 188: The Ruthless Man of the Equipment Department
Ender took Caesar into the elevator and continued down the stairs, arriving at Svartalfheim deep inside the academy, the dwarf country in Norse mythology, where the academy's equipment department is located.
"This is my first time here. I heard that the equipment department is a bunch of weirdos?" Caesar asked.
"No, in fact, these guys are just suffering from severe paranoia." Ender took out a set of protective clothing: "For the sake of your equipment, you'd better put on this protective clothing first."
Caesar nodded in understanding, and put on protective clothing with Ender's help. At this moment, the elevators opened, and a Middle Eastern man stood at the door, his hair as messy as a chicken coop.
"Mr. Ander, you are here, do you want to take a look at the latest achievements of the equipment department?" Acadura waved his hand, gave Ander a hug, and then looked at Caesar, who was wearing protective clothing behind Ender.
"Oh, you must be the heir to the Gattuso family. I'm glad you didn't bring the virus from the outside." Acadura took out a bottle of disinfectant and sprayed it on Caesar.
"Actually, I prefer others to call me Caesar, rather than a member of the Gattuso family," Caesar explained.
Akadura looked Caesar up and down, then turned around and asked, "Mr. Ender, is this the idiot who dual-wields the Sand Eagle you are talking about?"
Ender nodded, and Akadura grinned: "Congratulations, this joke about dual-wielding sand eagles will probably become the funniest one in the equipment department this year. Someone actually did such a thing."
"Take him to pick out equipment. Anyway, the Gattuso family is not short of money. You can just pick it up from anywhere. I'll go see what new stuff is available." Ander nodded to Acadura and turned around to prepare.
Let's go see what good stuff these explosive guys from the equipment department have come up with.
And Caesar, who was watching Ender walk away, quietly asked Acadura next to him: "Why doesn't Mr. Ender wear protective clothing?"
"Because his smell is very pure, dual-wielding sand eagles," Akadulla said with some disgust: "Even through the protective clothing, I can smell the cologne on your body, but Mr. Ander only smells of fire.
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"Now, you fool who dual-wields the Sand Eagle, for the sake of the fact that you have provided the Equipment Department with laughter for a year, I, Akadulla, the Director of the Equipment Department, will replace you with a better weapon."
Acadura led Caesar towards the equipment department and said as they walked: "The gun Desert Eagle has strong recoil and small bullet capacity. The most important thing is that the bullets are not versatile. After shooting, you can't even find a replacement.
If you insist on holding the gun with one hand, not only will the bullet deviate from the trajectory, but your wrist will also be damaged, and you will have to come to us to change your hand."
As the minister of equipment, although Acadura's favorite thing is to install nuclear bombs on the principal's special plane, he has rich theoretical knowledge and operational skills, and he gave his own answer to Caesar's situation.
"I suggest you replace these two pistols with mini submachine guns or short-barreled automatic rifles. After modification, both of them can also shoot .50-caliber bullets. They have a large bullet capacity, and rifle bullets are easier to find. Add another gun.
Support, enhance stability.”
As the minister said, he led Caesar to a room filled with firearms. A bearded man raised his head and wiped the sweat from his forehead with his oily hands.
"Hey, Gustave, let me introduce you, this is our dual-wielding Sand Eagle Mr." Akadura introduced.
The man raised his head and showed his yellowed teeth: "I have admired you for a long time. Come on, let me get a more suitable weapon for Mr. Sha Ying."
Caesar didn't say anything. He knew that the people in the equipment department were all a bunch of freaks. Through the protective clothing, he watched Gustav reach out to him with a greasy hand. At that moment, Caesar sincerely thanked Mr. Ander for giving him
Weared protective clothing.
"Come on, first question, do you usually use hot weapons or cold weapons?" Gustav asked.
"There are more cold weapons." Caesar replied truthfully.
"Another disciple of the principal," Gustave shrugged nonchalantly: "That firearm can only be used for harassment, and the range is higher. The sand eagle's accuracy of only ten meters is completely insufficient."
"The second question is, what is the spirit of speech? If you don't want to answer, you can skip it."
"There's nothing to hide, Kamitachi, a word spirit that can control the wind." Caesar didn't care: "I can hit you even with my eyes closed."
"Then you can't use submachine guns. You don't need to shoot. If your marksmanship is good, burst shooting will be more powerful." Gustav analyzed.
"Then the answer is obvious. I'll get you a .50-caliber AR-15 short-barreled assault rifle, shoot 12.7x42mm Beowulf bullets, and have the same name as the previous president of your student union."
Gustav took out a short-barreled assault rifle from the gun cabinet behind him. The modified AR-15 magazine was half the width of a hand, but the gun body was not too long, so it did not affect his actions during the mission.
"This gun is much more powerful than the Desert Eagle. The .50-caliber Beowulf ammunition is designed as a destructive bullet, specifically used to destroy bunkers." Gustav handed Caesar a round-headed ammunition, twenty
The weight of Dok demonstrates its power: "And this gun can also shoot 5.56-caliber ordinary rifle bullets, so it is easy to replace."
"Sounds good, I can't wait to see it fall on the enemy's head." Caesar was a little excited.
Gustav licked his yellowed teeth: "Then what are you waiting for? The equipment department has a shooting range."
As he spoke, he picked up a box of ammunition on the table and took Caesar to the shooting range. There was a disinfection room at the entrance of the shooting range. Caesar took off his protective clothing after disinfection, and the AR-15 and ammunition were already waiting on the table.
Got him.
"Sand Eagle boy," Gustav's voice came from the speakers at the shooting range: "Have you seen the box of ammunition on the table? That's my latest product, the ultra-small alchemical grenade. You're here just in time. Hurry up and shoot two.
Test your power."
Caesar didn't say much. He picked up the rifle and started to test-fire. The first was an ordinary 5.56-caliber rifle bullet. The power was acceptable and the accuracy was good. It could maintain accuracy when hitting a target of 200 meters.
Then there is the .50 caliber Beowulf destructive bullet. The huge power allows the bullet to easily shatter the cement target, and the accuracy is as good as ever. Although the recoil is not small, for Caesar who can shoot the Sand Eagle with one hand
It is said that it is very easy to resist this kind of impact.
Finally, there is the alchemy grenade in Gustav's mouth, which looks similar to the destructive bomb tested before. The silver-white warhead reflects Caesar's golden hair.
Pressing the bullet into the magazine, Caesar remembered the legend about the equipment department in the academy, so he carefully applied a pious shield to himself. This magic could help him resist a certain impact.
The next second, Caesar regretted it. The bullet exploded the moment it came out of the barrel. Countless tiny shrapnel flew out from the muzzle, setting off a metal storm centered on the muzzle.
"It seems that I set the threshold too low," Gustav said to himself: "Sand Eagle boy, are you dead? I don't want to lose the school's scientific research funds."
"You've run out of funds, I'm telling you." Caesar emerged from the thick smoke, with blood all over his body. If the shield hadn't blocked some damage, and his physique was good enough, he would have turned into a man in the storm.
The meat is rotten.
"It seems that the power needs to be strengthened. How about it? Are you, a noble man who plays sand eagle, interested in my big baby?" Gustav asked with a smile.
Caesar was silent for a while, made a rude gesture to Gustav, and then said:
"Bring me a box and send the bill to Gattuso's house."