C38

When I saw Quinn spread out the map on the table and draw a circle on it with his red pen, I knew that this $1.5 million was not easy to earn. He was referring to one of the most disorderly and backward areas of the era, the Hindu Kush Mountains in Afghanistan. The terrain here was complicated, and there were many small tribes surrounding the mountains. Neither the Soviet Army nor the current US military forces dared to take action in this area, because even without anyone doing anything, the harsh natural conditions could eat up half of one's life force.

After hearing my question, Quinn smiled confidently and made a "wrap around me" gesture, giving us three days time to prepare before we left.

When we followed Quinn and snuck into Afghanistan from the Ming Tie Gai Mountain in Kashgar and saw the subordinates of Quinn who were already waiting there, I understood that he was not bragging.

The small team led by Quinn was nicknamed Snow Wolf, because they were specialized in mountain Special Force. There were twenty-two of us, and although these men were only coldly sizing up the three of us, I could tell from their cold, indifferent eyes that any one of them was a veteran who had killed more than two or three men.

It was the first time in my life that I was riding a fierce horse in battle. Looking at the excited Lao Hei beside me, the uneasy Manager Qian and those who were resting with their eyes closed, I once again had a big question in my heart about the purpose of this operation.

In a gallop and bumpy ride, we crossed the narrow north-east and arrived in Kabul, where we would stop for a while.

When we were still in China, I asked Quinn to give us a few Remington, the most ordinary kind like American gun shops. In addition, we also asked for some empty cartridges and gunpowder. Quinn was puzzled, he kept asking us if they want anything better, the money was given by their customers anyway. I said no, I thought it would be better than a machine-gun fire. We're not going to raid the enemy headquarters.

In Kabul, Lao Hei and I began to load the empty shells with gunpowder and primer, but we mixed the steel balls with cinnabar from China and carried a big bag of it over. Hundreds of rounds were loaded. In addition, the Ghost Slash also specially got a lot of gunpowder and lead bullets. I have a feeling that this time, the Ghost Slash will be of great use. Manager Qian originally helped us fill the stocks, but after that he ran to a place across from our base that sold jade crystals. He didn't know what he was doing all day.

Because of the mountainous area, Afghanistan's production of this kind of jade was especially high. Those who came to travel usually bought some to bring back as souvenirs or to give away others. After resting and reorganizing for two days, Quinn and the rest were fully equipped with equipment to enter the mountain. When all of them were about to set off, I finally saw Manager Qian's work.

He gave Lao Hei and I each a piece of artwork carved from jade. What I had was a three-dimensional drawing of a monkey carved from a white White Jade from the Kunlun Mountains, and what Lao Hei had was a black wolf head carved from black jade. Seeing the surprised look in Lao Hei and I's eyes, Manager Qian said that he rented a lathe at the place where the jade was being processed and carved it himself. We put it in his pocket very precious, and at the same time, discovered that his hand had many small wounds on it.

"What are we waiting for? "What about the car?" Manager Qian felt goosebumps from our "romantic" gazes as he looked at us. He turned around and asked one of Quinn's subordinates, the one called Huo De, to hand ammunition to us.

Holder didn't answer, but pointed to a small black dot in the distance. Only when they got closer did they see that it was a CH-47D, a Chinook medium transport helicopter.

"Damn, they even have helicopters?"

Hearing Lao Hei's words, Huo De laughed, "We have a lot of helicopters, but this helicopter is indeed not ours. It was borrowed from the American military base in Afghanistan."

"This thing can be borrowed, but can I borrow that battle-ax?" I joked.

"There's a nearby base where the person in charge was under the command of the captain that year. We can't let you borrow any battle axes, but they can be sold for around 600 thousand each. The captain can help you contact him," Huo De answered seriously.

With a sense of helplessness towards this humorless fellow, I got on the helicopter. Inside the plane, Quinn briefly mentioned his purpose for coming here. He wanted to find a member of the US aerial search team named Toby, and if he couldn't find the correct evidence, then he would need to find his dead body. In Chinese, we say, "If you are alive, you want to see people. If you are dead, you want to see corpses."

Before I could ask a few more questions, the plane began to rise, and then it started up again as it encountered the unstable air currents in the mountains. It was easy enough to see through the glass that we were hovering in a small clearing in the mountains.

Quinn looked at the GPS numbers and said, "It's here." After he finished speaking, he brought us and jumped off the helicopter.

Compared to the three of us who were a little sluggish, Quinn's group could be said to be extremely nimble. They did not need to issue any orders as they pulled open the two sharp soldier's X army formation, and after confirming their direction, they started to advance deeper into the mountain along the rugged road.

After walking a few steps, as if he had just discovered a new continent, Lao Hei pointed at a person not far away from me and said, "Monkey, quickly look, isn't that the gun that was used by Si Wa Xing Ge, the one that has extremely high firepower?"

He was talking about the six-barrel machine gun with the gun at the back of his hand, and the impressive debut in Terminator. It was usually mounted on a vehicle or a helicopter, so it was the first time someone had seen it.

"That's a Gatling machine gun, plus more than 40 kilograms of bullets. It's a hell of a lot to carry on your back, it should be an M214, but the caliber doesn't seem right," I told him in a tone of literacy.

He didn't expect this firepower user called Rocky to have good ears and hear my words. He turned his head and looked at me as if he was looking at a fool. "Have you heard of a single metal storm?"

I shook my head in bewilderment. Rocky helplessly took out something that looked like a bullet from his backpack and threw it to me.

It was a thick roll of paper, a little like the kind used at the Carrefour cash register to sort out coins. He took out his knife to peel off the outer layer of the paper. Inside were five compact steel balls, slightly smaller than a quail egg, separated by a thick layer of paper. One of the five steel balls was smeared with a mixture of phosphorus and magnesium, which was also smeared by the tracer warhead.

"For what?" I had a vague feeling that it was a kind of shell without a shell. The barrel must have been cut open at the point where the bullet entered and the ball was pressed into the barrel of the gun. But even if it was a shell without a shell, it had to have gunpowder. Otherwise, where would the kinetic energy of the bullet come from?

Rokki patiently explained to me, "This is an experimental gun from AICW that has not been formally equipped with troops. It didn't use gunpowder, it just used the electromagnetic firing principle to shoot the bullet out, you know, like your Shanghai Maglev. The firepower is three times that of the M214, and the damage range is one kilometre. "

"Impossible, it's not like you can carry a generator with you. Where did all this electricity come from?" I cried.

"It seems that you do not know the name 'Earth Warrior II', right?"

"The Second Generation has never heard of it. The First Generation has heard of it. Didn't they say that the U.S. Army didn't use it because they thought it was too expensive?"

"The Americans think it's because they have more people and hundreds of thousands of soldiers, we don't care," he said as he pulled out a large card from his pocket and waved it in front of me.

"I forgot the name of this thing. I'm a boor so I don't study bullshit polymer materials." We all call it 'nano-paper,' and our integrated combat suit, in addition to its normal three-way function, can turn light energy into electricity, and store all the energy generated by the friction of clothes as we walk on this scrap of paper. This paper is covered with nanometer holes, can store electrical charge, the power of a single sheet is equivalent to 8 knots of the No. 5 battery, can be used repeatedly. That's the kind of paper on which our machine guns work. "

With every word he said, my mouth opened wider, and by the time he finished, my mouth was an O.

"Don't listen to his nonsense. It's not that exaggerated. It had been invented by a company that studied mountaineering. It had been designed to generate electricity by converting the light and friction kinetic energy that climbers received during the day into electricity. Then we put it in a specially made sleeping bag at night and convert it into heat to prevent frostbite at night. It's just that the patent was bought by the military. " the XM109 sniper said behind me.

I was able to keep my composure, but I was shocked by the amount of high-tech equipment they had. After hearing Manager Qian's translation, Lao Hei exclaimed: "Too awesome!"

The more Lao Hei and I hear about this, the more excited we become. Manager Qian was a little depressed. In the mountains of Afghanistan this season, the solar energy is killing people. I remember one year in Shanghai when a TV host hit an egg on the sewer cover and said it would be done in a while. But I have the feeling that here, even if the whole raw egg is left on the side of the road, it won't take much longer. But seeing that Quinn and the others were already used to it, they could only grit their teeth and endure. Just as I was about to take off my clothes for the fourth time, I heard a sharp soldier on the radio say something that made me break out in a cold sweat.

"Detected Lightning Zone …"