189: Chapter 187: Arilan?
Mosen Studio 189: Chapter 187: Arilan?
Mosen Studio Gao Yang and his companions left Los Angeles and were on their way to Portland.
They were going to Morgan’s home.
Although Morgan had residences in many places, including Los Angeles, his real home was in Portland.
So when Morgan planned to invite Gao Yang and company to his home, the only option was Portland.
The distance from Los Angeles to Portland is over fifteen hundred kilometers, which is quite far.
However, Morgan had already flown somewhere with his private aircraft.
He was very busy and couldn’t possibly stay in Los Angeles.
Moreover, he did not have time to send his private plane to pick up Gao Yang and company for Portland.
And taking a commercial flight presented problems, firstly with Gao Yang’s group’s passports, and furthermore, they had all their gear from rescuing Bob with them, which included a heap of firearms and ammunition, naturally impossible to take on a plane.
Although firearms can be checked in the United States, it requires a strict examination, at least to ensure that the firearms are legal.
It would be too much trouble, so Gao Yang and his friends simply decided to drive to Portland.
Although the drive would take a long time, they could still enjoy the scenery along the way, which was a nice pastime.
The reason they would rather bear the inconvenience of bringing the equipment used in rescuing Bob was that Gao Yang and his companions unapologetically claimed the gear Simon provided for their own.
It wasn’t that Gao Yang and his friends were taking advantage of the situation, but rather all the equipment Simon procured was top-notch stuff not available on the market.
At first, Gao Yang and his friends did not realize how rare the equipment they were using was, but after they became aware, they certainly weren’t going to return it.
Not to mention each of the GPNVG18 night vision goggles that each person in Gao Yang’s group had, which did not look particularly outstanding but actually cost forty thousand US Dollars each.
And don’t even complain about the price; this gear had just begun to be issued to the US military’s special forces, the forty thousand US Dollars each was the procurement price for the military, and one couldn’t simply buy it just by having money.
Gao Yang and the others had used night vision goggles before, but they had never used any that cost forty thousand US Dollars each.
Plus, even though the IR lamps that cost a hundred US Dollars each weren’t expensive, when used in combination, they were exceptionally effective for friend-or-foe identification.
With such good equipment, how could they return it to Morgan or Simon?
There was also the radio and silynx C4-OPS headset system that Gao Yang and his companions used, which were exclusive to the US military, and not just any unit but special forces.
The headset system aside, a single radio was incomparable to the generic ones they used before.
It was also a model just starting to be adopted by a few special forces, with high power, long communication range, extremely clear conversations, automatic encryption features, strong anti-interference capability.
Even if a radio terminal on a certain frequency was jammed or the radio detected other listening terminals on that frequency, all connected radios would automatically switch frequencies within a tenth of a second to avoid interference or eavesdropping, even in the middle of a conversation.
Such radios were not available on the civilian market.
Only a very small number of second-hand devices might illegally spill out.
But without equipping them across the board, they were meaningless, so how could such great stuff be returned?
They had to keep it.
As for the guns, they were the least technologically advanced items, but the military HK416C rifles used by Gao Yang and his friends definitely couldn’t be found on the civilian market where only semi-automatic civilian versions were available.
In places like Africa or other poor regions, such expensive guns had no market, and arms dealers didn’t sell them.
So once they acquired them, they would naturally want to bring them back by all means.
As for Cui Bo’s M82A1M, it’s not even worth mentioning, as the base rifle cost several tens of thousands of US Dollars, and with additional accessories like scopes, considering Cui Bo’s character, it would be strange if he was willing to return it.
Gao Yang and his friends had a motto: money can be asked for, but equipment cannot be returned.
If it were strictly business, they could compensate Morgan with money, but returning the equipment was impossible.
Of course, Morgan wouldn’t miss the money for a few pieces of equipment, so he readily agreed to give all the gear for free.
Therefore, when Gao Yang and his companions were about to head for Morgan’s home, leaving behind their equipment was out of the question.
It was best to have it with them.
Bob somehow managed to find a Cadillac Escalade, a large seven-seater luxury SUV, which did not feel cramped even with five people including Gao Yang loaded inside.
As for Simon, since the wound on his face had not yet healed, he needed to stay in Los Angeles to visit the plastic surgery clinic for observation and dressing changes and couldn’t accompany Gao Yang and the others.
Glolov, on the other hand, could leave with Gao Yang as the surgery he had was much simpler than Simon’s, and there was no need to stay in Los Angeles.
After lunch, Gao Yang and company set off, not stopping along the way, and they continued driving until late at night when they finally arrived at Bob’s home in Portland.
But Morgan was not there waiting for them.
After spending a night at Morgan’s large suburban house in Portland, Bob came knocking on Gao Yang’s door early the next morning.
Waiting for Gao Yang to open the door, Bob immediately spoke in an urgent tone, “Hurry up and wash up and eat, then we must set off.”
Gao Yang looked at the clock, realizing it was only eight in the morning, and he had only gone to sleep after four.
Getting up this early was inevitably a bit tough, so he shrugged and said, “Isn’t it still too early?
And I remember someone saying that once I arrived at his house, I could pick anything from his collection, so I think it wouldn’t be too late to head out after I’ve had a look at your collection.”
Bob hastily said, “Come on, today we’re going to Arilan Morse’s gun studio, and I guarantee once you get there, you won’t want to leave.
But we only have one day, so we need to make a move.
Remember to bring your rifle; after using it for so long, it really needs a good cleaning and adjustment.”
Hearing Bob’s words, Gao Yang’s eyes almost popped out as he exclaimed urgently, “Are you talking about the Arilan Morson Studio that made that superior M1A rifle for you?”
Bob said urgently, “No kidding, who else could it be?
Do you think I’d consider just any gunsmith worthy of attention?
The gunsmith I’m taking you to see is, of course, the very best.
Hurry up, his time is extremely precious.
You should know he’s very famous; people have to wait in line for several years just for the chance to have him make a gun.
If he wasn’t a close buddy of mine, you’d have a hard time even getting a meeting with him, let alone having him set aside an entire day.
He’s a gunsmith, he doesn’t handle the business side of things.”
Without hesitation, Gao Yang bellowed, “Everyone get up and ready within two minutes, we have an emergency action, emergency action!”
After shouting, Gao Yang completed the process of getting dressed and washing up with the fastest speed in his life.
By the time he had his clothes on, Cui Bo and the others had also arrived at his bedroom door, their eyes bleary with sleep, and they asked anxiously, “What’s happened?
What’s the trouble?”
Gao Yang waved his hand grandly, “We’ll talk while we move, Bob is taking us to see a gunsmith, we need to hurry.”
Cui Bo said with a helpless look, “I thought it was something serious.
It’s just meeting a gunsmith.
In Los Angeles, I’ve already met no fewer than ten gunsmiths.
What’s so special about a gunsmith in America that it gets you this worked up?”
“Take it or leave it, you can stay behind.
But I’ll tell you, we’re going to the Arilan Morson Studio.
Oh, and my sniper rifle was made there.”
No matter how prestigious the name, without proof, it’s all empty words.
But they had all seen Gao Yang’s superior M1A, and anyone with a little knowledge of guns would know how rare that rifle was, let alone a group of seasoned weapon users who understood just how formidable Gao Yang’s M1A was.
Among all of them, they had yet to see a better gun than that M1A, or even heard of one.
In the era where full and semi-automatic have become mainstream, bolt-action rifles still hold their place in military armament due to the accuracy that semi or full-automatic fire can’t match.
However, not only does Gao Yang’s M1A surpass semi-automatic sniper rifles in precision, but even bolt-action sniper rifles haven’t been seen to exceed the accuracy of Gao Yang’s M1A.
Whoever could create such a weapon was undoubtedly a master gunsmith.
Therefore, even for those like Li Jinfang who did not use sniper rifles, there was great interest in seeing what was available.
The guns were still in the car they came in, so they just pulled up and excitedly arrived at the Arilan Morson Studio Bob had mentioned.
The Arilan Morson Studio was located on the outskirts of Portland as well, however, Morgan’s house was in the south of the city while Arilan Morson Studio was to the west.
The distance wasn’t far, and after roughly half an hour’s drive, Bob parked the car in front of a large white building.
Although the name of Arilan Morson Studio implied a workshop, it was actually a small-scale factory.
The white building had a large footprint with a small store in front, and the manufacturing area for gun making was behind the store.
Bob picked up the case holding the M1A, walked to the shop door made of bullet-proof glass, and pressed the call button.
Gao Yang followed behind Bob without anything in his hands, while Cui Bo carried his case that contained the M82A1M.
His TAC50, which had been left in Israel, had been sent to America and was now inside the case, with Li Jinfang helping to carry it.
Cui Bo planned to upgrade both of his heavy sniper rifles.
After pressing the call button on the door, a soft female voice came from the intercom, “Hello, are you a member or do you have an appointment?”
Bob said loudly, “This is Bob.
I’m here to see Jack; we had an appointment.”
Having said that, the shop door was quickly opened, and a towering figure walked out.
On seeing Bob, the figure extended a fist, bumping it against Bob’s, then hugging Bob tightly with some effort before exclaiming loudly, “Wow, let’s see the Bob who’s fallen for the beauty trap.
How is it, how’s being kidnapped?
Are you having a blast these past few days?” (To be continued.
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