543: Chapter 539: So Happy, So Delighted.
543: Chapter 539: So Happy, So Delighted.
Except for Frey and Glolov, the rest of the Satan Mercenary Corps all went to Portland.
Frey didn’t go because he was on his honeymoon.
Gao Yang couldn’t bring himself to be so cruel as to drag a man away from his bride on the second day of marriage.
Another important reason was that Frey didn’t need to switch weapons.
Frey’s main weapon was actually a rocket launcher, and grenades were also considered his main armament.
As for rifles, Frey had first trained with an M4 and had no trouble transitioning to the HK416, so there was no need for him to change his weapon.
He could still use his HK416 just fine.
For Glolov, there was no need to use a custom machine gun, and he could handle any machine gun with no problems adapting to them whatsoever.
As for Bruce, his most commonly used rifle was also the M4, which he switched to the HK416 without any adjustment issues.
He followed along mainly because his family was in Seattle, and he also wanted to accompany Lucica to choose a gun.
Going to Portland was simply a matter of convenience, and it also gave him a chance to catch up with Jack.
He had no reason not to go.
Taking a plane from the East Coast to the West Coast, the first thing Gao Yang and his group felt after landing in Portland was the biting cold wind.
Portland was still very cold in February, with the ground covered in snow.
Lucica had grown up in tropical regions and had never seen snow before.
She had thought she would see it in New York, but the snow in such a big city couldn’t last, and it was too dirty to be scenic.
Thus, getting off the plane and seeing the snow on the outskirts of Portland got Lucica excited beyond belief.
In Colombia, where they are located close to the Equator, the temperature in February would be over thirty degrees Celsius, but upon arriving in New York, the temperature had plummeted below zero.
The drastic temperature change left almost everyone with a cold, but fortunately, they came prepared.
After timely medication and rest, they managed not to affect Frey’s wedding too much.
Gao Yang and his group were fine now, but they hadn’t fully recovered yet, and Lucica, who had never experienced low temperatures, might struggle to adapt.
So Bruce wrapped her up tightly in warm clothes, leaving only her eyes visible.
Jack personally came out to the storefront to greet Gao Yang and the others.
Jack looked the same as always, just as chubby, and despite the cold weather, he was standing outside in just a T-shirt for a long time.
Compared to Lucica, it was as if he was from a different world.
Bruce and Jack were old friends.
After greeting Gao Yang, Jack immediately embraced Bruce passionately and laughed, “Buddy, long time no see!
How have you been doing?”
Bruce smiled and said, “Great, really great, better than ever.
I’m drug-free now, in outstanding financial condition, and most importantly, I have a girlfriend now.
Buddy, she’s right here.
Let me introduce you, Lucica, my girlfriend.”
Lucica pried her face from her scarf, reached out her hand to Jack, and said with a smile, “Hello, Jack.
I often hear about you from Bruce.”
After shaking hands with Lucica, Jack chuckled at Bruce, “You’ve found yourself a beauty, pal.
Congratulations!
Now, let’s go inside and not freeze out here.”
Once inside, they were still offered ice-cold beers, to which Gao Yang had grown accustomed, but drinking cold beer before warming up wasn’t pleasant for him.
After opening a bottle of beer for everyone, Jack raised his bottle and laughed, “Guys, please enjoy the beer I won from Ram, spoils of war always taste particularly delicious.
I thought it would be enough for a year, but it’s been just over half a year, and I’m almost out, so you’ve caught the last chance.”
Everyone looked at Gao Yang, then said in unison, “What happened?”
Gao Yang replied with a bitter smile, “What else could it be?
Lost a bet.
Lost a year’s worth of beer to Jack.”
Cui Bo, curious, asked, “What did you bet on and lose?”
Gao Yang shrugged helplessly and said, “What else?
Shooting.
We bet on shooting at thirteen hundred yards with wind conditions.
I lost.
But, I must stress that I was using the Blade of Satan while Jack used a Barrett M82, Rabbit, the same one you have.”
Cui Bo looked at Jack and blurted out, “F**k, you’re so shameless!”
Jack laughed and said, “There was no stipulation on which gun to use, so I won fair and square.”
After a good laugh from everyone, Jack shrugged and said, “I know what you guys are here for.
I’ve got the shooting range ready.
You can try out the guns later.
Not to brag, but I can also offer you access to the Allian Mossen Studio’s private arsenal.
Whatever guns you need, we’ll have them.”
U.S.
law prohibits private ownership of fully automatic weapons, so many military firearms are not available in most civilian gun stores.
Gao Yang couldn’t help but ask curiously, “Everything, I mean everything?”
Jack shrugged and said, “Don’t forget, Allian Mossen Studio is not just a gun store but also a company that researches light weapons, and we also take orders from the U.S.
Army.
Our armory has nearly all the light weapons in the world, including some hard-to-find experimental products.
Of course, automatic weapons can only be locked in the armory, not sold to the civilian market.”
Gao Yang laughed and said, “That’s great, the last issue I was worried about is resolved.
Although I knew it should be possible here, getting your confirmation still makes me very happy.”
Jack pressed his hands downward and said, “Wait a minute, don’t be too happy yet, I have a condition for opening up the armory to you.”
“Speak, what’s the condition.”
Jack’s face became serious as he said, “You have to participate in a competition for me, a shooting competition.
I want you to teach some damn folks a lesson for me.”
Gao Yang was puzzled, but before he could speak, Bruce said, “Jack, I know about your gunmanship.
I can’t imagine that you need someone else to take your place in a shooting competition.”
Jack looked at Bruce helplessly, then gestured up and down his body and said with a mournful face, “Buddy, look at my size.
Do you think I’m suited for a three-gun competition?”
“Oh…”
Everyone exclaimed in unison, indeed, Jack had good shooting skills, but participating in a three-gun competition was too tough for him.
The so-called three-gun competition involves using a pistol, shotgun, and rifle to shoot a set of targets each.
Misses are allowed to be shot again, with the one finishing in the shortest time being the winner.
This competition not only tests marksmanship but also the shooter’s speed, both in terms of shooting and moving.
Jack’s gunmanship was not an issue, but after shooting the targets with one type of gun, he had to run and switch to another gun for the next round of shooting.
This was quite difficult for him in a timed competition, as it posed nearly insurmountable challenges for a big guy like him.
Jack said in distress, “Last month, I participated in an event, the West Coast custom gun competition.
It was a clash between studios.
My gun won, but that bastard from the Seattle Gunfire Studio, those damn lowlife incompetents, didn’t concede.
They wanted a rematch, but that bastard picked a three-gun competition.
Frankly, I was trounced, very badly trounced.
I took twenty-three seconds longer than my opponent, even though I had better shooting skills and a better gun!”
Looking at Jack’s distressed face, everyone turned their gaze toward Gao Yang.
Without saying, a competition involving rifles, shotguns, and pistols was something Gao Yang could proudly claim was right up his alley.
Gao Yang smiled easily and said, “I don’t know what kind of competition it is, but if you want me to fight for you, no problem, no problem at all.
Is there anything special about your competition?”
Jack sighed and shrugged, “Of course, I’m looking for you precisely because of that.
The competition is indeed special.
First, the guns must be custom-made by our studio, which is not a problem.
Second, the rifles used are not assault rifles but sniper rifles.
The targets for shooting are six hundred meters away.
Shotgun shooting targets are at eighty meters, and the pistol targets are more difficult too, not at five or ten meters, but at fifty meters.”
The competition Jack mentioned did sound quite challenging, especially the pistol shooting.
In a regular three-gun competition, pistol targets are usually at five and ten meters, which is pretty close, but shooting with a pistol at forty meters is already quite distant.
The difference in difficulty between hitting a target at ten meters and one at fifty meters with a pistol is substantial.
It was indeed a competition between top studios, not only testing the shooter’s skill but also the quality of the gun.
Speaking of pistols, although they are said to have an effective range of fifty meters, that refers to power, not accuracy.
Shooting a fifty-meter target with a pistol was something Gao Yang had never even considered; at that distance, he would definitely use a rifle.
Using a pistol would be a matter of luck, as this was not only about shooting skills but also about the precision of the pistol.
Gao Yang frowned and said, “This, I think, shouldn’t be a big issue, but with the pistol, shooting at fifty meters, could you tell me what the target is?
I’ve never used a pistol to shoot rapidly at small targets fifty meters away, never even tried.
Also, you know your guns best.
Do you think there’s a problem with the precision of my pistol?”
Jack nodded and said, “Honestly, there is a problem.
The pistol is a close-range self-defense weapon, so when making your pistol, I didn’t really consider how to improve precision.
Shooting at a long distance with a pistol would indeed be problematic.
But it’s okay, I have time to improve the precision of your pistol, raise it to competition level precision, or alternatively, I could make you a completely precision-focused custom competition gun.”
Gao Yang’s spirit lifted as he said, “No, don’t give me a new gun.
I’ll just use mine, just enhance the precision to the necessary level without losing reliability.
No other issues then.
I can participate for you.
Also, are there any requirements for the shotgun?”
Jack said, “Since it’s a studio competition, certainly only studio-modified guns are allowed.
Eighty meters is also a long distance for a shotgun, so I’ll have to prepare a competition-level shotgun for you.”
Upon hearing this, Gao Yang was extremely happy, very, very happy indeed.
The reason was unsaid.
(To be continued.
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