995: Chapter 980: Have You Submitted Yet?
995: Chapter 980: Have You Submitted Yet?
The mechanic was found; the key equipment for night combat was secured, and the biggest problem was smoothly resolved.
Gao Yang couldn’t help but clench his fist and swing it after he said to Polovich, “Very good, how did you solve it?”
“The Mi-17 mechanic is a former subordinate of mine; he’s in Syria and can get here soon.
The Mi-24 mechanic is a friend of mine, you’ll have to pay their salaries, one thousand dollars a day.
As for the equipment, I found a Czech upgrade for their Mi-35 night vision kits, one set for one point one million US dollars.
I ordered three sets for you, but I can only handle the ordering, not the receiving.”
Polovich couldn’t deal in arms outside the Baghdad Green Zone anymore, so while Polovich had connections and could find the upgrade kits, the people who could handle the shipping and receiving were now all under Uriyangko.
After discussing the details of how to receive the shipment, Gao Yang hung up the phone, feeling very good.
He walked up to Dani and smiled, “Problem solved.”
Dani did not respond, just looked at Gao Yang with a new perspective, sizing him up.
Gao Yang noticed that several people who planned to challenge him in gunmanship were standing still, giving him complex looks.
Gao Yang waved his hand and asked, “Are we done?”
Aimer nodded, but the others shook their heads; Alcohol laughed and said, “No need to continue, I admit defeat…
I admit defeat…”
Aimer waved his hand and said, “I had my turn, but there’s no need to continue.
Now I understand why you’re the top marksman.
I get it.”
Gao Yang whistled softly, smiling lightly, “Good, it looks like I won, so we can move onto the next event.”
Shotgun stepped forward, “The shotgun I want to challenge you with, I’ve seen your pistol just now and your long-range precision.
I admit I’m far behind in those aspects, but I don’t believe you can handle a shotgun as well.
Of course, I want to compete with a shotgun, and if that’s your weak point, you can let someone else compete against me.”
The whole group of Satan smiled at Shotgun’s words.
What is Gao Yang best with?
Actually, it’s shotguns…
Shotguns are the weapon Gao Yang has practiced with the longest.
It’s just in combat; there’s less opportunity to use a shotgun.
If using sniper rifles and pistols for Gao Yang is as simple as eating and drinking, then shooting close-range targets with a shotgun is as natural as breathing for him, not a skill, but an instinct…
Gao Yang wasn’t carrying his shotgun.
He waved and said to Shotgun with a smile, “No worries, I’ll do it.
Which guns do you have?
If you have a spare, lend me one.”
Shotgun frowned, “I have an AA12, and I brought an M870 as a backup.
One is fully automatic, and the other is pump-action, not comparable, right?”
Gao Yang smiled confidently, “No worries, pick the one you use, give me the other one, and let’s start.”
Shotgun picked up an AA12, and Gao Yang took a Remington M870.
After looking around the environment, Shotgun called out, “What are we shooting at?”
Gao Yang said to Gilanor, “Have your guys throw canisters into the air, five in a round, throw them quickly, keep going until they’re done.”
After that, Gao Yang turned to Shotgun, “Shooting canisters, simple, right?”
Shotgun smiled, “Indeed very simple, you can go first.”
Gao Yang nodded, thanked Shotgun for letting him go first, and shouted loudly, “Throw!”
Both started throwing canisters into the air, and from a distance of over twenty meters, as soon as a canister flew up, Gao Yang fired.
The pump-action shotgun required him to load after each shot, slowing down his shooting speed.
However, Gao Yang quickly fired, sending all five canisters flying away.
It was Shotgun’s turn; holding the bulky and heavy AA12, he crisply shot down all five canisters.
After finishing, Shotgun spoke with ease, “This is too simple.
At this rate, we’ll run out of bullets without determining a winner.”
Gao Yang nodded and shrugged, “Not bad, so how about this?”
After saying that, Gao Yang nodded to Frey.
Frey, after scanning around lowly, walked to the edge of the lawn, picked up two paving pebbles, then stood next to Gao Yang and nodded before flinging the stones out forcefully.
The small, heavy stones flew much faster than the empty canisters, and unlike the upward toss of the canisters, Frey threw the stones forward forcefully.
Gao Yang quickly raised his gun, and before the stones hit the ground, he fired two shots and sent them flying.
After that, Gao Yang turned to look at Shotgun and asked, “What do you think of this?”
The small, fast stones compared to the large, slow canisters was a huge gap.
Shotgun’s mouth fell open, his eyes spun around several times, but he said nothing.
Admitting inferiority to others was too cruel for a proud mercenary.
Finally, Shotgun lowered his head, said solemnly, “Alright, I can’t do that, you win.”
After that, Shotgun let out a breath and then suddenly looked up, asking Gao Yang, “How did you do it?”
Gao Yang tossed his shotgun into the air, caught it, and with a shrug, he said, “I don’t know, it just happened naturally.”
Just then, Ludwig, who had been watching the whole time, couldn’t hold back any longer.
With a shake of his shoulders, he laughed and said, “Guys, feeling shocked, huh?
Haha, some people are human too, but you can’t think you are the same as him.
There are many shooters in this world, but Gun Gods are few.
Competing in gunmanship with a Gun God, you need a big heart to withstand the shock when your familiar systems collapse.”
Shotgun took it relatively well; he shrugged and replied, “I just didn’t expect the number one marksman’s shotgun skills to be this good.
I think Ram shouldn’t be called the first precision shooter, just remove ‘precision’ and call him the first shooter.”
Wild Man suddenly said, “I acknowledge everything else, but Ram as the first shooter?
I don’t accept that, guys.
Machine guns are also guns, and machine gunners are also shooters.
With Big Dog around, I just don’t believe there’s anyone in the world who can master every gun the best.”
Gao Yang really agreed with Wild Man’s words; he too could use machine guns, but competing with Glolov on machine guns, forget it, human effort has its limits.
Glolov smiled and said to Wild Man, “Thanks for the compliment.”
At this point, Rubik’s Cube couldn’t resist and coldly laughed at Wild Man, “Who is Big Dog, your daddy?
Are you so proud of him?
If you are a machine gunner, step up and compete with me; if not, shut up!”
Wild Man wasn’t angered; he laughed heartily and then said to Glolov, “Buddy, show him what we got.”
It was clear that Wild Man was Glolov’s die-hard fan; he had more confidence in Glolov than Glolov himself.
Good friends give face, of course, he couldn’t let his old friend lose face.
Glolov gave Wild Man a thumbs up, then placed his machine gun on his shoulder, smilingly he said, “Come on, it’s our turn.”
Machine gunners are not like snipers or precision shooters; it’s not easy to distinguish good from bad, especially when there are no enemies and they are just shooting at targets or empty ground.
However, as machine gunners, others might find it hard to differentiate their skill levels, but machine gunners themselves could.
Rubik’s Cube and Glolov both lay down and fired a round, then after getting up, Rubik’s Cube walked up to Glolov, shook his hand, glanced at Wild Man, shook his head, and walked over to Wild Man.
Wild Man grinned and asked, “Convinced now?”
Rubik’s Cube was silent for a moment, then burst out, “Your mouth stinks as if you’ve eaten shit, but you’re right.
Alright, I admit it, I’m convinced, but I wasn’t defeated by you, so what right do you have to gloat?”
Wild Man looked smug and said, “The one who defeated you is my old friend, and your defeat proves my point.”
Rubik’s Cube sighed, nodded resignedly, and walked back to his comrades, carrying his machine gun, lost in thought.
Dani, who had watched till the end, let out a breath, then suddenly started clapping loudly, “Brilliant, absolutely brilliant!”
Farouk looked as if it were only natural, as if Dani’s praise was meant for him, and spoke proudly, “Of course, they’ve always been the best.”
Just then, Gao Yang saw Number Thirteen and Clown coming over.
Gao Yang waved his hand and loudly asked, “Is it over?”
Number Thirteen shook his head, but Clown spoke out loudly, “No!
I lost in climbing, fair and square; I was completely convinced, but we haven’t competed with throwing knives yet!
Why did you all leave?”
Gao Yang shrugged and said, “I thought you would settle it privately, but okay, since you insist on competing in front of us, I’m willing to indulge you.”
After looking at the nearby terrain, Gao Yang smirked and said, “I don’t know how to compare throwing knives, but shooting stationary targets is just too boring.
Here, canned boxes, moving targets when thrown; you two can use these as targets.”
Clown tightly pressed his lips together, pulled his zipper, took off his coat, and threw it to the ground, revealing a row of throwing knives around his waist like a belt.
Clown’s knives were about twenty-five centimeters long and looked heavy because light knives wouldn’t be lethal; to be effective in actual combat, they needed to be heavier.
Meanwhile, Number Thirteen was still in his suit, standing still and said, “Let’s start.”
Clown pulled out two knives.
Number Thirteen was still empty-handed.
Gao Yang personally threw a canned box into the air, and after hearing two clinking sounds, both knives had hit the can.
But the problem was, everyone saw how Clown threw his knives, but no one knew where Number Thirteen’s throwing knives came from when he simply waved his hand.
Number Thirteen’s knives were much shorter, about ten centimeters.
Clown let out a breath and loudly said, “Again!
Two at the same time!”
Number Thirteen glanced at Clown, still motionless and silent; Gao Yang then threw two boxes into the air, followed by a few more tingling sounds.
Clown’s eyes went wide; one can had two knives stuck in it, but the other only had Number Thirteen’s knives.
After looking for a moment, Clown suddenly exclaimed excitedly, “This is impossible!
This can’t be possible!
I couldn’t have thrown it off!”
Number Thirteen said nothing, walked forward, picked up his knives, and then Clown suddenly said, “There were only three targets, but why do you have four knives?
F**k!
I get it, you used your knives to deflect mine…”
Number Thirteen remained silent, collected his knives, nodded at Gao Yang, and without anyone bothering him, slowly walked toward his room.
Watching Number Thirteen’s retreating back, Clown stood speechless.
Then Ludwig burst out laughing, “Hey, kid, are you convinced now?”
Clown looked a bit upset, walked forward, picked up his thrown knives, and silently put them back at his waist, then walked back to where he had thrown his coat and put it on.
After all, he was too young to lose face completely, but eventually, Clown said in a barely audible voice, “I’m convinced.”
Gao Yang still thought throwing knives weren’t of much use because they basically couldn’t instantly immobilize someone.
On the battlefield, they had no place, maybe in some special circumstances they could be of some use, but regardless, Number Thirteen indisputably convinced Clown, and he was quite pleased.
(To be continued.
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