Everything happened naturally.
Gao Yi didn't know what Sharman and Panetta said specifically, because when it came to the real core secrets, Gao Yi had the good sense to stay away.
However, the call between Sharman and Panetta was not very long. Then, Sharman called Gao Yi back first.
No specific details were revealed about what he and Panetta talked about. Sharman really has the potential to be a generational hero. He may not be there yet, but as long as he is given enough time, he will definitely become a generational dominant figure in the Middle East.
As a qualified leader, Sharman would certainly not tell Gao Yi everything, although he admired Gao Yi very much and was even somewhat grateful.
"You did a great job. I won't say thank you. I know what you need urgently now. Go to the Saudi Embassy in Baghdad. There is everything you need there. We will talk about other things after we meet."
Shaman's words were calm and indifferent, as if he was not excited now, as if he was not the one who made everything clear just now.
After ending the call, Gao Yi looked at Glass.
Originally, Glass's attitude towards Gao Yi was that of friends who could achieve mutual success, equal, close relationship, worthy of being treated sincerely, and besides interests, there was also some friendship.
After all, we are no longer teenagers. Adults only consider interests, and no one takes things like friendship and loyalty too seriously.
But things are different now. Now Glass knows who has the golden thigh.
If he really only considers interests, the most important thing for Glass to do is to recognize Gao Yi as his adoptive father.
Fortunately, we are still brothers. Although he watched Gao Yi complete the entire take-off process, Glass did not intend to appear too flattering.
As long as you know who the big brother will be in the future, you will have a map in your mind and you will be able to distinguish between the big brother and the big brother.
"Do I know too much?"
Glass didn't want to say this, but he said it out of nowhere.
In fact, Gao Yi also had some regrets. If he had known that Panetta would make this choice, he would not have let Glass know.
"You do know too much, and knowing too much is always a bit dangerous."
Gao Yi said with emotion, then he spread his hands and said: "So you'd better keep what happened today in your stomach and don't tell anyone. We are our own people now. You understand what I mean.
"
Glass's boss is not one of Glass's own. Gao Yi and Glass are a small group, a small group whose interests are tied together and even their lives are tied together.
"Understood, our little secret, whoever tells it will die."
Glass told a very serious joke in a relaxed tone.
But Gao Yi smiled empathetically and gave Glass an understanding smile.
"Since the impact of this exposure is not very great, you can continue to rest. There has been no progress on the CIA side. If there is any news, I will notify you as soon as possible."
"Okay, I'll take a rest."
Gao Yi doesn't really want to rest, and Glass doesn't really want Gao Yi to rest. It's just that Glass knows that he should be more sensible. Seeing that Gao Yi's contact level is getting higher and higher, what if another big shot comes next?
phone call, will he listen or not?
Glass is gone.
Panetta wanted to kill Foehn like crazy, but the prerequisite for taking action was whether Joelson could obtain information. Until Joelson gave him any information, Gao Yi could do nothing but wait.
Now I'm not even sure how to do it, but it's time to prepare, at least pack up the things I need to use.
Just after withdrawing from the battlefield, Gao Yi didn't even clear up his jammed gun. If there was to be another gunfight soon, he wouldn't even have a usable gun.
Although it is a safe house arranged by Glass and it is unlikely that any emergencies will occur, Gao Yi's attitude towards weapons is already obvious. He is indeed not a mercenary.
At least not a qualified mercenary.
Mercenaries treat their weapons as their lives, and at least cherish their main guns as eyes. How could someone like Gao Yi, who had slept a few hours after the battle, still let himself go out?
Ignore the malfunctioning gun.
But this has something to do with the fact that Gao Yi's most commonly used and favorite weapon is a hammer.
As for Gao Yi's most commonly used weapon, it can only be a hammer, and a weapon as simple as a hammer does not require maintenance at all. At most, it can only be cleaned.
With this thought in mind, Gao Yi simply took out all his weapons.
I took the hammer to the bathroom and gave it a good wash to remove the blood stains and other strange attachments on it. After it dried, the dirt on it that was similar but not rusty was quite difficult to clean.
Carefully washing the pumpkin hammer that Sean had made for himself, Gao Yi suddenly had a very strange feeling. This hammer, which had no life at all, seemed to be alive in his hand. Of course, it was just a feeling, or
It feels very nonsensical.
After washing the hammer, drying it carefully, and placing the hammer on the table, Gao Yi began to clean his pistol.
This pistol has a great history, and except for being unsuitable for the battlefield, it is perfect in every aspect.
Well, being stuck at a critical moment is really fatal.
Gao Yi disassembled the pistol and looked carefully. There were no obvious stains on the inside of the gun body, but there were indeed small scratches on some sliding parts. It seemed that dust had entered the gun during this battle.
Simply cleaning it with gun oil and a brush doesn't seem to work. Although gun oil can remove the gunpowder residue produced after shooting, as well as other dirt that is difficult to remove, it can't remove fine dust that is almost invisible to the naked eye.
Doesn't seem to work very well.
Moreover, Gao Yi only brought a small bottle of gun cleaning oil, so he could not give his favorite gun a deep and comprehensive cleaning.
Furthermore, Gao Yi can simply clean the gun, but he doesn't know how to maintain it in depth.
But there is a very good candidate here, Donkey.
Donkey may not be a gunsmith, but he certainly has a deep knowledge of guns, so Gao Yi doesn't intend to be polite to Donkey.
"Hey Donkey, can you come over and do me a favor?"
Gao Yi used the intercom to call the donkey, but the donkey didn't keep Gao Yi waiting. He quickly came to Gao Yi's room.
After entering Gao Yi's room, Donkey said politely: "Is there anything I need to do?"
The donkey has put on clean clothes, the blood on his face has been washed away, there is a circle of gauze wrapped around his neck, and a band-aid on his face, but it seems that there is nothing hindering his movement.
"Is your injury okay?"
"It's just some skin trauma, I don't even feel the pain."
Donkey may have thought that he needed to go on a mission, so he quickly stated that his injuries were fine. However, looking at the furnishings in Gao Yi's room, he felt that it didn't look like it.
"Okay then, help me take a look at my pistol and see what's wrong with it. If possible, can you help me clean it carefully?"
Donkey suddenly realized. He looked at the pistol parts on Gao Yi's table. After hesitating for a while, he finally couldn't help but said: "A gun is a weapon and a partner. If possible, it is best to pack it yourself. Of course, if you are not very good at it, If you are good at this, I can teach you... No, I can help you."
Donkey really couldn't bear it, so he tactfully advised Gao Yi to be better and more attentive to his gun.
Gao Yi smiled and said: "I know, but I'm not very good at this."
Gao Yi gave up his seat at the desk, and Donkey sat in front of the desk. He looked at the parts that Gao Yi had disassembled, and his first words were: "This is really a perfect work of art, extremely precise, like... F1 in a car.”
He first praised Li Jie's skills, but then the donkey changed the subject and said, "Although F1 cars are fast, they can't drive off the track. Ordinary roads can damage the chassis of an expensive car." , let alone driving to a place where there is no road at all, Hammer God, I really am not dictating your choice, it’s just... I think... your choice of gun... eh."
The way Donkey wants to say it but dares not say it is really heartbreaking. An unruly man like him should laugh and scold him as he pleases, instead of following his little wife carefully here just for money.
Gao Yi sighed: "You are right, and I know you are right, but I can't help it, because my marksmanship is based on this gun. If I change the gun, I won't be able to shoot. That’s right, do you understand?”
The donkey said in astonishment: "How is it possible? There is no such thing."
Gao Yi could only spread his hands and said: "Everyone's situation is different. Please help me clean the gun first. I will not bring it to the battlefield in the future, but if I have to use a gun to solve the problem, then I can only Use it, after all, I am actually a killer."
The donkey was speechless.
Picking up the barrel of the gun and taking a look at it, Donkey sighed: "It's really a beautiful masterpiece. It must be very expensive. If I have the chance, I will make such a gun. It's not for competition or use, but for
collect."
"This is my brother's work. Well, you know a lot about guns. I have used your guns and they are very good. So did you make your guns yourself?"
"I modified it myself."
Donkey was not in a hurry to clean it up. He was observing every part. At the same time, he said seriously: "If I am not a mercenary, then I must be a professional gunsmith now. I love guns."
Gao Yi smiled and said: "It's easy to realize your wish. If you really want to retire, I will introduce you to a job."
Looking sideways at Gao Yi, Donkey said seriously: "My ideal is to be a firearms designer, just like a design master like Kalashnikov. I hope I can design a weapon that transcends the times.
A great rifle! A rifle that can be officially installed, a rifle that can be recognized around the world like the AK47."
Gao Yi was stunned for a moment and said: "Really? Then your ideal is not small."
Donkey sighed and said: "Yes, so it is very difficult, almost impossible to achieve, because there are many kinds of guns, but the bullets will not change. The mainstream bullets now are 5.45 and 5.56 calibers, and the ammunition
After its potential has been exhausted, it is no longer possible to produce an epoch-making rifle."
Gao Yi said casually: "Then design a new bullet."
Donkey was stunned for a moment. He looked at Gao Yi and wanted to say something, but after thinking that Gao Yi was a military blind man, he decisively gave up the idea of ​​explaining.
Gao Yi didn't realize that he was being looked down upon, so he just continued: "Wouldn't it be nice to design a rifle and matching bullets that you think are more suitable for modern warfare?"
"It's not that easy..."
Donkey said with a wry smile, and then he couldn't help but said: "There are no best weapons and ammunition, there are only choices. The most important thing is that only big countries that can influence the world can decide what standards to adopt. There is no sufficient quantity basis for ammunition calibers."
And weapons, even if they are perfect, will not be used, forget it, I just said it casually."
Gao Yi asked curiously: "Have you studied firearms design?"
"No, I'm just interested. I have studied mechanics, but not firearms."
"So you learned it in the army?"
"How should I put it? I first worked at the Izhevsk Arsenal for two and a half years, but my job was not to make guns on the production line, but to maintain the gun-making production line. Then I felt that I was not suitable to be a technical worker, so
I signed up to join the army, and then I joined the 104th Airborne Regiment of the 76th Airborne Division. I served as a soldier for six years and retired with the rank of second lieutenant. When I retired, I was a platoon leader. I had never commanded a unit of more than thirty people.
, so after becoming a mercenary, my team has never exceeded thirty people."
Gao Yi asked casually, but Donkey mistook Gao Yi's chat as inquiring into details, so he took the initiative and consciously told his complete experience.
In fact, Gao Yi didn't have that many ideas.
Gao Yi's interest went astray, and he said with great interest: "Then why do you call yourself a donkey?"
"?"
Donkey glanced at Gao Yi in shock. He hesitated and said, "I don't know. Maybe it's because... my... thing is big?"
Gao Yi was stunned. He felt that what he heard and his judgment should be correct.
Donkey continued: "My comrades called me that when I was in the army. When I was a recruit, I went to the toilet with my comrades, and then they started calling me that. This nickname has been with me until now. Well, my real name is
…”
"It goes without saying."
Gao Yi raised his hand to interrupt the donkey. Since this business is not suitable for revealing real names, then don't ask about it.
Gao Yi sighed and said: "Your nickname is actually because of this. I really didn't expect, well, what I wanted to say."
The scene was a little awkward and solemn for a while.
At this moment, Gao Yi's phone rang, and the ringtone broke the awkward silence.
Donkey lowered his head and began to clean Gao Yi's gun. Gao Yi walked aside with the phone and answered the call.
The call was from Joelson. He hurriedly whispered: "There is progress. I have identified two suspicious people. They are probably the people we are looking for. I will send you the information. You can see how to act."
More appropriate."
Gao Yi whispered: "Well, send it."
Chapter completed!