Weapons are the "life" of soldiers.
Private military contractors are also soldiers, but they are not managed by the state, but by military companies.
In this country where civil war is taking place, nothing is more important than having a gun in your hand.
Even if you take ten thousand steps away, think in the smallest direction.
This wilderness is full of wild animals. Even if the contractors coming here are veterans and special forces, they dare not be confident that they can kill tigers and lions with bare hands.
Only by having a weapon in your hand and becoming a complete soldier can you ensure your own safety.
As the boss of the Giant Gods team and the highest person in charge of this project, Long Zhan can only gain enough security and dare to stand on this land with peace of mind if he gets the weapons and ammunition needed as soon as possible.
"Sir, what you want is ready and stored in the warehouse. Come with me and I'll take you there."
The officer still had neither humble nor arrogant attitude. He didn't talk much when he heard Long Zhan's request and went straight to the only two-story house in the mine.
"Is this the warehouse?"
Long Zhan looked in the direction of the officer's walking and saw the only two-story building.
The two-story floor is so broken that the exterior wall has been peeled and mottled, many of the glass windows have been broken and broken, and the steel bars of the anti-theft windows have been rusted, and they are completely unsuitable for proper storage of weapons and equipment...
Long Zhan felt inexplicably uneasy and frowned and followed him with big striking steps.
Looking at the two-story building from the outside, it can be estimated that its area is at most more than 200 square meters, and there are only one simple two open wooden doors in and out.
The officer took out a key from his pocket and opened the padlock that was locked on the door.
When you enter the door, there is a space of fifty or sixty square meters. The right side is filled with some bare-hand construction tools, pickaxes, shovels, hoes, iron chisels, and ash buckets.
There is a walkway about one meter wide on the left, and along the walkway are three side by side doors.
The officer pointed to the three rooms from left to right and introduced: "The first one is your office, the second one is the arsenal, and the third one has food for a week. We will send a batch every other week."
"Oh, by the way."
After saying that, the officer then added: "A deep well was dug in the east of the mine, and your daily water can be taken from there.
The mine has been officially handed over to you now. You have the right to do everything here. If you feel dissatisfied with it, you can transform it yourself.
If you have other needs, there is a radio station in the office that can be contacted by General Tok, who is responsible for connecting with you.
Sir, this is probably the case. If you have no problem, I will take people away.”
Seeing the officer looking anxious to leave, Long Zhan was eager to check the weapons and food in the warehouse, and did not want to waste his saliva with him.
He waved his hand and said, "Okay, then that's it. Remember to leave me a few cars."
"Okay, sir."
The officer agreed and turned around and left.
Long Zhan has been to various arsenals, from the poorest Marines to the most extravagant DG, and is also a well-informed person.
But even when I first went to DG weapons, my mood was not as complicated and nervous as it was now.
This is inexplicable, but it is extremely real.
It was still this kind of inexplicable emotion from the sixth sense. Long Zhan walked to the door of the room in the middle, untied the wire tied to the single lock on the door, and pushed it open.
"Squeak~~~"
As I heard a ghost movie at night, the sound of the door rubbing with extremely melodious tones.
The scene in the arsenal immediately came into view.
“woc!!!”
The moment I saw the scene in the arsenal, the mantra that best represents the extreme ups and downs of people's emotions gushed out of Long Zhan's mouth.
Summary is just one sentence—
There is no worst, only more pitfalls.
There is a large iron pipe on the outside of the barrel, which can be distinguished from 800 meters. The "ultra-old antique" Maxim heavy machine gun has been in service for more than a hundred years; the Bren light machine gun, which has followed the British army's pace during World War II, has traveled across most of the world; the birth and service period has also exceeded 100 years, and the total output in the 20th century is only lower than the AK series, and the single-shot rifle ranks first in the world; the same old Springfield sniper rifle, the M16 automatic rifle that was put into service in 1965, and the grandfather said that it was young MP40 submachine gun and Somi submachine gun, etc.
All the old antiques, Long Zhan was confused!
If it were World War II seventy or eighty years ago, these weapons would be quite awesome when taken out, and they were all mainstream tough guys.
But now it is not in 1919, but in 2019.
These weapons and equipment that were so glorious back then had no glory in this era, and their best destination should be a museum.
But such a bunch of super old antiques that should be in the museum for people to visit appeared in the arsenal in front of Long Zhan.
"This is the self-defense weapon prepared for us? Is this tmd asking me to fight World War II?"
Long Zhan looked at the pile of weapons and equipment in front of him, and even the caliber of the bullets was so messy that it was unusable. He was so angry that he could not laugh and cry.
Just like the pile of broken copper and iron in front of him, he was embarrassed to send it out for his brothers to use.
Too cold!
The weapons and equipment are all old antiques from World War II. They are helmets and other equipment placed on the shelves. Long Zhan is not interested in seeing them, and he feels dirty when he touches them.
"No, you can use other things to make money. Weapons must not be so scattered in this regard. We must change them. If we don't have to, we have to use some cards."
Long Zhan gave up the idea of ​​firing a gun, turned around and left and took the door with him.
By the way, I picked up the wire I had just thrown away and walked around the door handle and the door frame several times to lock the door again.
Qiang came to the third room with dissatisfaction. Long Zhan opened the door and looked at it for only a second and closed it again.
There is no reason.
The stuff inside is so bad!
There is no packaging outside the jar and box. At first glance, it is the cheapest can and compressed biscuits, and it is a perfect three-no product.
If this kind of thing is placed in the headquarters of Giant God Company, it may not even be eaten by dogs when thrown on the ground.
"MD, this African old black mouth is indeed a fooling ghost, and it is not reliable at all. No one wants these things that are thrown on the street. Not to mention staying for three months, I'm afraid I can't handle it for three weeks."
Long Zhan is very angry now. If the Minister of Defense, who had promised to be promised at the time of signing the contract, was now standing in front of him, he would definitely give him a shot.
Let him know what tmd is called "integrity"!
When he walked outside the door, Long Zhan immediately took out his cell phone and wanted to call General Soron's phone number before, and talk about weapons and food with him.
As a result, I took out my cell phone and saw that there was no signal, which was equivalent to a brick.
"Damn it!!"
Chapter completed!