86_86324 I took the gun handed by Uncle Wang and looked at it excitedly in my hand. The gun was not too heavy, only four or five pounds, and it shone with a metallic luster. Uncle Wang touched several corpses again and found a few lumps.

When we stepped out of the carriage, he spread out his contents to show me, and it turned out to be three magazines. The magazines were filled with bullets, and the copper-colored bullets were neatly squeezed into the magazine, revealing the rounded warheads.

"There should still be one in the car." Uncle Wang said, and got into another car as he spoke.

I didn't want to go in and torture my nose again, so I decided to wait for him outside.

I raised my gun and took a closer look. Regarding firearms, I have learned a little about them before, and the gun in my hand should be a domestic Type 79 submachine gun. This kind of submachine gun can often be seen in the hands of the armed police, although in recent years, the 95-type rifle, which has been highly exposed, is much better than the 79 Chong in all aspects, but to deal with the general situation in the country, it is completely enough for the police to use it.

The seven-nine rush that I held in my hand should have been some years. There are many places on the black gun body that have worn out the metal background, as if it was made of pieces of broken iron sheets. In the general environment of relatively good domestic security conditions, if these firearms appear in life, they usually only play a deterrent role and rarely shoot. These special police officers who came to the toll booth to set up guards only needed to go out for a few laps with their guns every day, and they didn't know if the guns could still be used.

I pressed the button above the magazine and took it out. The magazine is really full of bullets, and it seems that these special police officers who have set up posts are all standing guard with loaded guns. I wanted to see if the gun worked, but I hadn't fired a gun, so I had to wait for Uncle Wang to come out.

A few minutes later, Uncle Wang walked out. This time, instead of taking it, he came out with several guns. I looked at the things in his hand in surprise, but Uncle Wang ignored me, carefully put the gun in his hand on the ground, and walked to the next car.

In about ten minutes, Uncle Wang alone found all the weapons in several cars and put them on the ground. I counted them roughly, and there were about a dozen of them. But there are only two kinds of guns, the Type 56 submachine gun and the Type 79 submachine gun. Looking at these old weapons, I guess the SWAT must be troublesome, and they just picked up the old weapons of the militia and went to work.

Uncle Wang picked up a Type 56 submachine gun and held it in his hand to make an aiming sample. Regarding the Type 56 submachine gun, I believe everyone will be familiar with it. In the early days of the founding of the People's Republic of China, our industry started very slowly, and we could only imitate the weapons of other countries. The well-known Soviet-made AK-47 rifle is the prototype of the Type 56 submachine gun. Although the official definition of the Type 56 is a submachine gun, according to the current standards, the Type 56 should be an assault rifle. The appearance of the five-six-stroke is almost indistinguishable from the AK-47 rifle if you don't distinguish it carefully.

This gun was also equipped in the self-defense counterattack against Vietnam, and Uncle Wang must be no stranger to it.

Uncle Wang's face was pressed against the butt of the gun for a while, and then he quickly pulled the bolt of the gun to load it and fired a shot into the sky. The sound of gunfire pierced the silence around them, and several birds immediately flew out of the forest next to the toll booth.

A bullet casing was thrown out and landed on the ground with a crisp sound. It was the first time I had heard a gunshot, and it was completely different from the movies and games. If I hadn't seen Uncle Wang shooting, I would have thought it was just the sound of firecrackers. However, it is much louder than the usual firecrackers.

After Uncle Wang fired a shot, he removed the magazine, then pulled the bolt again, and threw out a bullet. He picked up the bullet and pressed it into the magazine, and when the magazine was reinserted, he handed the gun back to me, asking for the seven-nine rush in my hand. I picked up five or six punches to admire, although this gun is old, but except for the wooden part of the gun body is a little old, the rest of the parts are well maintained. The five-six-stroke, iconic three-edged bayonet folded under the handguard, shimmering with a cold light.

The metal butt that was folded up by Qijiu Chong was unfolded by Uncle Wang and rested on his shoulder. After another series of familiar actions, Uncle Wang fired three shots in the sky.

This time, the gunfire was much quieter, and it sounded a little duller, probably because Qijiu Chong fired a pistol bullet.

"Okay, both guns will work." Uncle Wang said that after confirming that there were no bullets in the chamber, he hung the gun on his body.

"There are so many guns, let's just keep two, it's useless to take too many." Uncle Wang looked at the gun on the ground and continued.

"And what about the rest?" I asked, and then carried the five or six punches to my shoulder. The five or six punches weigh a lot, about seven or eight pounds, and carrying it on the shoulder is like carrying a very heavy shoulder bag.

"Hide it," said Uncle Wang, "if these things are taken by those people yesterday, it will be troublesome." ”

In ten minutes, Uncle Wang and I transported these guns on the ground to the forest next to the toll booth and hid them. In order to be safe, Uncle Wang also took off the magazines of all guns and hid them in another place. Uncle Wang left each of us two magazines of bullets, as long as we didn't go to war, these bullets were completely enough, and there were even more.

"Have you ever used a gun?" After everything was hidden, Uncle Wang asked me.

I shook my head at him.

He took my gun and held it in his hand in a shoulder-to-shoulder pose.

"Remember my posture, and you'll do it later." He tilted his head and said to me, put down the gun, and put it back in my hands.

I picked up my gun, mimicking his posture and raising it.

"Well, it's okay." Uncle Wang nodded and said, "Pull the bolt and load it below." ”

I did.

"When you're ready, just pull the trigger, I've already switched you to a point-only mode."

"Hmm." I replied, narrowing my eyes and aiming at the dirt slope a few dozen meters away.

As soon as the trigger was pulled, the bullet rushed out of the chamber with a loud bang. The gunfire was so loud that if I fired a bullet from a magazine, I would definitely have ringing in my ears for the whole day. The recoil returned to my shoulder almost at the same time, but it was still within my control, and the force was not as strong as I thought.

When the bullet hit the dirt slope, I thought it would kick up a cloud of dust, but no, there was no reaction on the other side of the dirt slope, as if the bullet had been absorbed into it.

I continued to hold my gun and fired several more bullets, which were uncomfortable to my ears but very refreshing.

"Almost," Uncle Wang said, "get the bullet out and be safe." ”

Walking out of the forest, we walked to the traffic police pavilion, Duan Ke must be bored alone. When I passed by the corpse of a traffic policeman, I saw that he had a lot of equipment around his waist. I crouched down, endured the stench, and took a closer look. Eventually, I found a revolver that I had on my waist. This kind of small piece might be very useful, so I took out the pistol and prepared to take it back to Duan Ke.

Back in front of the law enforcement booth, Duan Ke was sitting on the hood in a daze. I deliberately slung my gun in front of me, ready to surprise her. Duan Ke saw that we were back, and turned his head and smiled. When she noticed the gun I was carrying, she was full of surprise. She jumped off the hood and ran towards us.

"You guys were shooting?" She asked us in surprise.

"Hmm." I said, slapping the gun by the way.

Duan Ke opened his eyes wide and touched the gun I was carrying, and asked, "Then this is a real gun?" ”

"Of course." I say proudly.

"Wow, this thing can kill people?" She asked again.

"Nonsense." I gave her a blank look and replied.

"Then you lend me to play!" Duan Ke said, take off my gun without waiting for my consent.

"Don't muzzle your own people." Uncle Wang admonished us, and then sat in the car with a gun on his back.

Duan Ke didn't expect the real gun to be so heavy, so he gave it back to me after fiddling with it for a while.

"Here," I said, pulling out the revolver, "I'll leave this for you to play with." ”

Duan Ke snatched it and played with it in her hand a few times, it seemed that she liked it very much.

"This is a real guy, you keep it well, if anyone dares to bully you in the future, you will use this to beat him." I told her and led her to the car.

As soon as the car starts, it drives back. Now that each of us has an extra gun, I'm much more at ease. If those people had reappeared in front of me yesterday, I fantasized that I would have raised my gun in a handsome manner, and scared them out. I put the two magazines in my backpack, then pulled out the fruit knife and carved my name on the wooden butt.

When the law and social order of the world no longer work, force is the best way to protect oneself