"Eh, you misunderstood, don't just wronged people, I didn't, I didn't...... Oops, you guys really got it wrong...... Don't do it, which turtle king bastard secretly beats Lao Tzu! ”

With a shout, the military district headquarters suddenly became a pot of porridge.

Those who were free and those who were not empty all dropped what they were holding, shouting to catch traitors and counter-revolutionaries.

Gu Ming was first suppressed by two or three people, but how could they do paperwork compare to the soldiers who were killed on the battlefield, and Gu Ming broke free very easily.

Gu Ming wanted to explain a few more sentences, but his voice was directly covered by the chaotic voices around him, and the people who rushed towards him were wave after wave, all of them looked like they were bravely dedicated to the righteousness, even if the other party was full of grenades, they had to rush up to protect the safety of their comrades.

Gu Ming was stunned, these guys are simply going to eat people.

Two fists are no match for four hands, not to mention that there are more than four hands here.

Soon, he was crushed by a group of people, barely breathing, and his ribs were almost crushed into his internal organs.

"Hmph, if you want to pretend to be us, implement your old imperial idea, you want to be beautiful, lock me up!"

A tall and thin man who took the lead shouted.

He seems to be the little boss here.

The people around him also had the same hatred, and pushed Gu Ming and drove him into a small dark room.

Gu Ming didn't bother to resist, let alone explain, and scolded in his heart that these guys really don't have long eyes or brains, they listen to whatever others say, and they don't listen to people to talk well...... Hiss!

The action of sitting up touched the wound, and Gu Ming felt a piercing pain on the left side of his abdomen.

I don't know which turtle bastard punched his kidneys just now, not to mention, this kid has a lot of strength, maybe he used to farm.

When I lifted my clothes, I saw that the abdomen that was hit was blue and purple, and I panicked when I touched it.

The comrades of the headquarters, in a lively and jubilant voice, announced that a reactionary had just been captured and that he had now been completely controlled.

At this moment, a man in military uniform had his ID and walked in quickly.

"I've received information that there is an emergency here."

The clerk who escorted Gu Ming in turned his head to look at this man, and when he saw that this person was wearing a neat officer uniform and three gold star epaulettes embroidered on his shoulders, he immediately straightened up and changed into a respectful tone: "Hello, sir, we have just caught a reactionary who is trying to meet with his superiors and carry out ulterior motives. ”

"But now that we have it under control, there is no need to worry, soon he will be sent to a nearby prison to wait for the court's justice."

"And such rampant reactionaries?" The chief of staff, dressed in a crisp military uniform, frowned, apparently he didn't expect it either.

In the land of China, there are still people who are so arrogant and bold.

Could it be a devil's spy?

In these years, there are many people who smear oil on the soles of their feet and grass on the walls, and there are even more people who are willing to work for the devil for the sake of three melons and two dates, and they are all their own people, saying the same thing, but their elbows are turned out, which can be said to be unguardable.

Thinking of this, the chief of staff's eyes became serious: "Have you interrogated him?" ”

"No, we don't." The clerk shook his head: "After we subdued him, we notified you as soon as possible, and now we are waiting to hand him over to the relevant departments." ”

"Good." The chief of staff nodded: "Don't interrogate him, keep a good watch, and don't let anyone approach this person." ”

After the chief of staff finished speaking, he planned to leave.

"That's right, sir." As if suddenly remembering something, the clerk called out to the chief of staff of the brigade who was about to leave here.

"This gun, which was brought by that reactionary, can it be used as physical evidence?"

The chief of staff took the automatic rifle handed by the clerk suspiciously, and his eyes were immediately attracted by the rifle in his hand, he had never seen a rifle of this kind before, the shape was novel, and it was very weighty.

He immediately realized that it was a submachine gun.

The chief of staff weighed the rifle in his hand twice, and made a judgment in his heart.

If you add bullets, it should be about two pounds heavier than the Bayi rifle.

"Interesting."

He was very skilled at removing the magazine, and he was extremely familiar with the gun, and made such an assessment.

It's a very interesting rifle.

It's not factory-made, it's handmade.

"I took this gun first, the people inside, wait until I come back and interrogate me, do you hear clearly?"

"Hear me clearly!" The clerk stood up and saluted and watched the chief of staff leave.

Left the military district command and got into the car.

The chief of staff said to the driver: "Go to the No. 2 shooting range, Minister Zhang should be there, hand over the gun to him, and say that I asked him to test the gun." ”

"Understood." The driver was a young man who was a teenager younger than the chief of staff, who seemed to have just graduated from college, and who still had a bookish air that had not yet faded.

His hands behind the wheel were as white as a woman's, his answers were short and direct, his shoulders sitting in the seat were low and high because of the stiffness of his body, and his eyes occasionally sneaked into the rearview mirror.

This student has only been driving the car for the man behind him for a month.

But he has been scolded no less than ten times.

Young students have learned the principles of work.

That is, talk less, don't do what you are not told, and don't meddle.

………………

"Fire!"

"Dadada!"

At the shooting range, the sound of gunfire resounded in the open field.

The cold winter has passed, and we welcome the early spring.

The dirt between heaven and earth was carried away by the melting snow, and the sky looked extremely clean.

Zhang Wanhe is testing his gun at the shooting range.

As the head of the Ministry of Logistics, since the above writ, after the arms race.

As soon as he left the 451 Machinery Factory, he basically did not touch the ground and began to run around.

Today is the day of the test results again, listening to the sound of this gunshot, until a whole magazine is finished, he waved his big hand and said: "Report the target!" ”

At this moment, a young soldier in a military uniform came from the side, still holding a bag in his hand, and looking at the shape of the bag, it should be some kind of rifle again.

During these days, Zhang Wanhe was already tired of trying out the gun, and there were always people from various departments who sent him all kinds of new rifles for experimentation.

But these guns either do not meet the conditions for combat, or they do not meet the conditions for mass production.

It is not so simple to make an automatic rifle that anyone can use, can use, and is powerful.

Zhang Wanhe couldn't help but think of Gu Ming's group who was still struggling in the 451 Machinery Factory, and remembered the rifle shape he had seen on the drawings.

I don't know why, the more Zhang Wanhe has seen the new rifle recently, the more the drawing that Gu Ming has shown him in his heart.

So much so that he now feels that something is wrong with any fresh rifle ideas, as if something is missing.

Today's automatic rifle is also, although it was developed by Big Brother, but its stability and power have always been a little worse.

In the end, it is not a family, and the heart is always outward.

Zhang Wanhe felt that the old Maozi expert from the big brother must have been clumsy, and he saw this old Maozi drinking and wandering outside all day long, looking at people with two nostrils.

The organization arranged three experts for him as assistants, and beautiful translators followed him 24 hours a day, but this old man spent less than 4 hours a day in the studio.

Zhang Wanhe had already received reports seven or eight times that the old Maozi expert was drunk early in the morning, full of alcohol, and unable to work.

If it weren't for the fact that this person was an expert sent by Big Brother, Zhang Wanhe would have beaten Ya Ting to death at this time.

He thought of Gu Ming and them who were struggling in the 451 Machinery Factory.

At this time, they must still be working on that rifle...... What is it called...... Acre 47.

I haven't been back for a month.

Ah...... Director Liu had already seen that Gu Ming was unpleasant, so he shouldn't deliberately make things difficult for them.

Zhang Wanhe shook his head.

The matter here alone is enough for him to worry about, where can he manage the 451 Machinery Factory.

Now I can only wish them good luck,

"Hello Minister Zhang, I'm ......" This student, who had just become a soldier, walked two steps with the gun in his hand, and was interrupted by Zhang Wanhe before he could speak.

"Not trying." With a wave of his hand, Zhang Wanhe drove the warrior away.

Before the other could speak, he already knew what the young warrior was going to say.

These days, just to test the rifle, the bullets have been piled up a hill, for this, Zhang Wanhe has enough headaches, the bullets are expensive, and he doesn't want to spend more senselessly.