Fortunately, Chen Shanhe disarmed and surrendered, otherwise several people in the arsenal would have to be drunk by Yang Jun.

That night, Yang Jun did not go back, but stayed at the Arsenal Guest House.

Early in the morning, Yang Anguo came to knock on the door, still holding breakfast in his hand.

"Brother, it's time for breakfast."

Yang Jun had already gotten up, but he didn't want to go to the cafeteria to eat.

"Have you eaten?"

Yang Jun said as he sat down to eat.

Breakfast is very simple, soy milk with oil sticks, and a plate of vegetarian fried buns.

Breakfast must be specially arranged, and the average staff can't eat these.

"I've eaten it."

Yang Anguo answered, and stood motionless on the side.

Yang Jun took a fritter and took a bite.

"Yes, it's crispy."

The reason why the fritters are so crispy is that they are fried and returned to the pan at first glance.

After Yang Jun finished speaking, seeing that no one responded, he glanced up at Yang Anguo.

This guy is swaying up and down in his Adam's apple, and he's swallowing saliva.

"Have you eaten yet?"

"Eat."

"What are you doing standing stupidly after eating? Aren't you afraid of drooling in my bowl?"

Yang Jun believed that he had eaten it, but his food was definitely not soy milk fritters fried buns, and this kind of food was not something he could eat at his level.

"Brother, there is ...... I beg you something."

Yang Anguo said nervously.

"No." Yang Jun decisively refused.

"Brother, can you listen to me and then refuse." Yang Anguo said with a hippie smile.

"As soon as you kid pouts his ass, I know what shit you're going to shit?"

Yang Jun rolled his eyes and said, "Isn't it enough to have a May Fourth self-defense, you are a fart."

Yang Anguo, this kid is a gun fan, he has played all the firearms in the security department, and now, he is half a firearms expert.

As soon as he opened his mouth, Yang Jun knew that he wanted to get the good guy back.

"Brother, May Fourth is too old, it's not exciting enough to play, and I also want to get a Browning in your hand."

Hey, this guy is really not stupid, his Browning automatic pistol is the latest product at the moment, with a burst setting, a pull of the trigger, and a shuttle bullet is gone in an instant.

Although the accuracy is a little worse, it is very lethal.

"Okay, isn't it Browning, I'll send you back."

Yang Jundao.

"Thank you, brother."

When Yang Anguo heard this, he almost jumped up with joy.

Yang Jun looked at it, his eyelids twitched.

Such a big person, he still looks like a child.

Isn't it Browning, he has a lot of space.

At that moment, there were two knocks on the door of the room, and the foal entered.

"Brother, Director Chen is here, waiting downstairs."

"So fast?"

Yang Jun looked at his watch, it was time to go to work.

Today is Monday, and the arsenal is on duty as normal.

Seeing that the time was not early, Yang Jun hurriedly finished the rest of the meal, put on his coat and went down.

"Brother Chen, I'm sorry, I'll just let you wait."

When I got downstairs, I saw that Chen Shanhe was already waiting downstairs.

In addition to him, with a guard.

"It's okay, I just arrived, how was my rest last night?" Chenshan River Road.

"It's a good rest, it's no different from being in your own home." ….

Chen Shanhe smiled when he heard this.

Then he took Yang Jun away.

Today, Yang Jun mainly wanted a few handful of guys, and Chen Shanhe took him directly to the weapons exhibition hall of the arsenal.

The exhibition hall is not far from the guest house, and a few people walked there without driving.

The entrance to the weapons exhibition hall is guarded by guards.

As soon as he saw Chen Shanhe, he gave a military salute, and then let them in without asking.

Obviously, Chen Shanhe had already said hello.

A group of five people entered the weapons exhibition hall and were immediately attracted by all kinds of weapons.

On display in the museum are a variety of weapons researched and produced since the establishment of the arsenal, some of which were made by themselves and some of which were copied from foreign countries.

Machine guns, mortars, pistols, rifles, submachine guns, grenades, bullets of all calibers, and even gasoline barrels, which were previously seen on the battlefield, were among them.

Most of these weapons Yang Jun has seen, and he has used them, even the latest ones he has touched.

He has never seen any weapons from later generations, and these so-called new weapons are just like that in his eyes.

Yang Jun was not interested in those pistols, rifles, bayonets and the like, and went directly to the submachine gun.

Looking at the Johnson M1941 semi-automatic rifle on the counter, a trace of heat flashed in Yang Jun's eyes.

This thing is a good thing.

I want to use this gun back then, which can be used as a rifle and as a sniper rifle, although the range and power are not very good, but the victory is bursting, and it comes with a scope.

"Brother Chen, can I take whatever I like?"

Chen Shanhe kept following him, hearing the words, waving his hand, and said with a look of indifference.

"Of course, take whatever you want, if you don't bother, see it, that howitzer can be pulled away at any time."

Chen Shanhe pointed to the huge howitzer in the hall.

"What do I want that thing for, just pick a few of them."

Yang Jun said as he took out the Johnson M1941 on the counter and fiddled with it, then squinted and glanced out.

"Brother Chen, there are matching bullets, right?"

Chen Shanhe pondered for a moment and said, "No, but if you need it, I will immediately have someone produce a batch for you."

When Yang Jun heard this, he raised his eyebrows.

is worthy of being the director of the arsenal, and it is only a matter of one sentence what specifications of bullets are produced.

"Brother Chen, don't bother, there aren't so many, just one."

Yang Jun thought that he had room to copy, and as long as there was a bullet, he could copy a huge arsenal.

"One?"

Chen Shanhe was stunned when he heard this, but he didn't ask the reason, so he said,

"If you don't need much, I'll get it for you when I go to the warehouse."

"Hey, Brother Chen, you know, I'm also a soldier, and I especially like to collect all kinds of weapons, these guys are just decorations, put two shots when you're okay and listen to the sound." Yang Jun said with a smile.

"Okay, I see, you go ahead and pick."

After Chen Shanhe finished speaking, he asked his guards to write down the model of the bullet.

When Yang Jun heard this, he was not polite, and directly began to pick up guns.

"I'm going to have this." ….

Yang Jun pointed to the Browning automatic rifle.

This rifle is amazing, basically used as a machine gun, 30 rounds of super large magazine capacity, a trigger pull, very shocking.

"I'm going to have this too."

After a while, Yang Jun picked five or six guns, including MP5 submachine guns, PM-63 submachine guns, Scorpion charges, Galil rifles, and so on.

"Brother Chen, let's pick these today, please match each gun with one bullet."

Chen Shanhe listened, didn't say anything, and asked the guards to write down Yang Jun's request.

"No more picking?"

"Hehe, if I pick again, Brother Chen should be embarrassed."

Yang Jun also wants to move the entire weapons exhibition hall home, but this is unrealistic.

With a few guns, Chen Shanhe can still be the master, if there are more, he will be embarrassed.

After all, guns need to be tightly controlled.

"Okay, my brother understands me."

Chen Shanhe looked at the few guns he picked out and said, "I will ask people to get all the bullets as soon as possible, and bring them back together when they leave."

"Well, thank you, Brother Chen." Yang Jun thanked him again and again.

Subsequently, several people left the exhibition hall.

When he left, he saw Yang Anguo looking reluctant.

After leaving the weapons exhibition hall, Yang Jun was ready to go back.

In fact, early in the morning, the people of the rolling mill transportation team went back, if it wasn't for picking a few things to take advantage of, Yang Jun also went back with the team.

When leaving, Chen Shanhe personally sent him to the gate, and at the same time put the weapons he picked in a wooden box and put them in the trunk.

Chen Shanhe pulled Yang Jun to the side and quietly stuffed him with a paper bag.

Yang Jun touched it with his hand, and it was hard.

"Brother Yang, don't thank you for your kindness, you can use your brother's place in the future, just open your mouth."

"Hey, Brother Chen, if you want to say thank you, I should say it, you have also helped me a lot."

Yang Jun smiled and patted the hard paper bag.

In the paper bag were bullets of various specifications that Chen Shanhe had given him.

"Okay, let's stop saying those polite words, the green mountains don't change, and the green water will flow forever." Chen Shanhe patted Yang Jun on the shoulder and said.

"The green mountains do not change, and the green water flows forever."

After speaking, Yang Jun got into the car.

Without the drag of the convoy, the jeep drove fast.

Along the way, Yang Anguo's eyes never moved away from the wooden box, and his mouth kept chattering.

"If you twitter again, believe it or not, I'll let you go back on your legs."

Yang Jun really couldn't stand his Tang monk's recitation, and kicked it over.

"Brother, why don't we go into the mountains to hunt this weekend, let me have a good time."

Yang Anguo was not angry but happy, and pleaded cheekily at Yang Jun.

"Do you have bullets? Besides, who do you see hunting with machine guns and submachine guns?"

Yang Jun's selection of guns this time was also purposeful.

He had a Mosingana rifle and a Browning automatic pistol in his space, but the only thing missing was a submachine gun.

Most of the items picked this time are submachine guns.

It's not that he has a hobby of collecting weapons, but just in case, weapons of all sorts of firepower must be equipped.

Just like a few days ago, he killed that Gu Ming.

If there had been an MP5 submachine gun, he wouldn't have used a pistol.

"Brother, why didn't you order more bullets just now, what is one enough?" Yang Anguo complained.

As soon as Yang Jun heard this, he raised his hand and struck.

While beating, he scolded, "The arsenal is run by your family? As much as you want?"

"I see that you kid has drifted away recently, since you like to play with guns, why don't you be sent to be a soldier."

The space in the car was narrow, Yang Anguo had nowhere to escape, and he didn't dare to fight back, so he could only cover his head with both hands and shrink to the side.

"Brother, I was wrong."

"What's wrong?"

"The arsenal is not owned by our family, so you can't do whatever you want."

When Yang Jun heard this, he was scolded again.

Why is this so familiar?

He suddenly remembered that Yangmei often said this.

'My brother is the director of the factory, and the rolling mill is owned by our family. ，

Over time, the people around Yang Jun had this idea.

"Let me ask you, is the rolling mill owned by our family?" Yang Jun asked with a solemn face.

Yang Anguo looked at him with a panicked expression.

He felt that this time it was a scoring question, and if he couldn't answer it again, he would find a piece of tofu and hit the ball to death.

"Brother, that's necessary, the rolling mill is our family."

Yang Jun raised his hand and hit.

"I made it necessary for you to ......"

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