The temperature feels about 20 degrees Celsius, and in Los Angeles, where there is little rain, the sun is always shining.
In the living room of No. 1501, Zhang Jing held his son in his right hand and held up his mobile phone in his left hand. He stood in front of the window and looked at the running dogs in the yard. His mood was no longer so depressed.
"Mr. Li," Zhang Jing refused on the phone, "I have given you the opportunity to send the gold to Xiangjiang, but you are unwilling to pay and the transaction is void."
"It wasn't that I was unwilling to pay," Li Nian explained. "The money was not ready at the time."
"Lao Li," Zhang Jingyu asked earnestly, "I gave you enough time to prepare, but you still haven't prepared the money. Why?"
"Do you think I can't send gold to Xiangjiang?" Zhang Jing asked continuously, "Isn't it too strange?"
Li Nian didn't know the conspiracy behind it and the pressure from his superiors. He just wanted to rush the transaction. He explained: "We have many internal procedures and there are many people who need to approve the slips, so there is a delay."
Zhang Jing didn't want to embarrass Li Nian, so he took a step back and said: "The current price is 83 meters per gram. Pay first and deliver later."
Li Nian felt embarrassed. Fortunately, he was just an employee, not a decision-maker. He could just report the seller's request.
Unlike antiques, gold is large in quantity and expensive, so replace the 'paper' that may depreciate with physical objects.
After hanging up the phone, Zhang Jing rushed back to Kanfan Farm after lunch.
After being away from home for a while, a lot of things pile up that need to be dealt with.
The first thing was to dispose of the two alligator carcasses and place them by the Blackfoot River on the northern border of the farm.
Blackfoot River is a name given by the indigenous people, which means the place where the bison drink water.
The cowboys were called for help, and they used machinery to lift the crocodile carcass, load it into a truck, and send it to the warehouse for skinning.
At the same time, he notified Kong Xueer, the designer he met in Xiangjiang, and asked her to come over and witness with her own eyes how he lost.
The second thing was that about two thousand rusty copper coins, two crystal stones, and forty-six crocodile eggs were taken out of the garage attached to the farm owner's house.
Take a photo and send it to Xu Zehong who is on a business trip in Hong Kong.
Less than thirty seconds after the picture was posted, Xu Zehong called.
"The two fluorescent stones in the photo are likely to radiate. Can they make the copper coins generate heat?"
The professor's words scared away half of Zhang Jing's soul, and he quickly moved away from the pile of things, fearing that he would be hurt.
"Are copper coins valuable?" Zhang Jing asked with concern, "How much are they worth?"
“The items are good, but the damage is too serious,” Xu Zehong said. “If they are well preserved, they can be sold for 2,000 yuan each;
Now it's about 50 yuan each. "
"..."
This made Zhang Jing think of accepting Wen Li's second mission to find commemorative coins.
The damaged ones are only worth 20,000 to 30,000 yuan each, but the undamaged ones are worth as much as 2 million yuan each.
The difference is heaven and earth.
There is no force in life, so Zhang Jing closed the garage door.
Leave copper coins, fluorescent stones, and 46 crocodile eggs to try to hatch them.
The third thing is to call Lao Daijin.
Lao Daijin usually never sees anyone, but in fact he is at the farm and will arrive in twenty minutes.
"What's going on?" Zhang Jing asked Lao Dai Jin, "How about the mission to kill four people?"
"This task requires your help," Lao Daijin explained. "After repeated calculations and deductions, we need an extra person to help anyway."
"No problem," Zhang Jing readily agreed. Wen Li's mission must be completed. "What should I do?"
"Use long-range firearms from 1,700 meters away to prevent security police support. If the accuracy is good, you only need to shoot a single shot to destroy the car."
Zhang Jing felt a headache. His marksmanship was pretty good, but would it be too difficult at 1,700 meters?
The answer is yes, not to mention 1,700 meters, even 700 meters is difficult.
Not to mention it’s a car, a moving target.
"Prepare weapons for me," Zhang Jing decided to give it a try, "I'll practice first."
Lao Daijin was well prepared. He walked to the back of the pickup truck he drove and took out two large guns, about 1.4 and 1.5 meters in length!
Holding the handle above the barrel of the gun, Lao Daijin put the gun on the ground and introduced: "One is an m200 and the other is a tac-50. You try them both. Choose whichever one feels better."
As he spoke, Lao Daijin turned around, took out two types of bullets from the car, and placed them on the ground.
Zhang Jing nodded, feeling that Lao Dai Jin was very reliable in his work. Guns choose people, and people also choose guns.
Expensive doesn't mean it's good, and famous doesn't mean it's good either.
"By the way," Lao Daijin, who had already gotten into the car, reminded again: "Don't be too violent when using them, these two guns are not cheap;
The price of m200 bullets is as high as 280 yuan per round, so save some money. "
Zhang Jing was speechless. Did he look like someone who couldn't afford expensive bullets?
After seeing off the old man who still had a greasy image, Zhang Jing stepped forward and raised two big guns.
Buying it feels like carrying a 50-pound bag of rice, and two bags weigh about 100 pounds.
Putting the gun in the back of the bulletproof car, Zhang Jing drove to the shooting range deep in the farm.
An outdoor shooting range built at the foot of the mountain.
Zhang Jing arrived.
The Egyptian sisters, 22-year-old sister Myrna Gamil, and 17-year-old sister Zainab are also practicing shooting.
In addition to the two sisters, Barbie is also there.
Teaching Dilin and David how to use a submachine gun.
Dillon is Dillon's daughter, less than ten years old, and David is only eight years old.
Not to mention the Egyptian sisters, they are already many years old.
Is it too early to teach Dilene and David how to use a gun?
Barbie didn't know that Lindsay, Zhou Manmiao, and Liang Jieshu were missing. When she saw Zhang Jing, she smiled and wanted to hug them.
Zhang Jing opened his arms and hugged his personal secretary gently.
"Long time no see," Barbie reported. "The 12 instruments Mr. Xander Beckley needs were delivered to the farm five days ago."
Xander Beckley is a materials scientist introduced to the farm by Wen Li and is responsible for researching vibranium.
'Zhenjin' is a name given by people from the Su country, but very little is actually known about it.
"Thank you," Zhang Jing looked at Di Lin and David and asked, "Is it too early for them to learn how to shoot?"
"No," Barbie said matter-of-factly, "Learning to use weapons early is only beneficial. You can protect yourself and your family when in danger."
Zhang Jing didn't hesitate, he had already learned to do as the Romans do.
Also noticed that David and Dillin were using the mp5 children's version.
It's like the difference between an adult's fist and a child's fist.
Zoom out across the board.
Including bullets, the recoil becomes lower and the sound of the gun becomes smaller.
I admire the brains of the arms company, why are they so smart?
After a brief greeting, Zhang Jing took out two long-range rifles from the car, intending to upgrade his ability to fight monsters.
The m200 comes with an intervention system, and a lot of technology is used in the gun. After playing with it for a while, Zhang Jing simply threw it away.
It's not because it's expensive, more than 260,000 yuan each.
As for the 280 yuan per round of bullets, Zhang Jing doesn't even care.
Change to the tac-50 and hold it in your hand. Its appearance is a bit like the 'bird sniper' in the game.
In fact, it is not "birdy" at all. It uses 12.7 large-caliber bullets, the gun length is close to 1.5 meters, and the normal range reaches 2,000 meters. m.
After simply firing two shots, Zhang Jing found that its advantages were obvious, and even a girl could bear the recoil.
The disadvantage is that the sound is relatively loud, similar to a car horn.
Of course, even without a sound reducer, general rifles and pistols are very loud.
Shooting directly reveals the position.
The point is, Zhang Jing discovered that even with the help of a 10x scope, he could not hit a fixed human-shaped target 1,500 meters away.
After thirty consecutive shots, Meng Du missed.
This was embarrassing. The mission goal given by Lao Daijin was to hit the car engine from 1,700 meters away. That was a moving target.
If the mission fails, there is a high probability that someone will be arrested.
Not giving up easily, Zhang Jing continued to practice.
After repeated shooting tests, he can hit 100 times with 100 shots at 900 meters, 80 hits with 100 shots at 1000 meters, and only 60 hits at 1100 meters.
At 1500 meters, 100 shots equals absolutely 0 hits.
No way, I am the chosen protagonist. Not to mention 20,000 meters, at least 100% within 2,000 meters, right?
However, that's the reality, he's not a sniper.
Is it possible to give up the mission?
It was impossible to give up. Zhang Jing already had a way in his mind to directly strengthen the tac-50 he was using to 60%.
Not surprisingly, he can now reach 1,400 meters with perfect accuracy.
40 out of 100 shots at 1,700 meters.
In an instant, a chicken becomes a phoenix, and a rookie becomes a master.
However, just as Western media describes news from major countries, there is always a twist.
The mission requires 100% hit rate at 1,700 meters. How to do this?
There are more solutions than difficulties. Give Zhang Jing a smaller version of the submachine gun used by children - hint.
Some people died, but not completely...
