While they were joking, a circle of red walls appeared at the end of the road, and at the same time, there was a jagged sound of gunfire.
The training ground has arrived!
Everyone got out of the car and entered the training ground. Li Xiucheng realized that the training ground was not big when viewed from the front entrance, but it was extremely deep inside.
And at the end of the line of sight, there were three big iron lumps lying there quietly.
"Oh, there is actually a tank!"
Zhao Yimo smiled proudly and said: "Of course, there is a certain amount of cannonball consumption every month, and many people will spend money to practice their skills.
However, it is only limited to going straight on fixed routes. Unfortunately, my mother is temporarily busy, otherwise letting her drive will allow you to experience the feeling of racing a tank in the venue. "
"That must be a very beautiful feeling, but I can also experience it next time if I have the opportunity." Li Xiucheng said with a smile.
Zhao Qiang shrugged and rarely added: "The true feeling will definitely make you unforgettable, Mr. Li!"
As someone who has been through it, he has the most say.
It was extremely depressing in the closed tank and there was no heating. It was either freezing or extremely hot.
"Okay, okay, let's go and play with things that men should play." Ovluo came over at this time and pulled Li Xiucheng forward. Zhao Yimo and Zhao Xueyao looked at each other and quickly followed. Go up.
Arriving at the far left side of the venue, what appeared in front of Li Xiucheng was a raised gray canvas.
Li Xiucheng was not a novice who didn't know anything. He had some guesses in his mind when he saw how much the canvas was raised.
Sure enough, when Overo pulled off the canvas, a machine gun with a tripod appeared in front of everyone.
The slender barrel, V-shaped bracket, huge drum drum on the lower abdomen, and walnut-colored butt shoulder give people a strange sense of power and beauty.
"PKM general-purpose machine gun!"
With just one glance, Zhao Qiang recognized the name of the weapon and said it softly.
"This gun has a smooth barrel and a shoulder pad is added to the bottom of the butt to improve the human-machine function. It should be the batch that was optimized and finalized in 1969. It is a very good gun."
Ovro glanced at him and said with a smile: "Li, this friend is an expert!"
Zhao Qiang smiled slightly. There is no soldier who doesn't like armed forces. After leaving the army for so many years, he could only see these old guys in his dreams, so he made some mistakes.
"I'm from the army, I've just seen a few things." Li Xiucheng answered for him, and then eagerly said: "How about, give it a try?"
"Of course! But be careful about the recoil, I'll teach you."
For most of the day, Li Xiucheng's ears were tortured and he played with all kinds of firearms. This means that he had a foundation in his previous life, otherwise he would not dare to touch some guys with strong recoil.
But I have to say that this kind of violent release of firearms is really enjoyable, and Li Xiucheng, who has always been calm, seems a little excited.
Of course, Zhao Qiang, Wang Yi and the other bodyguards were also addicted.
When they were done playing, Wang Yi put his hand on Zhao Qiang's shoulder while looking at Li Xiucheng who was chatting at the edge of the sniper range, and said with a smile: "How are you, Brother Zhao! Isn't it great!"
"Haha, yes." Zhao Qiang nodded with a smile, and said with some regret: "His marksmanship has deteriorated too much!"
"It's normal. It's okay if you don't practice handicrafts for a day. Anyway, we are unlikely to need it again, so don't worry about it."
"No, just talking casually. Huh?
A lot of people came! "
Suddenly, Zhao Qiang saw a group of people coming in at the gate.
This is a place for entertainment, so it’s not unusual for people to come, but it’s strange that there are black people among these people.
And it seemed that these black men were also bodyguards, protecting a group of people and walking straight towards the tank.
"The black people protecting us should be Americans." Wang Yi also noticed these people and said, "Aren't the two countries in a hostile relationship? Are there still Americans in Moscow?"
"Of course."
Suddenly, Li Xiucheng's voice sounded. The two of them turned around and saw that Li Xiucheng had already come over with someone, and said hurriedly: "Mr. Li!"
"Wherever there is profit, it is impossible not to have American businessmen! This place is naturally not good for outsiders."
“Of course, although we have different ideological pursuits, we are still very open and inclusive.
After the October Revolution, Mr. Hammer from the United States came here, so we are not exclusive. "Ovluo pointed out something.
"Yes! Only through cooperation can we make progress." Li Xiucheng nodded in agreement, and then said with a smile: "It's almost time. Let's go back after experiencing the tank."
"good."
When the group of people walked to the tank area, they discovered that the group that had just entered had separated and surrounded three tanks.
"What a coincidence." Li Xiucheng shrugged and planned to come back next time.
Ofro was unwilling, and had already taken the initiative to step forward and said to the people around the nearest tank: "Everyone, can you separate a tank?"
"cannot!"
In the crowd, a young man with a bald head and rimless glasses stretched out his head and said coldly: "If you want to play, just wait, in an hour."
"You little..." The young man's attitude angered Ovro. He opened his mouth to scold him, but Paulis next to him grabbed him.
"Forget it, forget it. This guy is Mikhail Khodorkov."
Ovluo, who was struggling, stiffened, and when he looked carefully, he saw that it was really the disgusting face on TV.
He muttered: "Why is he here too?"
Boris looked at the other tank, raised his chin and said, "The one in the middle over there is Vladimir Gusmozo."
Ovro frowned: "Gusinski's brother?"
"Yes, I have seen him several times in the bank." Boris nodded in confirmation.
Ovluo lost his temper completely and turned to Li Xiucheng beside him: "Sorry Li, we can only wait a while. Maybe we can find another interesting venue to play."
Naturally, the conversation between the two just now could not escape Li Xiucheng's ears. He knew the origins of the people in front of him.
The second of the seven major financial oligarch families in the future.
Vladimir Gusmozo was a media giant who once controlled the future of Russian public opinion.
Mikhail Khodorkov, an oil magnate who made his fortune selling counterfeit wine, has huge oil reserves under his name, Yukos.
It’s no wonder that Boris and Ovro are cowarded. Even if they haven’t entered the oligarchic era yet, the Khrenkov family is still far behind Gusky. As for Khodorkov, based on time, he should now On the eve of development, personal connections cannot be underestimated.
Among the seven oligarchs, Li Xiucheng knew a lot about Khodorkov.
Because this guy can be considered a half-hero, with a grassroots background, he relied on his extraordinary ability and vision to speculate and counterattack, and finally became the richest man in Russia. He once united with others to evade Russian officials.
This guy really had a lot of glory in the first half of his life.
