The three of them returned to the hotel again. In this chaotic world, everyone had long been accustomed to this kind of thing.
As long as the battle has not yet come to an end, people can always regard this as if it does not exist.
"News? You know, Umbrella does not accept the command of the government army now, we are just here to do business." Masuku also asked for a cup of coffee, and several people started chatting like this.
Smith and several others were guarding not far away. He did not install eavesdropping or something. Both of them belonged to the intelligence department and could not be without any precautions. Masuku was also trained in the intelligence department and knew what to say and what not to say.
"Let Nikita turn on the phone." Smith estimated the time.
They found a local who had written a letter and pretended to be Jimal's assistant. Nikita listed countless answer patterns for answering questions, which made people remember them, but this question was not big. Anyway, when answering the phone, there would be a group of people around.
Let Masuku show up to tell them not to associate Jimal and Umbrella as soon as possible, and then just let Jimal be wiped out under their noses.
As long as they get what Hex wants, they won't be worried about whether they will die of Guimar.
Although there are still loopholes, it should be enough to deal with it.
Sirte, Umbrella and his group have had a lot of fun in the past two days, without any sense of danger at all. Xu Chuan looked at the group of fools and said, "Forget it, don't worry, let them play by themselves."
Of course, he actually trusted Smith more. There shouldn't be any mistakes in the old man, so he was just snatching fish as expected.
There is no entertainment here, either drinking or looking for women, Xu Chuan has no interest in it and can only stay in the shooting range.
"I said, Tyrell, I need a rifle that fires 7.62x51 full power bullets. I have been using SIG-561 .300BLK these days, and I still think it's too powerful." Xu Chuan took his rifle and fired a magazine. The 300BLK is indeed enough for special operations, and its subsonic bullets have very good performance.
However, at a longer distance, its ballistic performance is only close to that of the M43 ammunition, which can only be considered a matter of course. A team still needs a rifle that can support it at a distance of 400 meters. If Swag is not there, at least one can be pushed up.
Tyrell, a friend of Curtis in Los Angeles, made a living by changing guns. He has joined Umbrella. His excellent skills have been recognized by Swag. Now, these Umbrella people will look for him directly if they need equipment, of course it costs money.
He has even started to take orders online, and many PMC colleagues come to him from time to time to change the gun. "No problem, but I don't recommend you continue to use FAL, its design is really outdated."
Tyrel is right. FAL is a product of the Cold War period. At that time, gun designs were all for the purpose of fighting world wars. Economics were the first thing to consider. Even the SA58, which had been modified by DS Arms, was almost unrecognizable. It only added guides and replaced some gun body structures with composite materials. The essence has not changed.
Of course, it is not impossible to change, but it is basically no different from grabbing a new gun with empty hands, because there is no need.
"Then I actually don't have many options, SR-25, HK-417, SIG-716, SCAR-H." Xu Chuan counted several 7.62x51 rifles.
The fat black man Tyrel smiled, "And M14EBR."
Xu Chuan shook his head, "This is not OK. I used Troy's SOPMOD M14 before. Its center of gravity is too high, and the design of that thing is not as good as FAL. I don't know what the congressman thought back then."
It is hard to imagine how the design of the M14 straddle passed the review in the era when AK and FALs had appeared. It was completely unconscious and had designed the magazine-supply version of Garland after more than ten years. It was really outrageous.
Like FAL, if you want better performance, you need to replace almost all the launch mechanisms. Is it just for it to look good?
"Then you choose from HK-417 and SCAR-H. The air-blowed SR-25 will have back pressure problems when using the silencer, not to mention that you are using a short barrel." Tyrell made the choice for Xu Chuan.
Moreover, the SR-25 is very easy to accumulate carbon. If it is not maintained in time, it will really make trouble with you on the battlefield.
"Okay, I'll try both models first." Xu Chuan was in the shooting range and had sex for an afternoon.
Afterwards, he was very confused. The design of SCAR-H is really good, with recoil, muzzle jumping, and weight within Xu Chuan's controllable range.
The 417 is also very good, but its problem is still the center of gravity, which is a common problem in all short piston AR designs. The center of gravity is high. If accessories such as laser indicators are installed, the problem will be even more serious.
"However, I will try it next time I go on a mission and see the actual effect." That's it, but in fact, he is already optimistic about SCAR-H, and it's really easy to control it.
"No problem, you are the boss, you have the final say." Tyrel smiled all over his face. He had a very good attitude towards the boss who introduced him to his job. He made more money in the past or two months than he had earned in the previous year.
And Umbrella can get him professional equipment so that his abilities can be fully released.
"Boss." Just as the two of them exchanged their expertise, Curtis came over, "In trouble."
"Ha, you killed Hamis?" Xu Chuan didn't take it seriously, turned around and shot another magazine at the target.
"Of course not." Curtis smiled bitterly, "It's that phone." He couldn't say it well in front of Tyrel.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content later! Xu Chuan took off the sound pick-up noise-cancelling headphones on his head and handed the rifle to Tyrell, "Damn, you won't get into trouble."
When they rushed to the command center, Xu Chuan understood what was going on. They received a call. They thought it was John Porter's contact number, but after they answered, they found that it was not. Guimar had something to eat, so he contacted two buyers.
If Nikita hadn't reacted quickly and wrote the answer on paper, the local person might have been exposed.
"Damn, this grandson." Xu Chuan cursed. If he didn't die, he would definitely let him die again. Alas, why did this sentence change so much?
Nikita and his men didn't seem to be in trouble, "You listen to the recording first."
"Jimal, you broke the appointment." The other party seemed to be suppressing his anger, but the voice seemed a bit familiar.
"Sorry, sir, Mr. Jimal is injured, and I am now in charge of all transactions."
"Who are you?"
"I am Mr. Guimar's driver. He was attacked the night before yesterday and is now in the hospital." The local man said nervously as requested, "All his documents are in my hands."
"How do you prove that what you said is true?"
"I, I..., I can read you a copy." Then there is a description of the structural diagram of the Aziziya Barracks. "How about it, I didn't lie to you, I can only make 80% of the quotes, 70% of them."
He deliberately made a nervous and anxious look, just like stealing something and taking action quickly.
"Don't be nervous, can you tell me your name?" The other party's tone lowered.
"My name is Mohammed." The name must be made up.
"Okay, Mohammed, I believe you. You don't have to lower the price. I will pay the full amount. Now we have agreed on a transaction location. Is your location close to Benghazi?"
"No, no, why did you ask me where I am?", at Nikita's prompt, the Mohammed seemed to be stimulated and shouted, "You want to kill me directly, right?"
"Hey, Mohammed, don't be nervous, this is the case, you can decide the location, I will take the money there."
"I will send the address to this number." Then hang up the phone.
Xu Chuan pinched his chin and said, "Damn, I seem to have heard this sound somewhere!"
"Vladimir Makarov," Michael said, "We have done voiceprint comparison, it is him."
"Oh yell." Xu Chuan thought of who set up an ambush in Benghazi in an instant. It was probably their attack a few days ago. No wonder some people said it was done by the Russians.
When did this guy arrive at Libiya? There was no news at all. Xu Chuan always thought that his people would go to Syria. Relatively speaking, the Middle East is more chaotic and easier to develop than Libiya.
After all, it will be the front line of the US-Russian standoff, and Makarov will not be unable to see these.
"Maybe he just simply lost money, after all, the money from the Colonel is easy to make." Curtis sat aside.
Xu Chuan looked at him with contempt, "Buldog", how is that possible?
"What should I do afterward?" Everyone looked at him.
"How do I know?" Xu Chuan glared, "It's better to leave it to Smith, he has a lot of experience."
John Smith already knew about it, and Nikita posted the recording immediately.
The old man smiled, "This is not the right thing, the rest is simple."
John Smith intends to place the transaction location under the eyes of Hex and Porter, so that the CIA and MI6 people can easily escape this transaction, and of course it would be even better if Makarov appeared.
This guy is currently on the top of the wanted list of NATO's intelligence departments. After killing Zakayev, his ranking was closely behind, but there was no news.
If these two intelligence departments discovered this, they would definitely bite him.
"It's pretty good, maybe CIA has to thank us." Xu Chuan made the decision directly.
Then they now need to pretend to be a driver of Gemal. Everyone looked at the miserable local, "Okay, it's you, don't be excited, you're so happy that you're going to cry."
Chapter completed!