Chapter 965: Gang Gun King teams up for an eagle competition!
Dennis really wanted Long Zhan's gun, he hesitated for a few breaths and said, "Sorry, I can't help you find a doctor.
That lady is very cautious and very shrewd. Very few people know her location. She is the only doctor here, and everyone is willing to keep her secret.
All I know is that she has always stayed in a large, heavily guarded independent building in a neighborhood in the city, and never met any strangers.
Only those who are approved by her will be taken to her base camp.
All external liaison work, including various transactions with the outside world, are handled by her guards and messengers.
Moreover, each guard courier has a single line of communication, and the supplies are stored in different warehouses outside the base camp.
If you want to find this lady, then you can only find a way to go to the city block, and then find his courier, who will take you there.
What I can do for you is very limited. The most I can do is take you through half of Tarkov to a neighborhood in the city."
Dennis was an honest man, and he made it clear whether he could do it or not, and he didn't talk nonsense just because he wanted a pistol.
And his unfaltering sincerity was also recognized by Long Zhan.
I decided not to look for others anymore, so I decided to work with Dennis.
"Okay, let's do this. You take me to the neighborhood. Even if the deal is reached, whether or not we can find the courier will not affect our deal. How about it?"
The conditions given by Dragon War are very tempting. You can get a tactical Glock 34 with just one trip.
Looking at the entire Tarkov, no one will refuse.
Including Dennis!
"Okay, I'll accept your deal, but..."
Dennis changed the subject and said seriously: "Takov at night is a paradise for demons. A bullet may be fired from every corner to kill you, and then a bunch of people will rush out and strip you clean."
In order to ensure that our trip goes smoothly, you must obey my arrangements on the way to the neighborhood and you must not mess around.
If we can, let's leave. If you can't do it, then you can only find someone else."
Be sober, rational and not greedy.
As a person without a professional background, the reason why Dennis was able to survive in this forgotten city has slowly emerged.
"OK, no problem at all, let's go."
Long Zhan is not the kind of person who is suspicious of others. Since he has chosen to trust Dennis, he will fully cooperate and believe in his choice.
Dennis's self-discipline and stability made Long Zhan think highly of him even more.
"Do you want to tidy up?"
Dennis looked at the three corpses on the ground, meaning to ask Long Zhan if he wanted to lick the bag.
In Tarkov, where supplies are extremely scarce, bag licking has become a characteristic of this forgotten city, and can even be said to be a survival instinct.
No matter how shabby the other side looks, you can always find something useful if you look through it.
"Give me a minute!"
Long Zhan happened to have no one handy, and a pistol was still a bit too weak.
It is very necessary to lick a few bags to enrich yourself.
So he took off his heavy cold-proof clothing at an extremely fast speed, completely liberating his body from the restraints, and bent down to start searching.
Long Zhan touched corpses very quickly, and his techniques didn't look like they were new at all.
Dennis was surprised.
The overall evaluation of Long Zhan in my mind has been raised to a higher level.
"If I can make good use of this big guy, the rumored strength of the mysterious predator will definitely become more powerful, which will be more beneficial to me."
Dennis began to secretly plan in his mind how to use dragon warfare to further help himself.
Let that illusory bubble become more real.
Here, Long Zhan's superb skills were searched and he quickly touched the three SCAVs all over. The harvest cannot be said to be rich, it can only be said to be very shabby.
A pack of cigarettes had been kept in my pocket for who knows how long, and the box had become wrinkled and almost turned into a ball. There were still two crumpled cigarettes left in it.
Although Long Zhan didn't smoke, he still put it in his pocket.
Cigarettes, alcohol, women and guns are always the best-selling items in chaotic areas.
A very cheap-looking switchblade with several cuts and dents, and a pack of half-eaten compressed biscuits.
These things were of no use to Long Zhan, and they were a burden on him, so he threw them all away.
The rest were the weapons carried by the three of them, and Long Zhan thought they were all pretty good.
Take all orders as ordered!
He pressed down the hammer of the revolver, opened the cylinder and checked that there were 4 bullets left. Knowing what he was doing, he inserted it into his waist like a trick.
The shooter was a Remington M870, pump-action 12-gauge shotgun.
There's nothing eye-catching and nothing bad about it.
The most original factory configuration, without modification of any parts, with downward feed, side ejection, hardwood embedded stock, adjustable mechanical sights, and an extended tube cartridge with seven rounds left.
If placed in someone else's hand, it can blow open the heads of 7 people at close range.
Put it in Long Zhan's hand and it can blow the heads of 17 people.
This ugly gun belt was made by using a belt and two pieces of iron wire to tie the barrel and stock strap buckle. It was the only "modification" of this gun.
Long Zhan grabbed the lower handle and pulled up the lower chamber, checking to confirm that there was nothing wrong with the gun.
Load the bullets that fell out of the chamber, close the safety to prevent misfire, wrap it around your neck and carry it across your back.
He took the remaining 5 rounds of 12-gauge shotshells out of his SCAV pants pocket and put them into his pocket.
Finally, I held the remaining baseball bat in my hand. The aluminum alloy material felt very good in my hand. Long Zhan flicked it twice in the air and was very satisfied.
He smiled and said: "It's done, we can go. Brother Dennis, please lead the way."
Dennis was not talking. He took one last look at the baseball bat in Long Zhan's hand, narrowed his eyes, nodded and walked back to the factory.
Just now, Long Zhan swung his baseball bat twice, causing a whistling wind in the air.
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Dennis couldn't help but think in his mind that with the exaggerated power of Dragon War, if this stick hit the head, it would definitely blow the person's head open.
Compared with the scene where ordinary people use sticks to burst watermelons, imagine dragon fighting with crazy headshots using baseball bats.
Dennis couldn't help but tremble all over!
"Hey, man, are you cold? I don't mind if you go back and get my cold-weather clothes to put on. Although it's not comfortable to wear, it's definitely warm enough and can help you go to Siberia for a disco."
Long Zhan followed him teasingly, not yet accustomed to the Takov state.
"Don't talk, keep quiet. You will never guess how many predators are hiding near you. It will be very troublesome to attract their attention. I don't want to have my ass spread open if I am not careful."
Dennis cleverly changed the subject in order to cover himself from being frightened and shaking.
And while walking forward, he introduced in a low voice, explaining the common sense of survival in Tarkov, especially what to do to save your life when walking outdoors in Tarkov at night.
for example:
Don’t open the door of a parked car randomly, as it may send you flying into the sky;
Can walk through houses, never on streets;
Do not approach any house where the door has been closed and the windows have been boarded up. There may be several guns pointing at you from behind;
The house full of garbage outside the house has no supplies to search for, but it is an excellent resting spot. No gang will waste time in a worthless place;
If you encounter a lone wolf in the wild, don't open fire unless absolutely necessary, because he is probably just a bait.
Dennis took the trouble to tell Long Zhan all about his various survival experiences.
Long Zhan listened with great interest, and with his super photographic memory, he remembered all Dennis's words.
By the way, I also looked for various opportunities and took over what Dennis said and asked some questions.
"Dennis, you know so much. Although you don't look like you came from the army, you are better than veterans who have fought in many aspects. I am very curious about what kind of organization can train you to be so good.
?”
Long Zhan's words were still full of emotional intelligence. It didn't sound like he was deliberately getting to the bottom of things. It was like a natural logical inquiry.
"I just wanted to live, worked hard to survive, and did what I should do to survive."
No one doesn't like to be praised, and Dennis as a person cannot avoid it. He felt very happy when he was praised by Long Zhan, and he happily replied: "So, in order to survive, I became the messenger of the Predator organization.
I usually run errands for them, deliver some goods, send messages, etc., and they will give me a certain amount of remuneration."