Seeing this gun, Zhang Yang was impressed by the ability of old John. This is definitely the standard configuration of the US military. It is equipped with four Picatinny rails for the handguard, as well as optical sights, night vision goggles, laser sights, and grips.
Handle and tactical light.
Some configurations are neatly displayed on a small table, and you can configure these components according to your own habits.
Shooting flying saucers with this assault rifle is essentially different from the flying saucers designed for the Olympic Games, because the bullets used in the Olympic Games use shotguns weighing 24 grams and containing about 0 grains of lead pellets.
Hit the target. Therefore, you can only roughly aim at the target, that is to say, you don't have to actually hit the flying saucer. After all, the bullets are shotguns, and the controllable shooting range is still quite large.
"How many groups?" Old John asked tentatively.
"Three groups first." Zhang Yang thought for a moment. After all, it was his first time to shoot a flying saucer with a real gun. Although the principles of shooting were similar, Zhang Yang still chose a conservative number to check first and then speed up the shooting.
"Three groups, are you sure?!"
Old John was stunned. You must know that a group of three target-throwing machines. Although they only shoot one target at a time, the number of three groups is quite large. It is equivalent to throwing nine flying saucers at the same time, and in different directions.
Not the same.
Undoubtedly, it is quite difficult to shoot a flying saucer flying at a speed of 80 kilometers per hour and flying in different directions in the air...
"certainly!"
Zhang Yang smiled and disassembled the rifle as usual and calibrated it carefully.
Looking at Zhang Yang's meticulous movements, everyone on the shooting range had intoxicated expressions on their faces. Zhang Yang's movements were full of a flowing beauty, and the parts kept slipping out of his hands as if they were alive.
Vision produces a pleasing feeling.
"Bang!" A crisp gunshot.
Zhang Yang put away more than a dozen magazines, fired a shot at a tree in the distance, slightly corrected some sights, and signaled that it was time to start.
"Hahaha...Dear Mr. John, are you playing with a gun?"
Just as several people were preparing the target drone, an old man wearing a white suit, a white top hat, and a pair of sunglasses walked over with a dark cane in his hand and opened his arms from a distance.
Hug old John.
Behind the old man were eight burly men, all wearing black suits on this hot day. They were wearing sunglasses and serious faces. No expressions could be seen. However, it could be seen from their facial features that each of them was
Looking around very warily, there were at least two people staring at the rifle in Zhang Yang's hand.
The two old men hugged each other tightly, patting each other's shoulders to express affection. However, Zhang Yang could clearly see that Old John's expression was a bit unnatural, even painfully tolerant. Obviously, he did not like this old man.
Appear.
Immediately, someone got beach chairs, sun umbrellas, and a small round table for them, and carefully laid a white tablecloth on the round table. A bodyguard opened a metal box and took out a bottle of red wine and two glasses of wine from the box.
He poured a crystal cup for the two of them, stepped back, and stood with his hands down respectfully...
Seeing the eight bodyguards and some attendants watching eagerly behind the old man, everyone couldn't help but raise their eyebrows.
What a grand occasion!
What a great momentum!
Such meticulous attention to detail!
…
Zhang Yang found that whether the old man was talking or drinking, his movements gave people an oppressive power, and there was a vague sense of danger pervading this old man who seemed a bit bloated and short in stature.
Of course, what interests Zhang Yang is not the pomp and momentum of the old man, but the aristocratic temperament of the old man.
Obviously, this old man has lived in a very particular social circle since he was a child, so he has developed this unusual degree of particularity.
Obviously, this is a very large family.
Whether it is China or foreign countries, it takes at least three generations to cultivate a real Guizhou. However, being rich for more than three generations is like a curse. Many first-generation nouveau riche have left hundreds of millions of property to their descendants, but cannot truly benefit from it.
Instead, they cultivated countless prodigal sons.
When a wealthy family really cultivates a noble, and continues to have a family fortune of hundreds of millions, then it is a very successful family, and this kind of family has a special method and family rules to continue its glory.
Going on, there is no doubt that this kind of family is terrifying, and its energy and influence are also considerable. After all, they have accumulated it for at least three generations, or even hundreds of years...
"Dong dong...!"
Zhang Yang couldn't help but frown and turned around. He heard a violent heartbeat behind him. It was Su Dafeng.
Su Dafeng's eyes were fixed on the side of the old man, his face was pale, and Zhang Yang even felt an aura of fear from his eyes.
Why is he afraid?
Zhang Yang couldn't help but be a little confused. Although this old man was extremely powerful, he was far from being scary. Moreover, Su Dafeng's performance on the freighter was very good. Although he was a little afraid of death, he was definitely not an ordinary person.
In fact, old John and the old man were sitting far away now, chatting in low voices and occasionally laughing. Zhang Yang thought for a while, put the rifle on the gun stand and walked to Su Dafeng. He needed to ask clearly.
"Who is he?" Zhang Yang asked directly.
"You don't know him?" Su Dafeng couldn't help but look at Zhang Yang in surprise.
"Why should I know him?" Zhang Yang was stunned.
"With your marksmanship, you should be in the circle. Why don't you recognize him?"
"Circle! What circle?" Zhang Yang became more and more confused.
"The underworld, or underground forces, of course, can also be called gangsters. As long as they are on the road, everyone knows him."
"Is he famous?"
"Not very famous, but very famous. He is Kara!" Su Dafeng shook his head with a wry smile.
"Kara!"
Zhang Yang was shocked when he heard this name. This was not an unfamiliar name to him. In fact, this name was not an unfamiliar name to the entire human race on earth.
Carla, the current godfather of the mafia!
There is a saying among the underground forces in the United States: "It's okay if you don't know the President of the United States, but you can't do it if you don't know the Godfather of the Mafia!".
From this sentence, we can see how deeply rooted the reputation of the Mafia is in the United States.
Calculated from the very beginning of the Mafia, the history of the Mafia is almost as long as the history of the United States. Most of them are Sicilians. They control the underground forces in the United States. They control 70% of the drug business in the United States.
After making huge profits from drug trafficking and illegal gambling, they expanded and diversified their "business" scope, including: pornography, entertainment, industry, construction, transportation, loan sharking, vending machines, garbage collection,
Stock speculation, etc., causes the whole society to suffer various social and economic losses...
Moreover, they have also joined the coveted pie of Hollywood. In fact, almost every American comedian and singer before the rock and roll era was inseparable from the underworld, and many even relied on the underworld to make a living.
There were many rumors that Frank Sinatra had something to do with the Mafia. The classic scene in the movie "The Godfather" where a horse's head is chopped off and thrown on the bed is said to be similar to how the Mafia helped Frank Sinatra get a record contract.
Technique.
Of course, the crimes of the Mafia go far beyond this. Murder is a common occurrence for them. Stories of victims being tied to stoves or being beaten with sledgehammers are common. There are even stories of people who were tortured.
The head was clamped in a vise until the eyes actually fell out. Such incredible things are common in the Mafia.
Although the use of firearms or bombs to kill people is also very common, the traditional mafia's killing methods are mostly ritualistic. Some people are "vaporized" (disappeared without clues); some people are strangled to death.
They were corroded with strong acid; some people were buried; others were fed to animals or filled in cement.
Unlike ordinary gang killings, mafia killings are ritualistic.
If the body was left behind, there must be a meaning he wanted to express: the hand of the deceased was cut off and placed on the chest in revenge for killing a mafia member; the genitals were stuffed in the mouth because he had an affair with the wife of a mafia member.
Annihilation; the person who shot the bullet through his mouth, of course said something he shouldn't have said or tipped off the government; and the money on the face of the deceased meant that the man suffered because of greed and taking advantage of others.
Such fatal disasters and so on...
However, due to the lack of loyalty among the members of the Mafia and the heavy blows from the US government, most Mafia members chose the latter between imprisonment and betrayal. The younger generation acted arbitrarily regardless of the family's reputation and tradition, which made major
There are even more conflicts within the family. Now, the Mafia has declined a lot. Of course, a skinny camel is bigger than a horse. No one dares to despise their existence.
Of course, the decline of the five major American Mafia families is closely related to the Skull and Bones Society.
Since the 1950s, the American Mafia has been full of factions, and its influence has spread across the country. However, in recent years, the American Mafia has gradually declined. Gang organizations that once spread all over the country are now only entrenched in New York and Chicago. Due to the axes of the US government over the years
With continued attacks, the five major families of Gambino, Genovese, Lucchese, Colobo and Bonano are no longer as "glory" as they once were.
Among them, the Bush family has the greatest influence on the Mafia. The Bush family was originally the representative of the Skull and Bones Society. When the Bush family reached the pinnacle of power in the United States for two consecutive generations, the Skull and Bones Society represented by Bush gradually came to the forefront from behind the scenes and became
The new Black Hand organization.
At present, although the American Mafia is not as powerful as before, it still controls many gambling, drug trafficking, and loan sharking businesses. In particular, the gradual openness of the Skull and Bones Society, which is more closely related to the political ax, has made the American Mafia the most powerful in the world.
One of the most powerful mafia gangs.
Regardless of any changes in the underground power in the United States, Carla is still one of the representatives of the Mafia. He symbolizes the former glory of the five major families!
Kara family!
Skull and Bones!
Zhang Yang had a smile on his face recently. This trip was becoming more and more interesting, because he had already heard the words of the two old men involving the Cave Club...
"Dear Mr. John, it's been a pleasure chatting with you. Why don't we hold a friendly match? I haven't shot for a long time. Haha, I'm old. Now it's the world of young people..."
The old man gently clinked glasses with Old John and stood up. He glanced meaningfully at Zhang Yang and the others. Apparently, he misunderstood that Zhang Yang was Old John's new recruit.
"Please!" The muscles on Old John's face twitched. He was not willing to engage in any friendly competition with Kara. He just wanted to send this plague god away as soon as possible.
Immediately, a group of bodyguards came over and signaled Zhang Yang to make room. Then, they very carefully selected two rifles for the two old men, and even carefully wiped the firearms with a towel.
Apparently, Carla is mysophobic!
Seeing the old man carefully wiping his clean hands with paper towels, Zhang Yang almost immediately concluded that Kara suffered from mysophobia similar to mental illness.
In fact, mysophobia means loving cleanliness too much. It is a good thing for a person to love cleanliness, but paying too much attention to cleanliness that affects normal study, work and life, especially social interactions, is mysophobia. Mysophobia can be classified into severity. Milder mysophobia
It's just a bad habit. It can be corrected through desensitization therapy and cognitive therapy. More serious mysophobia is a mental illness and a type of obsessive-compulsive disorder.
Family education plays an important role in inducing or aggravating mysophobia. Some patients' parents have obsessive personality, which has a subtle influence on the patients. The family education the patients receive is strict, old-fashioned, and even a little cold, so the patients are cautious, indecisive, and excessively trivial.
They are meticulous, overly rigid, stubborn, and lack human touch and flexibility in their interactions with others. They also insist too much on a regular work and rest system and hygiene habits in life. They want everything to be in order, and they will become anxious at the slightest change.
Chengren patients generally have a strong sense of time, abide by disciplines and systems, have strict living habits, are overly cautious and indecisive when dealing with problems, and many people may be very superstitious. People with this personality are prone to neurosis under excessive pressure.
Judging from the detailed movements of Carla's movements, Carla's mysophobia is already very serious.
This is not only a mafia godfather, but also a mental patient with strong mental pressure.
Inexplicably, Zhang Yang suddenly felt a little pity for the old man. It was very obvious that it was the old man's family and the old man's innate identity that caused the old man's condition.
When a person bears the rise and fall of an entire family, the mental pressure is naturally unimaginable, not to mention that people like Carla are not just as simple as the rise and fall of a family.
Many ordinary people only see the beauty of these people, but do not know how much pressure they are under.
Thinking of this, Zhang Yang couldn't help but sigh deeply, being a gangster is not easy!
"Young man, what are you sighing for?" Suddenly, Kara, who picked up the rifle, turned back and looked at Zhang Yang with a pair of blue-gray eyes.
"Let me tell you! Respectable Mr. Kara?" Zhang Yang shrugged, looked at the crowd around him, and smiled softly.
"Tell me." Carla was slightly stunned. Inexplicably, he was suddenly full of curiosity about this strange young man.
This young man knew his name and obviously his identity. Kara was very aware of his status. After ordinary people knew it was him, they would find it difficult to speak and would appear embarrassed, but this young man seemed quite calm and unhurried...
"Then I said it, haha, Mr. Kara asked me to say it. In fact, I think Mr. Kara is very pitiful, because Mr. Kara has a very serious mental illness..."
Sudden!
As soon as Zhang Yang finished speaking, the old man's face suddenly changed color, the rifle in his hand trembled slightly, and a pair of slightly cloudy eyes shot out two fierce rays of light.
The atmosphere became oppressive and suffocating.
Both John and Su Dafeng were shocked, and Ruan Wenwu's muscles were all tense, like a cheetah.
And Kara's group of bodyguards were all touched and saw, their swords were at war, and a sense of murder filled the air, as if this midsummer had suddenly turned into autumn...
The only one with a leisurely look was Zhang Yang.
For a strong man of Zhang Yang's level, there is no difference between a notorious mafia and an ordinary person. The only difference is that killing such a person will not cause any guilt in conscience.
If a strong man really wants to interfere in worldly affairs, a gangster organization with hundreds of years of history like the Mafia can be wiped out in an instant...
"Aren't you afraid that I will kill you?" The old man's brows twitched, and his thick fingers tightened on the rifle in his hand.
"You can't kill me, but I can kill you easily." Zhang Yang spread his hands. He didn't want to pretend to be a weakling, because there was no need. This was just a place he occasionally passed by. Maybe, in his life,
You won't see these people. Of course, the most important thing is that Zhang Yang doesn't want to lose the old man's face. If he shows weakness, the old man will naturally lose face in front of old John.
"Click!" With a sound, the safety of the rifle in the old man's hand was opened, the bullet was loaded, and the black muzzle of the gun was raised. The old man's hand was very stable, holding the rifle as motionless as a rock.
"Hahaha... I can't kill you? As long as you gently pull the trigger, your head will explode like a watermelon." The old man laughed loudly, his face flushed.
"Dear Mr. Kara, you don't know how to shoot. You are not here to kill people. Moreover, if you shoot, it will not bring you any benefit, and it will bring disaster to your family. Therefore,
You should calm down. Your family has reached a point of life and death. The Bush family will not let a notorious mafia family compete with them. You need to leave your life to do more meaningful things instead of being with me occasionally.
It’s hard for China to pass through here, sir!”
…
The corners of the old man's mouth trembled and he didn't speak. The gun in his hand was still pointed at Zhang Yang, and the atmosphere seemed extremely depressing.
"Mr. Kara, this is my manor, and he is my guest. Please put down the rifle in your hand. Moreover, our cooperation can continue to be discussed. As long as you put down the gun, I can...can...can...can agree."
Some of your conditions..."
Although Old John kept talking, he did not dare to move his body. He held a handkerchief in his hand and kept wiping the sweat on his forehead. Beside him, there was a bodyguard wearing sunglasses sticking closely to him.
behind.
In fact, at this time, the entire scene has been controlled by Kara's bodyguards. Su Dafeng and Ruan Wenwu are already standing beside people. The bodyguards have drawn the pistols at their waists. It is very obvious that as long as there is the slightest movement, they will not do anything.
Shoot without hesitation.
"Mr. John, I am very grateful for your care. However, my life does not need to be exchanged for your interests. I know that I know that the respected Mr. Kara will not shoot, because Mr. Kara is a gentleman and a nobleman. He
Your hand should not hold a gun, but should give orders, give it to me, you see, my hand is more suitable for holding a gun than yours, give me the gun..."
Kara suddenly felt dizzy. He had a feeling that the sky was dark and the earth was dark. He could only hear the mouth of the young man opposite him moving constantly. His eyes were filled with a demonic power, like a bottomless black hole, swallowing everything.
