Seeing the bearded man taking a big gulp of tuna vodka, holding it in his mouth and unable to swallow it, unable to spit it out, his face twisted in pain. Gu Tie couldn't bear it. He reached out and patted the other person on the shoulder: "Forget it, Lao Ai, don't drink it. Okay. Let me change the question."
"Pfft." The bearded man immediately spit out a mouthful of wine. He was foaming at the mouth and breathing heavily.
Gu Tie thought for a while. "So, tell me about your first mission abroad."
"Okay." After weighing it, Ed nodded. He scooped a large amount of jam and stuffed it into his mouth to cover up the strange taste. Then he said, "That was not long after I was transferred to GROM from the Polish Army Special Operations Regiment. I joined. The T-12 team was only a month and a half old. It had just finished running in with its partners when it received an order from Thunder Force Commander Eric Jimkovic. The mission was to go to the Brazilian capital to assassinate a successful businessman. Brazil's largest communications company. Silva Manuel Fon Barroso, Chairman of TIM Group.”
"The capital of Brazil...Rio de Janeiro." Gu Tie, who had never been to South America, thought of the legendary Christchurch.
"Brasilia." Ed corrected. "A very beautiful city. Many people think that Rio is the capital. After all, Sin City is much more famous. But since the 1960s, Brazil has moved its capital to Brasilia. Already."
"Okay, okay." Gu Tie waved his hand, looking a little ashamed.
"Due to professional ethics, I cannot disclose the name of the client. But it can be said that Silva is a descendant of the old Portuguese aristocracy. He is the vice chairman of the Labor Party and a member of the Senate of Congress. At that time, the Brazilian Congress was having a heated discussion on the legalization of quantum networks. .We received the commission. It was on the eve of the vote to decide whether to write quantum networking into the constitutional amendment. Silva is a hard-line conservative. He strongly opposed the entry of Genesis Network into the country, saying that it would threaten the precarious The domestic communications industry has brought great hidden dangers to the public's information security. Under his influence, the Brazilian Labor Party has become an opposition force in the parliament. With the number of seats held by the Labor Party in the parliament, the possibility of passing the quantum network bill is very slim. "The bearded man said calmly.
Gu Tie thought to himself that this was called professional ethics. You almost had the client's name "GTC" engraved on your face. Judging from the bearded man's age, the past incident he was talking about should have happened more than ten years ago. At that time, the GTC did not have its own armed forces. But as the twelve new executive members took office, the GTC quickly transformed from an academic institution into a power organization. It tried every means to spread the tentacles of quantum networks all over the world. It was also from that time Since then, IPU organizations have sprung up like mushrooms after a rain. Wherever there is oppression, there is resistance. What Engels said is absolutely correct.
"My three partners and I entered Brazil with Czech passports. We obtained weapons and equipment from underground channels. After arriving in Brasilia, we stayed in a hotel opposite the TIM headquarters building. Silva is a person who lives a very regular life. Every morning at seven Depart from my home in the suburbs at 12:00 and go to the office on the 37th floor of the TIM Building to handle official business. At 12:00, I go downstairs to have lunch with the employees in the cafe. Then I go upstairs to take a nap; I leave the headquarters building at 2:00 in the afternoon and go to the Capitol Building to handle the business. Daily affairs. I leave the Congress at six o'clock in the evening and go home. I have dinner with my wife and two daughters at a fixed location at an Italian restaurant in the city every Tuesday night. I don't participate in any activities the rest of the time, including weekends." The bearded man said in detail. Gu Tie I didn’t rush him. Anyway, it was a long night. I was licking the jam on my fingers while listening to Ed talk about the glorious past.
"I thought this was a very simple mission. Unexpectedly, as soon as the ambush circle was set up, the domestic recall order arrived. The T-12 team was ordered to return to the GROM headquarters to resume operations. The colonel said that the employer was very angry because we entered the Brazilian border in such a big way. It was seen by many people. The source of the equipment can also be traced. Even if the assassination is successful, it will be a sloppy and failed operation." Ed shook his head. "After all, the T detachment has just been established, and the awareness of counter-reconnaissance is still very weak. Under the arrangement of the colonel, I flew to Brazil again alone. I did not have contact with anyone, and I could not carry any equipment. No matter whether the assassination was successful or not, I had to escape with one blow."
"Wait a minute. Let me guess." Gu Tie stretched out his hand to stop him. "That was the first time you used ice bullets, right? I've been thinking about it for a long time. This kind of time-consuming and labor-intensive bullets are basically prepared for covert operations. Of. Especially assassinations.”
The bearded man looked at the other person in surprise again and finally nodded. "During the 48-hour assault course, I learned the technology of making ice bullets from the instructors of the Polish Bureau of Special Technology. It was also the latest technological research result at the time. .”
Gu Tie scratched his head: "I can understand the ice warhead. But there are two problems that are difficult to solve: first, firearms. Second, propellant. What method did you use to pass customs? Prosthetic limbs. Or crutches."
Ed laughed loudly: "Finally there is something you can't guess. The magical Chinese. I still wear the weapons used for sniping at that time. A small souvenir when I retired. It's not a peaceful breakup anyway..." As he spoke, he unbuttoned and took off the unobtrusive gray-blue jacket he was wearing. He handed it to Gu Tie. "Now the rules of the game have changed. Find where I hide my weapons within thirty seconds. Find it." If you get it, I’ll drink, otherwise you take a big gulp.”
Gu Tie perked up. He muttered, "Thirty seconds is too little. Can forty seconds be enough?" He took the jacket and checked it quickly. Judging from the material, the outer layer of this jacket should be nylon non-woven that can be seen everywhere. The lining is light yellow thick cotton. There are seven open and hidden pockets in total. But no matter which pocket can hold a gun barrel.
"Ten seconds." The bearded man raised his furry wrist and stared at the camouflage tactical watch.
Gu Tie held the collar of the jacket with both hands and pinched along the shoulder seam to the cuffs. There are no hidden storage pockets. And look at the ranger's well-developed deltoid muscles and biceps. There is no room for more than one in the sleeves. Barrel space.
"Twenty seconds." Ed looked at him with a smile and reached out to pick up the tuna lemon vodka.
The strong motivational effect made Gu Tie break into a cold sweat. His old coat, which had been torn in several places in the jungle battle, was rubbed upside down like a ball of rags. However, he couldn't find anything abnormal. "Wait a minute..." Gu Tie His fingertips stopped on the back of the jacket. The fabric here felt like vertical lines, but no traces could be seen on the surface. His eyes lit up. He groped up and down along the texture and found short vertical lines. The head and tail parts of the fabric were pulled hard. A confident smile appeared on his face.
"Thirty seconds." The bearded man lowered his wrist. "Drink. Chinese comrade."
Gu Tie threw the jacket back to him. A strange smile appeared at the corner of his mouth: "The Polish Special Technology Bureau is not as scheming as I thought... But I have never seen this kind of design. I have to admit. This is almost A hidden method that can fly right under the noses of any country’s customs authorities.”
"You can see it." Ed shook his head in disbelief. "Then tell me."
"Tch. I still don't believe in evil." Gu Tie leaned against the wall, put his feet on the camp bed, and found a comfortable position: "On the back of the clothes, there is a row of high and slightly curved strips between the surface material and the lining. Hardness material plate. I don’t know what material it is. But it is nothing more than high-hardness ceramic or carbon fiber products. If you think about it for a while, you will understand. What else can this be besides the barrel of a gun."
The bearded man opened his mouth and was speechless.
Gu Tie glanced at him narrowly: "When using it, of course, I tear open my jacket, take out this board, and combine several vertical bars with outward arcs to form a stable round arch. Structure. The sniper rifle barrel appeared out of thin air. As for why it is a sniper rifle barrel, it is not because I know you are a sniper. It is because I felt that there are discontinuous spiral marks on the vertical bars. Those are 8 right-hand spirals. Rifling. Except for large-caliber sniper rifles, other weapons do not need such rifling."
Ed stared at him blankly, holding the can in his hand.
Gu Tie continued proudly: "Based on the precise touch of my fingers. The width of each vertical bar is about 0.5 mm. The width of the entire hard material board is about 190 mm. Think of the manufacturing process of the ice warhead. This The caliber of the sniper rifle cannot be lower than 20 mm. I did a simple calculation. Considering that I did not find the ejection mechanism, trigger and other components, I finally determined that the combined firearm should be 20 mm in caliber and have three parallel barrels. Single shot sniper rifle."
With a clang, the can and most of the box of tuna vodka fell to the ground. The turbid liquor flowed along the cement floor. "Waste." Gu Tie yelled, but he felt really relieved.
"You can't guess everything right..." the bearded man said tremblingly. He looked at the Chinese people with awe in their eyes.
"By the way, the propellant. Since the camouflage is so good, if it were me, I would definitely make the propellant into a liquid coating and apply it evenly on the inside of the jacket. Remove the lining when using it. Soak it in a solvent to precipitate the propellant and dry it. Then stuff a cartridge made of ice into the barrel. Add a primer and load it into the barrel. Then you can wait for activation." Gu Tie easily gave the retired special forces a fatal blow.
Ed was stunned for a long time, gritted his teeth, picked up his box of mixed wine and drank it down.
Gu Tieyou licked the jam leisurely, watching the bearded man blushing and struggling with the unknown liquid in his mouth. "Although I appreciate the thought that the designers put in, but in a place like Brazil, people can't even notice it. It's much easier to get a few guns than to spend so much time. I really don't know if you foreigners are smart, confused, or just pretending to be confused. If I, cover my face with a black cloth, buy a kitchen knife, rush in and chop at it, I'll be done with it. Question. Why bother with a sniper rifle? And if you know an insidious guy named Lao Xiao, this assassination may take a year. But I guarantee that no one will find any clues. Now think about it, he is very suitable for you. Where is the character of the instructor of the Thunder Force..."
The bearded man threw down the tuna can and exhaled a breath of filthy breath. "Bah. Drinking like this is like taking poison." He shouted with his face flushed.
"You didn't do it yourself." Gu Tie was angry. "I knew it would be better to blow the bottle."
Ed burped dejectedly. "I want to know...who you are."
"It's the third time, bro." Gu Tie stretched out his hand to sign the word "three". "Aren't you bothered to ask? How do you want me to explain it to you before you believe it?"
"It's very simple. Tell me about your experience. For example... what were you doing three years ago today." Ed asked.
"Three years ago..." Gu Tie smacked his lips. "Can I drink."
The two of them lowered their heads and saw that Gu Tie's can of wine had spilled on the ground. Ed's box of wine had been drank by the bearded man with the mentality of "long-term pain is worse than short-term pain". The night was long, but the wine was gone.
Gu Tie smiled bitterly and shook his head: "It's not that I don't want to talk about it. It's just that it's a bit troublesome to talk about it. You know, I don't like to recall the past. Memory is a very bastard thing. Some things feel uncomfortable when I think of them once. I can't wait to find them. The knife completely cuts off the brain...but does such a surgical operation exist?"
The room became quiet. The bearded man looked at him with shining eyes and shook his head empathetically. The literary young man didn't know what lingering love story he was thinking of. The bridge was broken. Gu Tie moved his butt uneasily under his gaze. Finally, he moved his buttocks uneasily. I couldn't help but speak: "I said, I said, this way, you first finish telling the second half of the story about your mission to Brazil. I will tell you what I was doing on this day three years ago."
"Okay." Ed nodded in agreement. "I landed at Brasilia International Airport again. Rented a room with cash. Modified the refrigerator to make ice bullets. Assembled propellant and primer. Stored in a dry ice box. Then went to TIM Group headquarters A good sniper position was chosen on the commercial building opposite the building. After three days of waiting, while Silva was sitting in the cafe downstairs enjoying a rational lunch, one shot shattered his skull. Two spare bullets. There was no need to fire because his bodyguards had not received professional confrontation training at all. They only knew how to shoot everywhere while shouting wildly. No one even looked in my direction. After the incident, I drove away from Brasilia. I hid in the state of Parama for twelve days. After the aftermath of the incident subsided, I flew back to Poland to return to work. My employer was very satisfied with this operation. Because the Brazilian official did not provide a reference investigation report in the end. Let alone It can be traced back to GROM and even the employer himself. But I only gave 60 points to this maiden operation because I left a pair of gloves at the sniper scene. This pair of calfskin gloves issued by GROM to the T-shaped overseas team could have become a fatal clue. The Brazilians ignored it. But I'm still very upset."
The bearded man quickly finished his story and looked at Gu Tie eagerly. He was obviously more interested in the mysterious Chinese past. Gu Tie touched his nose in embarrassment. "Is there any smoke?" He looked around but did not find the barracks. There were traces of tobacco in the same room.