For a retired soldier, hunting enthusiast, and member of the Veterans Association, if he encounters danger, nothing can compare to a brand new one that still smells of gun oil, is easy to operate, convenient and violent.
The STER 1887 shotgun is more reassuring.
Of course, if you are a field survival expert, a wild hunting expert, or a senior member of the firearms association, you will also be told that you need to add Winchester 1887’s exclusive, modern smokeless gunpowder type 12-gauge shotshell, which is the real close combat.
Sharp weapon.
The 1887 cannot withstand the chamber pressure exploded by the smokeless powder type 12-gauge shotshell, but modern excellent metallurgical technology has already made up for this biggest shortcoming.
"Oh, it's really hard to even react, but I really don't know what's going on in this world."
Holding his beloved Winchester 1887, Liszt stood in front of the sofa and breathed in the air, adjusting his state to the previous war mode.
While looking at the TV screen, the female host was still stumbling and making ridiculous remarks: "Except for her face and amazing figure, she is really worthless."
Liszt commented with full of malice.
The gray fog outside the window has begun to fill, and the entire sky outside the window seems to be covered with a layer of gray gauze.
The faint sound of gunfire also spreads deep in the city.
At the same time, the sound of artillery bombardment that appears from time to time makes People suddenly feel like thunder falling from the sky.
"Damn it, if the sound of this level is correct, the battlefield is probably less than ten blocks away from here."
Squinting his eyes slightly, Liszt nimbly came to the window and pressed against the wall on one side, carefully sticking his head out to look outside, but the seemingly fine gray mist was like a hazy morning mist.
After a distance of 3 meters, the scene outside became hazy.
Even with Liszt's good eyesight, which was good enough to be a sniper, he couldn't even see clearly.
A faint fishy smell came, and Liszt couldn't help but sniff it lightly.
He leaned against the hard cement wall board, but his expression became more solemn.
The fishy smell that permeated the gray fog was not the common industrial smell in the city.
Instead, it had a feeling that brought him back to the tropical rainforest in the early morning.
There are still scattered pedestrians walking hurriedly on the street, and police cars are also passing quickly through the street with their lights flashing.
Among them, Liszt also saw a lot of gangsters who seemed to be fishing in troubled waters.
They were in groups of three or five, holding baseball bats and daggers.
They covered their faces and tried to rob two single ladies who were walking in a hurry.
"The soldiers garrisoned in the city are here.
It seems I don't need to take action."
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw more than a dozen heavily armed soldiers walking quickly through the streets, each holding a 4a1 assault rifle on his shoulder.
They were all more than two or three meters apart from each other, in a standard urban combat team marching tactical formation.
Liszt couldn't help but admired: "You are indeed well-trained."
Following the screams of the two single ladies, the group of soldiers had also discovered the dirty robbery in the corner in front.
As the captain in the middle made a gesture, the two soldiers immediately picked up the 4a1 assault rifles in their hands and pointed at them.
He walked quickly in front of him, as if he wanted to catch all these young gangsters.
But the gangsters seemed to be quite slick and experienced, and they regarded the soldiers in this group as police officers who could once be teased.
After kicking the two single ladies down, he snatched their handbags and then disappeared in the middle of the street while laughing at each other.
What's more, after running for more than 20 meters, some of them raised the handbags they snatched towards the soldiers, laughing and saying some obscene words.
"These damn guys, they are the ones who dance the most after they get into trouble."
The faint roar of heavy machine guns rang in the ears again, and at the same time, the citizens on both sides of the street who were still looking down below lowered their heads and closed their windows, all acting cautiously.
But Liszt squinted at the group of gangsters who were still provoking the soldiers, gritted his teeth and cursed: "If it were me, I would just shoot you!"
"Bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang" But before his words of curse could be fully uttered in his mouth, a crisp and fierce sound of gunfire suddenly appeared on the street downstairs, causing him to grit his teeth and swallow his words.
The 4a1 assault rifle erupted with a fine and deadly muzzle flash, and the dozen gangsters who were more than 20 meters away fell to the ground in just three to five seconds.
As a classic of small-caliber rifles, the 4a1 assault rifle has perfect burst accuracy in the hands of this group of professional soldiers.
Almost with the crisp sound of gunfire, the dozen gangsters who were still running more than 20 meters away fell to the ground in an instant.
Their whole bodies were twisted and twitching.
It was obvious that they had all been shot.
A burst of screams suddenly erupted from the surrounding buildings, but then they all disappeared without a trace, as if they were suppressed by covering their mouths forcibly.
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Liszt, who lived on the fourth floor, was breathing deeply.
He had already discovered that all the residents who were still watching from the windows had disappeared, and at the same time he closed the curtains of his house in fear.
"Really shot, really shot" Lister held the Winchester 1887 shotgun tightly in his hand.
The hard wooden butt made him feel a little calm, but as he watched those people walking forward one by one, he drew out his pistol and pointed it at them.
The fallen corpses of a group of gangsters were still replenishing their guns.
Even he, who had experienced many large-scale exercises and two actual battles, could not help but gritted his teeth and said slowly: "This is so real.
The shot was fired" The battlefield performance of the soldiers below was as standard as a textbook.
The 4a1 assault rifle guarded teammates on both sides.
Lister, who was born in the Marine Corps, said that he could hardly find any mistakes.
But what really unsettled and shocked Liszt was the fact that this group of soldiers opened fire without hesitation and responded with quick and easy follow-up shots.
This reminded him of when he had fought on foreign battlefields and treated the cruel enemies with such merciless methods.
But now, they were shooting at the people of this country, a group of people with an average age of less than 21 years old. child "Damn, what happened?"
Liszt would not lose his virginity because of the group of gangsters who blocked the road, but the ruthless tough tactics of the soldiers and the warning words in the previous TV program made Liszt feel more and more uneasy. 1887 Shotgun couldn't help but take a deep breath: "This is the highest level, the whole city is under martial law."
Once in the army, Liszt also heard others talk about the highest level of martial law in the city.
The most direct expression is that the military completely takes over the city instead of the city hall and implements curfews and various militarized management.
One of the points that Liszt will never forget is that if an abnormal situation occurs, the contacting troops can handle it on their own without notifying their superiors. "..
Please pay attention to the general public.
At this stage, the military has the absolute advantage to implement curfew and movement ban.
Please do not go to the streets unless there are important matters.
The military will strictly investigate various criminal activities and will be directly prosecuted for assisting thugs if found.
Killed by gunfire.
Zizi Zizi is about to implement Zizi signal control at this stage.
Special personnel will deliver food to Zizi.
Please stay at home and wait for help Zizi."
Just when Liszt was silent, the original TV screen in the room suddenly showed the previous program screen, but countless messy snowflakes flickered in it, and the image was not clear at all.
There was also a severely distorted sound playing in it, as if it wanted to remind something, but before it was completely finished, there was only a picture of snowflakes with a "sizzling" sound.
Slowly reaching out to close the curtains, looking into the dim room, Liszt stood in the living room and couldn't help but be speechless.
The feeling after getting drunk at the bar with his colleagues last night still made his stomach and head feel a little uncomfortable, and the sight of several beautiful girls also made him unforgettable to this day the charming feeling on his fingertips.
But in the blink of an eye, Liszt suddenly realized that something might be wrong with this world.
The highest mode of martial law in the city, the weird roar in the TV show.
If those thugs are really caused by racism, then the regular military establishment, which even includes main battle tanks, infantry fighting vehicles, heavy machine guns, and armed helicopters, is simply making a mountain out of a molehill.
"What the hell is going on in this world?"
Closing his eyes and taking a deep breath, Liszt stood there in a daze, with a look of helplessness on his face.
Especially thinking about the memories in his mind, Liszt sat down on the sofa, gritted his teeth and sighed: "Compared with the previous life, it looks similar, but now I find that it is really more and more different."
That's right, although Liszt looks like he has black hair and black eyes, his slightly curly hair and his typical Southern European face don't seem to have anything to do with China at all.
Except for his soul and thoughts, when he opened his eyes when he was born, to put it more fashionably, he traveled to the current world.
Lister slowly tightened his grip on the Winchester 1887 shotgun, but there was not much fear on his face.
He had been a platoon leader in his previous life, and he also served as a company commander in the Marine Corps in this world.
Commanded operations on the field battlefield.
But what made him more stable was the Goldfinger Call of Duty system that accompanied him into this world and he has not used it many times until now: