human ice maker

Chapter 1058 The driver has no human rights

"Crack!" Leng Ye pulled down the empty magazine hang lever of the pistol that had just been loaded with a magazine in his hand, and after returning the slide, he couldn't help but sighed, turned around and said helplessly: "Monkey, you can't close the pistol." That mouth?"

"Ah?" The monkey was stunned, a little confused.

Leng Ye rubbed his temples with one finger, and said distressedly: "Since I got in the car, there was only one fly 'buzzing, buzzing', which made me have a headache."

"Flies?" The monkey pointed to his nose: "Me?"

"Yes, You are a Fly!" Leng Ye pointed at the monkey and repeated maliciously in eagle language.

"..." The monkey rolled his eyes, and responded angrily in his half-baked Longguo dialect: "If I am a fly, then you must be a piece of shit."

"Pfft..." Fat Duck couldn't help laughing.

"Laughing fart!" Leng Ye patted Fat Duck on the head angrily, threw the newly loaded pistol in his hand and said, "Take it!"

"Ah?" Fat Duck hurriedly took the gun, and couldn't help being stunned.

"Oh shit, use self-defense."

"Oh." Fat Duck nodded, looked over and over for a few times full of joy before putting it away, and said gratefully, "Thank you, Brother Yezi."

"You're welcome, who let me be your brother Yezi." After a pause, Leng Ye said again: "By the way, Fat Duck, I'll test you."

Fat Duck was stunned: "What is the test?"

"Do you know what type of gun I just gave you?"

"..." How should I answer this question?Fat Duck thought hard, and said uncertainly, "54?"

"..." Leng Ye's face darkened on the spot.

"92?"

Leng Ye's face became even darker, and it was as good as the bottom of the pot.

"Colt? YP? Glock?..."

"Uncle Ke!!" Leng Ye couldn't help cursing, "Did you guess?! Don't you even know PPK-E?"

Fat Duck said a long "Oh", "So it's PPK!"

It turns out...it's PPK...return it?
What the hell is this understatement? !Why do I have an inexplicable urge to beat someone up after listening to it?

Leng Ye asked again: "Then what are the characteristics of PPK?"

"Characteristics?" Fat Duck was stunned again, his eyes tilted up and thought for a long time...

Leng Ye patted his forehead, okay, this guy doesn't even know what PPK is.Thumbs up, Leng Ye gritted his teeth and said, "Duck, you are my fucking vomit. Really, you are so fucking awesome. Even PPK doesn't know?"

Fat Duck scratched his head, and said with some embarrassment: "It just sounds familiar, I don't remember where I heard this name before."

Leng Ye almost gulped down his old blood: "You're an idiot, you really are the best among rookies, you don't even know the most basic gun model and performance?!"

"Who said that?" The Fat Duck retorted not to be outdone, "I know about domestic products. Overseas...we are also senior patriots anyway, and we must support domestic products."

"I love your uncle's country! You wear Galton, shoes are Nike, and even your hair is dyed yellow. Which point of your head to toe is domestic?"

"Me." The Fat Duck pointed to his nose and said, "Although my body has been covered by a gorgeous dress, my inside is still a pure domestic product. It is pure natural, pollution-free, and authentic."

"Pfft!" Dowell behind couldn't help laughing.

"Don't laugh!" Leng Ye gave Dowell a hard look, and asked angrily, "Dowell, tell me the characteristics of PPK!"

"Huh?" Dowell was taken aback for a moment.He just couldn't help laughing out loud, why did he get angry?
Dowell blinked his innocent eyes, and turned to the monkey beside him for help.But the monkey just grinned at him and didn't try to help him.As for the latter two... forget it.

Dowell recalled it very helplessly, and then said eloquently: "Uh... PPK, 7.65 caliber, seven rounds of magazines, commonly known as 'palm thunder', 'special agent gun', effective range of 50 meters. The disadvantage is that the magazine Small capacity and short range. The advantage is that it is small and easy to carry and store, and it has low recoil and high accuracy, which is more suitable for novices.”

After finishing speaking, Dowell carefully glanced at Leng Ye with a worried look on his face.

After listening to it, Leng Ye was silent for a long time, then sighed deeply, nodded and said, "Well, you recited it pretty well, word for word. But fighting is not memorization, should I give you an A? !"

"Eh?"

Leng Yeyu educated earnestly: "Dowell, remember, firearms knowledge is not a back-to-back, it needs body memory more than just rote memorization. Do you understand? Each gun has a different model, they The accuracy, range, recoil, and magazine capacity are also different. You must know all the data of the gun as soon as you hold it in your hand, so as to make the most of it. Just like some pistols The maximum shooting range is only 50 meters, while some pistols can reach hundreds of meters. If you take a 50-meter gun to shoot people hundreds of meters away, you won’t be able to shoot them if they stand still. And the capacity of the magazine is also limited. It's very important, you have to always count how many bullets are left in your gun, don't wait until the empty magazine hangs up before thinking about changing the magazine, time is life on the battlefield, understand. So these are all relying on usual training and as much as possible Get in touch with every kind of gun as much as possible, disassemble, assemble, and shoot them repeatedly, and use your body to remember their performance. It is useless to rely on the back....Don’t laugh!!”

Leng Ye gave the fat duck who was pursing his lips and secretly laughing fiercely, and said, "At least Dowell can recite it, how about you?"

The Fat Duck said flatly, "Then if you ask me about the guns made in China, I will definitely be able to tell."

"Okay!" Leng Ye took out another micro-punch from his gun bag, waved it at Fat Duck, and asked, "What kind of gun is this?"

While driving the car, Fat Duck glanced at Leng Ye's hand.Just this one glance almost made his eyeballs pop out.

This is the Uzi micro punch!
This fucking is a domestic product? !

are you kidding me? !

"Brother Yezi." The Fat Duck said helplessly, "Isn't the Uzi micro punch made in China?"

"Yo ho!" Leng Ye teased, "Not bad, you actually recognized Uzi?"

The fat duck's beak twitched... He knew the Uzi micro-punch not because of its fame or other reasons, but because this gun is one of the queen's usual weapons.He often sees it in the queen's hand, how can he not recognize it?
Leng Ye asked again: "Do you know which country the Uzi micro punch is produced in?"

"The country of Uzi." Fat Duck said without thinking, "The Uzi gun must have come from the country of Uzi. What is the full name of that country of Uzi... Uzi? Uzi... Bakstam ?”

"Pfft..." Leng Ye spurted out his old blood, and died at the age of 29!
Uzbakhstan?Obviously Uzbekistan!

And the Uzi gun has a fart relationship with Uzbekistan?The reason why it is called Uzi is because its inventor is named Uzi Gail.

After hearing Fat Duck's embarrassing "joke", the two rows behind the car were also silent for a while.Only Dowell was holding back his laughter, but his shoulders kept shrugging.And the queen patted her forehead with a headache - she had to train him harder after returning, otherwise she would lose the face of the Dark Cross when she went out in the future.

"Duck." Leng Yeyu said earnestly and with a little helplessness: "Brother thinks, the earth can no longer stop your bull beeping. Really, you can rush out of the earth and kill the universe. Brother cheers for you, from the spirit I support you, ah."

"..." Fat Duck's cheek muscles trembled violently, and asked cautiously, "Brother Yezi, did I say something wrong?"

"Don't talk to me, I don't want to talk to you at all right now." Leng Ye angrily threw the Uzi Dash to him.After thinking about it, he took out a few more grenades and handed them over, saying, "Take it."

"??" Fat Duck's face was filled with big confused words—why are you giving guns and grenades?Want me to punch you in the face?Please, we are just drivers!

Leng Ye helped him hang up the grenade, and said while hanging it: "Don't think it's safe to hide in the car. When the car is blown up, you don't have a weapon in your hand to protect yourself, just wait and cry." .”

Fat Duck said in amazement: "No way? This is a bulletproof car."

"What about bulletproof cars? Bulletproof cars must be safe?" Leng Ye knocked on the window glass, snorted disdainfully and said, "Apart from anything else, even this kind of bulletproof glass has a limit. If you look at it Shoot continuously, if you shoot a few more shots, it will explode. And..."

He patted the MG16 sniper rifle on his lap, and said, "With my sniper rifle, it only takes one shot to blow it up. Do you believe it?"

"Uh..." After Leng Ye said this, Fat Duck's confidence in this car was no longer so strong.

"Don't worry too much." Leng Ye patted him on the shoulder and said comfortingly: "When the fight starts later, you can find a place to hide yourself. At that time, there was chaos, and no one would pay much attention to you."

Fat Duck asked anxiously: "What if someone notices it?"

"Then it's a dead body. Smear some blood on your face, and then lie down on the ground. If you're lucky, you might survive."

Fat Duck continued to ask anxiously: "What if you are unlucky?"

"Then wait for us to collect your body."

"..." It's scarier if you say it than if you don't say it.

Leng Ye continued to talk eloquently: "So, the gun is for you to save your life, and the grenade is for you to die with others..."

"It's not that exaggerated?!" Fat Duck interrupted in horror.

"No, when you run out of bullets and still can't escape, all you can do is to rush up and hug the opponent, and then...detonate the grenade."

"..." Fat Duck's face turned even paler, and he said cautiously, "Brother Yezi, would you like to give me some more guns?"

Leng Ye boldly threw the entire gun bag over: "Here!"

"..." Fat Duck held the steering wheel with one hand and the heavy gun bag with the other. For some reason, he felt more blocked in his heart.He seems to have foreseen that he was carrying a gun bag on his back and shuttling on the battlefield full of bullets, and finally ran out of ammunition and food. With grief and indignation, he held the walkie-talkie and shouted helplessly: "Dong Yao, Dong Yao, I am the Yangtze River, I am the Yangtze River, Xiang I fire! Fire me!" Such a tragic scene.

Ugh!
Fat Duck sighed silently, the driver has no human rights? !
(End of this chapter)