82nd Airborne Division Firing Range.
This was a dedicated firing range that was also open to mbers of PMC companies with credentials.
Access was no longer an issue for Song Heping.
Now, "Musician" Defense was one of the big nas on the military's cooperation list.
In Illiguo, Song Heping could get the necessary passes for everywhere but the highly sensitive classified units.
Song Heping had just hung up the call with the cook and returned to his spot at the range when he stooped to pack his things; a paratrooper lieutenant, who had put down his electronic spotting scope, ca over.
"Hey! I'm Marcus."
Song Heping was crouched on the ground, packing his MK11 MOD0 sniper rifle, when he heard soone greeting him and turned to look at the man.
"Is there sothing you need?"
"You have good shooting, really accurate," Marcus recalled what he had just seen through the spotting scope.
Song Heping had fired 10 shots, with all the bullet holes within a 5CM diater.
And this was at a distance of 800 ters.
The hit rate and dispersion were at the extre, almost the highest level that this gun could achieve.
"Just average."
Song Heping put the rifle in its case and carefully placed it on the sponge cushion inside.
He had purchased the gun from Harvey.
Tis had changed.
Now Harvey would beam with joy whenever he saw Song Heping.
Zeroing and calibrating a new gun was necessary, and Song Heping was here for exactly that purpose.
The MK11 MOD0 sniper weapon system was a good rifle, essentially an improved and evolved version of the SR25 sniper rifle.
The reason for buying this gun was because Song Heping didn't want to let his sniper skills rust.
After the battle in Mosul, Song Heping found that his form in sniping seed to have slipped, so he bought a rifle to practice occasionally to avoid being out of touch.
He originally had a rather nice modified SVD, but after the Mosul operation, White Bear approached him, asking if he could part with the gun for Yuliy.
Yuliy had always used the SVD, and she didn't like bolt-action sniper rifles. However, a stock Soviet SVD's precision was only 1MOA, passable in the seventies and eighties, but truly not enough today.
Song Heping was actually quite fond of that modified SVD he had gotten from Abu, but since White Bear asked, he gave it to Yuliy.
Yuliy was the team's sniper; with this rifle, her combat capability would be greatly enhanced, which was beneficial for the team.
Hence, Song Heping could only part with it painfully and gave it to Yuliy.
For this reason, he had to pay out of pocket for a new sniper rifle.
The MK11 MOD0 was not just any sniper rifle. It was a new sniper system that had not been on the market for long—only so units in the Rangers and Navy Special Forces were equipped with it. It was a semi-automatic sniper rifle system, perfect for controlling the field up to 1000 ters.
Of course, for an arms dealer like Harvey with the backing of big trees, this wasn't an issue.
You could say Harvey's shop was expensive, even call him a profiteer, but you could never question his capability and quality.
If he couldn't get a weapon, it was unlikely that any other gun store in the Green Zone could either.
Marcus was taken aback when he heard Song Heping dismiss his ten shots within a 5CM radius as "just average."
"I'm the shooting instructor for my battalion. I was thinking..." Marcus found it hard to say, but seeing Song Heping getting ready to leave, he quickly stated his intention, "Will you co here again?"
Song Heping said, "I should."
Marcus said, "That's great. If you do, could you let know in advance?"
After saying this, he rembered he hadn't given his contact details, so he took out his phone, "Can I get your number?"
Song Heping hesitated for a mont but eventually gave him a number for a regular cell phone.
After all, it was their range, and it didn't hurt to have a good relationship.
"What's your na?"
"Just call Song."
"Song, are you a CP?"
In Illiguo, rcenaries generally didn't like to be called rcenaries, so they preferred to be referred to by the acronym—PSD or CP, aning private security personnel who provide personal protection services at close range.
"Yes."
Song Heping knew that Marcus was impressed with his marksmanship and wanted to exchange or learn from each other.
After all, such things were common; for a professional soldier, especially for a shooting instructor, eting a master was definitely an opportunity to make friends and improve oneself.
"Marcus, I have to go now. I've got sothing urgent."
"OK! I won't keep you then, good luck!"
"Bye."
Upon returning to his car, Song Heping started the engine and headed to Harvey's shop first.
After entering the store, Song Heping directly placed the MK11 sniper rifle on the counter.
"Harvey!"
"I'm here!"
Harvey ca to the counter and glanced at the rifle he had just sold to Song Heping that morning, a hint of surprise in his squinty eyes.
"What's wrong? Is there a malfunction with the gun? Impossible, right?! I've only got two of these in my shop, and I check them frequently."
"It's not that there's a problem with the gun."
Song Heping said, "I need to make so modifications. First, add an extended rail to improve attachnt capabilities; second, replace the 10x scope with a 20x one. I want good quality, don't try to fob off with any garbage. Lastly, custom bullets, I need 10,000 rounds."
The MK11 MOD0 uses specialized 7.62x51mm rounds, and to go a step further would an custom reloading the bullets.
"You an reloaded bullets? 10,000 rounds?! That's expensive, just for the bullets I'm going to charge you close to 100,000 US dollars."
"Money is not an issue, the goods should be worth it; it's your rightful earnings."
For Song Heping, this amount of money was really nothing.
Chefs like to buy Ferraris and have no demands for weapons.
While he had extrely high standards for weapons but not much other demands.
He patted the gun case and asked Harvey, "Do you need a deposit?"
"Of course, half upfront, 50,000."
Song Heping said, "I'll have our finance departnt transfer the money when I get back to the company. When you receive it, you can start working, OK?"
"OK! Straight to the point!" Harvey laughed heartily, "Song, it's always a pleasure doing business with you."
Song Heping left Harvey's shop and drove back to the company.
The chef was already there, waiting, pacing around the office like an ant on a hot pan.
"Why did it take you so long to get back?!"
The chef glanced at his watch.
"It's been almost an hour!"
"Even if I had returned an hour earlier, what difference would it have made?" Song Heping went over to get a bottle of mineral water, twisted the cap off, and took a big gulp, "Ivan ran into trouble in Colombia, and we are thousands of miles away from there. Do you really think we can solve the problem imdiately just because you're anxious here?"
The chef said, "Still, we have to quickly think of a solution. His wife called , and she's almost crying herself to death."
"He didn't heed your warning, Chef," Song Heping dragged over a chair to sit, "If he had listened to your advice in Mada, he should have stayed away from Colombia."
The chef said, "He wanted to fix the problem for , to sort out the ss!"
Song Heping shook his head, "Now it's an even bigger ss. Do you even know what AUC is? Do you know where your brother Ivan is now? Who kidnapped him? You're clueless about all of this. What's the use of panicking?"
The chef was speechless for a mont.
Song Heping said, "You're older than , how are you more impulsive than I am?"
The chef sighed, "He's been my friend since childhood..."
Song Heping turned to Ferrari, "Ferrari, we need intelligence. Without information support, we can't even get started. Can you see if you can find any contacts in Colombia?"
Ferrari said, "It will take ti. I don't have direct acquaintances over there. That place is hell on earth, but I do have a few friends at the DEA in the United States who might be able to help gather information."
"Do your best to get all the intel on AUC by tonight, and ask if they have any reliable informants or organizations willing to provide us with so assistance over there. As for the price, let them na it."
"All right, I'll do my best."
After instructing Ferrari, Song Heping turned back to the Chef and said, "You need to be patient about this. It's not a problem that can be solved in a day or two. And regarding whether people live or die, you also need to be ntally prepared. Being kidnapped in a place like Colombia, and being involved in the underworld himself, what do you think are his chances of survival?"
The chef made the sign of the cross over his chest, "May God protect Ivan."
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