Lu Xuan rolled his eyes and said, "We're soldiers, not so damn celebrities. Do you need your old man to reward you with a few more strokes of the military cane or what?"
Thinking of the 100 cane strokes he got last ti, when he couldn't get out of bed for days, Xing Hongfan shuddered at Lu Xuan's words, then hurriedly gave an awkward grin and said, "Just joking, just joking, don't mind !"
But Xing Hongfan's gaze kept wandering back to Lu Xuan, full-on envy, jealousy, and hate. Wolf Fang, that represented the highest honor a soldier could get, the existence of the strongest special forces, the very top-tier unit of Huaxia. Just hearing the na got your blood boiling!
After Lu Xuan finished assembling the M10 sniper rifle, he ran his hand over the muzzle, feeling a surge of hot blood burning in his veins—that pure love and madness for firearms, the thrill of returning to the battlefield!
After setting the M10 aside, Lu Xuan discovered a small wooden box, and Xing Hongfan imdiately noticed his gaze. The corners of his mouth curled into a aningful smile, and he couldn't help licking his lips—he'd really gone all out this ti.
When Lu Xuan opened the wooden box and glanced inside, his eyes instantly lit up with a strange brilliance, and he blurted out, "Fuck, it's actually a collector's edition Desert Eagle—and a gold-plated one!"
The Desert Eagle, developed 30 years ago by the most famous Arican company MRI, finally ca out after thousands of test firings as the first fully functional .357-caliber Desert Eagle. The mont it appeared, this .357 instantly beca the target of insane pursuit by collectors and gun enthusiasts!
So you can imagine, the Desert Eagle has die-hard fanatics all over the world. Owning a Desert Eagle is a badge of pride—this was the first .357-caliber handgun ever!
More importantly, the Desert Eagle in front of Lu Xuan's eyes was a gold-plated version—full-on tycoon gold. Even though this pistol had long since been phased out, its collectible value was absolutely imasurable!
Lu Xuan couldn't help licking his slightly dry lips. Using a gold-plated Desert Eagle to kill people—how damn awe-inspiring would that be, cool as hell!
"This pistol should be good enough for your picky eyes, right?" Xing Hongfan chuckled. "Getting this gold-plated Desert Eagle cost a hell of a lot of effort. I've had it in my collection for ten years."
"But," Xing Hongfan gave two dry laughs and said, "I brought this pistol out just to let you feast your eyes on it, not for you to use. You'd better take this one I carry instead."
With that, Xing Hongfan pulled a Type 92 9mm pistol from his waist. This pistol is a modern service sidearm, using a 15-round double-column, double-feed magazine, whereas the Desert Eagle can only hold a single-row 7-round single-stack. Obviously the Type 92 9mm is more suitable for actual use.
But would Lu Xuan agree to that? From today's perspective, the Desert Eagle has all kinds of issues—too heavy, low capacity, complex structure, massive recoil—basically a pain to use. But for a Special Forces Soldier King like Lu Xuan, that was no problem at all. A gold-plated Desert Eagle is all about chasing that stylish, flashy vibe.
"Not switching," Lu Xuan said with a straight face. This Xing Hongfan was clearly doing it on purpose, deliberately showing off in front of him.
Hearing that, Xing Hongfan was stunned, then gave an awkward smile. "Lu Xuan, you're a Wolf Fang Special Forces soldier. You should know the Desert Eagle isn't suited for the battlefield. Better use this one of mine."
"To , a handgun is a handgun. So I'll still go with the one that has enough Overbearing Aura—the tycoon-gold Desert Eagle. Relax, I'll give it back when I'm done," Lu Xuan said, word by word.
A gentleman doesn't snatch what others love. Even if Lu Xuan really wanted to keep this collector's Desert Eagle for himself, it was obvious how much Xing Hongfan loved this gun, scared to death Lu Xuan might take it and never return it.
At this mont, what else could Xing Hongfan say? Was he seriously going to try and snatch the Desert Eagle back from a Wolf Fang Special Forces soldier like Lu Xuan?
But Xing Hongfan was dying inside. He'd never even fired a single shot with this Desert Eagle, and now it was about to get "deflowered" by Lu Xuan, the non-owner. Xing Hongfan practically wanted to slap himself twice. Serves you right for showing off, serves you right for flexing!
"Fine, but don't you dare lose it," Xing Hongfan warned. Lu Xuan was Wolf Fang Special Forces, and his strength was terrifying, so Xing Hongfan believed in him—he would definitely be able to rescue the Song Family's young lady.
"Don't worry about it," Lu Xuan said with a smile. Then his eyes fell on a military submachine gun and a bayonet. This military SMG was Huaxia Country's Type 85 7.62mm suppressed submachine gun, modified from the 85 light SMG by changing the receiver sleeve and barrel and adding a suppressor. It mainly uses single shots and bursts to kill enemy personnel within 200 ters, featuring a simple structure, compact size, light weight, good accuracy, strong close-range firepower, and convenient carry and use.
Lu Xuan had used this kind of SMG before—used it often, in fact. Running his hand slowly along the gun's body, a flood of mories ca rushing back, so happy, so painful. His expression grew complicated, hard to put into words.
"I don't need the submachine gun. I'll keep the bayonet," Lu Xuan said solemnly.
This bayonet was triangular, with a blood groove, a non-reflective blade, and could be mounted directly on a rifle. It could be folded away or detached for independent use. The focus of a bayonet is stabbing, so the tip is always extrely sharp, with a very narrow contact surface, ideal for thrusting. That's why it's called a "bayonet" and not a "knife."
The bayonet has another terrifying nickna—"the POW knife." After battles, it's used to clean up the battlefield, to finish off wounded enemies and deal with prisoners. Using this silent killing tool, in an extrely short ti, air is drawn rapidly into the blood vessels through the blood groove, forming an air embolus that blocks the blood vessels leading to the brain, causing a circulatory failure in the brain, then hypoxia of brain tissue, and finally rapid death.
So you can imagine how terrifying the bayonet's lethality is. It's the most fearso weapon in close combat, and every special forces soldier carries one.
"You don't want the SMG? Those rcenaries have quite a few assault and submachine rifles," Xing Hongfan said in shock.
Lu Xuan smiled. "I don't like the feeling of sweeping with a submachine gun."
Xing Hongfan was a bit dumbfounded. Full-auto spray-and-pray with an SMG is insanely satisfying, and this guy actually doesn't like it—his way of thinking was really out of the ordinary.
But since Lu Xuan put it that way, Xing Hongfan couldn't say anything more and could only let him be.
Because using an SMG basically doesn't require much skill. That's exactly why Lu Xuan didn't like it. Just aim roughly at the target and spray away—that's too crude, zero technique!
In the vehicle, Lu Xuan had already taken off his casual clothes. Even just wearing thermal underwear, his solid, muscular fra was fully on display. Song Qingyu snuck a glance at him, her face flushing a rosy red—
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