Chapter 358 Untitled

Chapter 358 Untitled

Chapter 358 Untitled
Everything just happened naturally.

Gao Yi didn't know what Sharman and Panetta said specifically, because when it came to the real core secrets, Gao Yi was tactful enough to stay away.

However, the call between Sharman and Panetta was not long, and then Sharman called Gao Yi back first.

He did not reveal the details of what he talked about with Panetta. It is true that Sharman has the potential to be a great leader. He may not be one now, but as long as he is given enough time, he will surely become a hegemonic figure in the Middle East.

As a qualified leader, Shaman certainly would not tell Gao Yi everything, although he admired Gao Yi very much and was even a little grateful to him.

"You've done a great job. I won't thank you for anything. I know what you need right now. Go to the Saudi Embassy in Baghdad. There is everything you need there. We can talk about other things when we meet."

Shaman's words were calm and indifferent, as if he was not excited at the moment, as if he was not the one who had said the words clearly just now.

After ending the call, Gao Yi looked at Glass.

Glass's original attitude towards Gao Yi was that they were friends who could achieve mutual success. They were equals and had a close relationship. They were worthy of being treated sincerely. In addition to interests, there was also some friendship.

After all, they are not teenagers anymore. Adults only care about their own interests, and no one takes things like friendship and loyalty too seriously.

But now it’s different, now Glass knows who the golden thigh is.

If he really only considers interests, what Glass should do most is to kowtow to Gao Yi and acknowledge him as his godfather.

Fortunately, they are still brothers. Although he had to watch Gao Yi complete the entire takeoff process, Glass did not intend to appear too flattering.

As long as you know who will be the big brother in the future, you will have a clear idea in your mind and can distinguish between the big and small kings.

“Do I know too much?”

Glass didn't want to say this, but he said it out loud as if possessed by a ghost.

In fact, Gao Yi also felt a little regretful. If he had known earlier that Panetta would make this choice, he would not have let Glass know.

"You do know too much, and knowing too much is always dangerous."

Gao Yi said this with emotion, then he spread his hands and said, "So you'd better keep what happened today to yourself and don't tell anyone. We are the only ones who are with us now. You know what I mean, right?"

Glass's boss is not Glass's own man. Gao Yi and Glass are a small group, a small group whose interests and even lives are tied together.

"I see. This is our little secret. Whoever reveals it will die."

Glass made a serious joke in a lighthearted tone.

But Gao Yi smiled considerately and gave Glass an understanding smile.

"Since the impact of this exposure incident is not that great, you can continue to rest. There has been no progress from the CIA yet. If there is any news, I will inform you as soon as possible."

"Okay, I'll take a break."

Gao Yi didn't really want to rest, and Glass didn't really want Gao Yi to rest, but Glass knew that he should be sensible. Seeing that Gao Yi was coming into contact with higher and higher levels, if he got a call from some big shot next, should he listen or not?

Glass is gone.

Panetta wanted to kill Foehn like crazy, but the prerequisite for action was whether Jolson could obtain intelligence. Before Jolson gave any information, Gao Yi could do nothing but wait.

Now I'm not even sure how to start, but it's time to prepare, at least pack up the things I'll need.

Gao Yi had just retreated from the battlefield and hadn't even put away his jammed gun. If another gunfight was about to break out, he wouldn't even have a usable gun.

Although this is a safe house arranged by Glass and it is unlikely that any emergencies will occur, Gao Yi's attitude towards weapons is already very clear. He is definitely not cut out to be a mercenary.

At least not a qualified mercenary.

Mercenaries regard their weapons as their lives, and at least they will take good care of their main guns as if they were their eyes. Unlike Gao Yi, who had just finished a few hours of sleep after the battle ended but still left his malfunctioning gun unattended.

However, this has something to do with the fact that Gao Yi's most commonly used and favorite weapon is a hammer.

If we were to say what Gao Yi's most commonly used weapon is, it would have to be the hammer. This extremely simple weapon, the hammer, does not require any maintenance at all. At most, it just needs to be cleaned.

With this thought in mind, Gao Yi simply took out all his weapons.

I took the hammer head to the bathroom and washed it thoroughly to remove the blood stains and other strange attachments. After it dried, the dirt on it that was similar to rust but not rust was quite difficult to wash off.

Carefully washing the golden hammer that Sean made for him, Gao Yi suddenly had a very strange feeling. This hammer, which had no life at all, seemed to have life in his hands. Of course, it was just a feeling, and it was still a very nonsensical feeling.

After washing the hammer and drying it carefully, Gao Yi placed the hammer on the table and then began to wipe his pistol.

This pistol has a great history. Except for being unsuitable for the battlefield, it is perfect in every other aspect.

Well, it is really annoying to get stuck at the critical moment.

Gao Yi disassembled the pistol and examined it carefully. There were no obvious stains inside the gun body, but there were indeed small scratches on some sliding parts. It seemed that this was caused by dust entering the gun during this battle.

Simply cleaning with gun oil and a brush doesn't seem to be very effective. Although gun oil can remove gunpowder residues produced after shooting and some other difficult-to-remove dirt, it doesn't seem to be very effective for the fine sand and dust that is almost invisible to the naked eye.

Moreover, Gao Yi only brought a small bottle of gun oil, so he had no way of giving his beloved gun a deep and comprehensive cleaning.

Besides, Gao Yi knows how to simply wipe the gun, but he doesn’t know how to do deep maintenance.

But there is a very good candidate here, the donkey.

Donkey may not be a gunsmith, but he definitely has a deep understanding of guns, so Gao Yi does not intend to be polite with Donkey.

"Hey, donkey, can you come over and give me a hand?"

Gao Yi called Donkey on the intercom, and Donkey didn't let Gao Yi wait any longer. He quickly came to Gao Yi's room.

After entering Gao Yi's room, the donkey asked politely, "Is there anything I need to do?" The donkey had already changed into clean clothes, washed the blood off his face, had a bandage wrapped around his neck, and a Band-Aid on his face, but it seemed that there was no hindrance to his movements.

"Are you okay with your injury?"

"It's just some skin injuries. I don't even feel any pain."

Donkey might have thought that he was needed to go on a mission, so he quickly said that there was nothing wrong with his injury. However, looking at the furnishings in Gao Yi's room, he felt that it was not the case.

"That's good. Help me check my pistol and see what's wrong with it. If possible, can you help me clean it carefully?"

Donkey suddenly realized. He looked at the pistol parts on Gao Yi's desk. After hesitating for a while, he finally couldn't help but said, "A gun is a weapon, but also a companion. If possible, it's best to clean it up by yourself. Of course, if you are not very good at this, I can teach you... No, I can help you."

Donkey really couldn't bear it, so he tactfully advised Gao Yi to be nicer to his gun and pay more attention to it.

Gao Yi smiled and said, “I know, but I’m not very good at this.”

Gao Yi gave up his desk seat, and Donkey sat down in front of it. He looked at the parts that Gao Yi had already disassembled, and his first words were: "This is truly a perfect work of art, extremely precise, like an F1 among cars."

He first praised Li Jie's craftsmanship, but Donkey changed the subject and said, "Although F1 cars are fast, they cannot be driven away from the track. Ordinary roads may damage the chassis of an expensive car, not to mention driving to a place where there is no road at all. Hammer God, I really don't mean to criticize your choice, but... I think... your choice of gun... uh."

It's really pitiful to see the donkey wanting to say something but not daring to. A rebellious man like him should laugh, scold and do whatever he wants instead of following his young wife cautiously for money.

Gao Yi sighed and said, "You are right. I know you are right, but I can't do anything about it because my marksmanship is based on this gun. If I change the gun, I won't be able to shoot accurately. Do you understand?"

The donkey was stunned and said, "How is that possible? There is no such thing."

Gao Yi could only spread his hands and said, "Everyone's situation is different. Please help me clean the gun first. I won't take it to the battlefield in the future. But if I have to use a gun to solve the problem, then I can only use it. After all, I am actually a killer."

The donkey was speechless.

After picking up the barrel and taking a look at it, the donkey sighed and said, "It is really a beautiful masterpiece. It must be very expensive. If I have the chance, I will also make such a gun, not for competition or use, but for collection."

"This is my brother's work. Well, you know a lot about guns. I've used your gun before and it's very good. So did you make your gun yourself?"

“I modified it myself.”

Donkey was not in a hurry to clean it. He was observing every part. At the same time, he said seriously: "If I were not a mercenary, I would definitely be a professional gunsmith now. I love guns."

Gao Yi smiled and said, "Your wish is easy to achieve. If you really retire, I will introduce you to a job."

Glancing at Gao Yi, Donkey said seriously, "My dream is to be a firearms designer, just like the master designer Kalashnikov. I hope I can design a weapon that transcends the times, a great rifle! A rifle that can be officially equipped and recognized by the whole world like the AK47."

Gao Yi was stunned for a moment and said, "Really? Then your ideal is quite big."

Donkey sighed and said, "Yes, that's why it's difficult, almost impossible to achieve, because there can be many kinds of guns, but bullets will not change. Now the mainstream bullets are 5.45 and 5.56 calibers, and the potential of ammunition has been exhausted. It is impossible to give birth to a revolutionary rifle."

Gao Yi said casually: "Then you can design a new bullet."

The donkey was stunned for a moment. He looked at Gao Yi and wanted to say something, but after thinking that Gao Yi was a military illiterate, he decisively gave up the idea of ​​explaining.

Gao Yi didn't realize that he was being looked down upon. He just continued, "Wouldn't it be nice to design a rifle and matching bullets that you think are more suitable for modern warfare?"

"It's not that easy..."

Donkey said with a wry smile, and then he couldn't help but say: "There is no best weapon and ammunition, only trade-offs. The most important thing is that only the big countries that can influence the whole world can decide what standards to adopt. Ammunition calibers and weapons without a sufficient quantity base will not be adopted even if they are perfect. Forget it, I just said it casually."

Gao Yi asked curiously: "Have you studied gun design?"

"No, I'm just interested. I've studied mechanics, but not firearms."

"So you learned that in the army?"

"Well, I worked at the Izhevsk Arsenal for two and a half years, but my job was not to make guns on the production line, but to maintain the production line. Then I felt that I was not suitable to be a technical worker, so I signed up to join the army. After that, I joined the 76th Airborne Regiment of the 104th Airborne Division. I served as a soldier for six years and retired with the rank of second lieutenant. When I retired, I was a platoon leader. I had never commanded a unit of more than people, so after becoming a mercenary, my team never had more than people."

Gao Yi just asked casually, but Donkey took Gao Yi's casual talk as an attempt to find out the details, so he took the initiative and consciously told Gao Yi his entire experience.

In fact, Gao Yi didn’t have so many ideas.

Gao Yi's interest was diverted, and he asked with interest: "Then why are you called Donkey?"

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The donkey looked at Gao Yi in astonishment. He hesitated for a moment and said, "I don't know either. Maybe it's because... my... thing is so big?"

Gao Yi was stunned. He felt that what he heard and his judgment should be correct.

Donkey continued: "My comrades called me that when I was in the army. When I was a new recruit, I went to the toilet with my comrades, and then they started calling me that. This nickname has been with me until now. Uh, my real name is..."

"It goes without saying."

Gao Yi raised his hand to interrupt the donkey. Since it is not appropriate to reveal your real name in this line of work, then don't ask about it.

Gao Yi sighed and said, "I didn't expect that your nickname was because of this. Well, what was I going to say?"

The scene was a little awkward and solemn for a moment.

Just then, Gao Yi's phone rang, and the ringtone broke the awkward silence.

Donkey lowered his head and began to clean Gao Yi's gun. Gao Yi walked aside with the phone and answered the call.

The call was from Jolson. He hurriedly whispered, "There is progress. I have identified two suspicious people. They may be the ones we are looking for. I will send you the information. You can see how to proceed."

Gao Yi whispered, "Well, send it to me."

(End of this chapter)