My brain was sleeping, and suddenly felt someone coming over. I woke up suddenly. At this time, the code also came over. "It's worthy of being a shadow. In this case, you can feel someone coming over. It's amazing!"

"There is no way. If you sleep too hard, you will be eaten. It is because of this that you can see me, and I will not be able to see the sun the next day!"

"No more say, someone wants to see you, come with me!" As he said that, the telecode led the way, and his brain followed behind him.

The two walked through the basement compartment and arrived at the lobby where they first came. They saluted the big screen and the telegraph code, "Report to the commander-in-chief, he has arrived!"

The person on the screen was the commander of the operation, Commander Wang. At this time, he was sitting in the office, talking to the remote call on the computer, and commanding the commando remotely. Mr. Wang nodded, "Very good, please avoid it, I will issue the specific tasks with him. You only need to provide equipment and intelligence support. You don't need to know the others!"

"Yes, the leader, I'm going to work hard!" After saying that, Telecom saluted and turned to his post.

"Hahaha, please forgive me for not being able to direct myself because I cannot leave the country. How about it? Is the scenery good?" Mr. Wang said with a smile.

"It's not bad, but can your code be more classy next time? It's both a sickle and a hammer, making me look like a little peddler selling groceries!" said Brain rolling his eyes.

"As it, I really can't think of this. If it's too long, I can't remember it myself. If it's too short, it seems that I have no education. Hammer and sickle are the most used by Soviet countries, so I have to do this!" Mr. Wang said helplessly.

"After saying this, it's true, then, how are you going to let us deal with those little Bourgeois?" said the brain.

"Come on, what little Bourgeois, they are criminal organizations! To put it bluntly, they are terrorists. Your responsibility is to kill them when the task force and the joint law enforcement team fail to arrest or cannot act. Our goal is to fundamentally eliminate these innocent beasts!" Mr. Wang said, excited and punched the table.

The brain here was stunned and thought to himself: Is this still a gentle old man? So angry?

"Well, I'm out of control. In short, you must kill them at all costs while ensuring your own safety! Please!" Mr. Wang sorted out his emotions and said.

"Okay, I understand. Kill them, fight blood for blood for teeth for tooth! The call ended!" As he said, his brain saluted. As soon as he finished speaking, the screen flashed black and the call officially ended.

My brain wiped his face and turned around and walked into the inner cubicle of the basement, "Wake up, get ready to work!" As soon as he finished speaking, everyone turned over and got up.

At this time, Dianma brought a man with two service bags and walked in, "The clothes on your body are not suitable for battle. We have prepared clothing and equipment for you, and we will come out to choose weapons later!" As he said that, he put down the two bags.

My brain dragged two bags into the compartment and hooked the door with its toes, and the door was closed, "Come on, let's see what good things we have prepared!"

As soon as I opened the bag, everyone was surprised, "Damn, so rich? 511 military boots? Tactical trousers? Damn, Black Hawk Downhill belt? Gobo's fighting knife? Tactical windbreaker? Tactical gloves are all European and American goods? I'll go, it's great!" Everyone was surprised by what they said and said.

After a while, everyone laughed out loud in black suits, tactical windbreakers and black berets. On the one hand, they were very happy. On the other hand, most soldiers liked this kind of tough guy outfit, so they were more happy. Many things they saw in magazines were worn one by one, and they would feel excited.

"Okay, brothers, it's our turn to perform. Are you ready?" My brain growled.

"The motherland knows me! Be prepared at all times!" Everyone replied with a roar.

"Okay, let's go and prepare!" As he said that, his brain opened the door and walked out, with the other team members following closely behind.

When we arrived at the hall, the telephone code had already placed all the weapons on the table in advance.

"There are various weapons here. I don't know what weapons you are used to, so I took them all out. Let me introduce it. Mini Mi Light Machine Gun, used for fast fire support, m4a1 automatic rifle, used for combat, AK47, AKM, conventional combat automatic rifle, submachine guns include Ingram MAC10, MP5, Uz submachine gun, sniper rifle, I prepared four models, M24, M70A1, Barrett, M200, pistols, four models, 54 Black Star, of course, exported, Beretta M92FS, Austrian Glock, m1911, what you need to get yourself!"

Wei Chen and Yin picked up the M24 at the same time and took another M200 for remote support.

The others chose M4A1 other rifles, and each brought himself an extra mini submachine gun.

(There are many arsenals in Southeast Asia, but they are all underground arsenals. Many people have seen guns in underground arsenals. The most intuitive impression is that they have low life, poor craftsmanship, and rough workmanship. Generally, a gun will be processed on machine tools and equipment for at least 800 hours from material selection to finished products. Therefore, both appearance and performance are the most perfect and optimized. Underground arsenals are mainly to save resources, so they are generally very rough. However, underground arsenals in Southeast Asia are different. They not only pay more attention to quality for sales, but many parts are purely handmade, so the craftsmanship level is still very good. In addition, in the local area, gun management is not very strict. Two out of every three people have guns, so, in the local area, there are two people with guns.

No matter which country produces weapons, as long as you have money, you can make the modifications you want. Therefore, the weapons of the commando are modified. There are three reasons. First, the standards for weapons exports in each country are different. Some do not allow automatic weapons exports, and some even can only shoot some small-caliber sport bullets. This gives local underground arsenals space and markets. Second, no matter whether weapons will be reused, once there is a shortage of bullets, the guns will turn into scrap iron and fire sticks. Therefore, for the sake of the universality of bullets, all guns must be unified. Third, underground arsenals are not counted and registered. Therefore, after these guns are used, they are not afraid of being tracked down. They can be discarded directly after they can be used.)

After everyone was selected, they started to prepare, press bullets, disassemble the guns, wipe them, and pump oil. At this time, the telephone code on the side walked to Wei Chen, "I want to ask you a question, is it OK?"

"Yes, ask, as long as I can answer," Wei Chen said, putting down the gun in his hand.

"I obviously prepared a handful of Barrett, which has stronger lethality and longer range. Why didn't you choose?" asked Die Code strangely.

"That's because Barrett's own weight is too big and the caliber is large. However, my sniper position will be exposed at the moment of shooting, which will make me die quickly. In addition, his retractor is too troublesome to disassemble. The silencer is too big and the silence effect is not ideal. Even if I choose the M200 range is not as far away as Barrett, its buttstock can be stretched and retracted, which means that when I don't use it, its length is within the range I can accept. Relatively speaking, its range is not bad. Compared with Barrett, its mobility, concealment and portability are much better than Barrett. Do you understand that?" Wei Chen thought for a while and said.

The telephone code next to him suddenly realized and nodded thoughtfully.
Chapter completed!