Chapter 40: The Mysterious New Recruit

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  Buried the two, Accurassy and Resonance, everyone's mood was somewhat subdued. Without a word, they returned to the newly built underground base on the small island, where everyone went to rest early.

  The next day, a transport plane took away Team VX, while Ma Chong and others stayed on the island to continue training.

  After a long and arduous journey, everyone returned to the Golden Triangle base with low spirits. They dropped their equipment, and Lang found the blacksmith who was busy in the garage by patting his leg pocket where he had put the P210.

  Seeing the residual wolf coming, the blacksmith's heart was filled with a burst of anxiety, wondering what this guy would come up with again. Sure enough, the residual wolf threw the P210 in his hand to the blacksmith.

  "Help me out, change the loading capacity a bit, and change the single-row ammunition to double-row. If it can be increased to around 13 rounds, that's fine." After finishing speaking, the crippled wolf blacksmith came back to his senses, turned around, waved his hand and walked out of the garage.

  How can this be changed? The blacksmith was taken aback, saying it's easy to say, but if the magazine is changed, the grip of the pistol must also be lengthened and thickened. If the grip is changed, the sleeve will have to be changed too... Isn't that just making a new one?

  This change and giving the AUG a 7.62mm barrel are not the same, the eight-shot capacity of the P210 has always been the biggest drawback of this excellent handgun, although the subsequent development of the P220 and P226 somewhat made up for this problem, but it also caused the other qualities of the handgun to decline all the way. It's too hard to make up for the shortcomings of this classic handgun.

  The SIG P210 pistol's most distinctive feature is its frame design, which completely envelops the slide, unlike most other pistols. This design ensures that the slide can move absolutely smoothly, thereby increasing the accuracy of this pistol to a new level.

  After some deliberation, the blacksmith skillfully disassembled the rifle. Following a series of measurements, the blacksmith activated his equipment and re-machined a set of grips with a 6mm thicker stock as well as a sleeve that was two millimeters thicker.

  After combining the new barrel and sleeve with the original parts, the blacksmith specially made a magazine. Due to the thickening of the grip, the corresponding magazine can be thickened, and it is easy to make double-rowed bullets. The loaded magazine has four more rounds, just meeting the requirements of the Lone Wolf. He raised his hand and fired at the pistol target not far away, and every shot hit the mark. Although the new grip is slightly thicker than before, making it a bit difficult to hold, fortunately, the difference is not too great.

  After checking, the transformation was quite successful. The blacksmith started the lathe and continuously pressed out twenty new clips. In just one morning, a "P210 modified" was born.

  The smelly fart admired his own craftsmanship for a while, and then the blacksmith called over the crippled wolf.

  "Keep the original slide and frame for yourself, if you don't like it, you can always put them back on. The modified P210 is relatively heavy and the grip is a bit thicker, get used to it slowly. Ah... there's no war without sacrifice, don't be too sad. Alright, I'm going to rest now, I'm exhausted from working all morning."

  After finishing speaking, the blacksmith ran back to his apartment like a wisp of smoke, leaving only the wolf alone in the garage staring at his rifle.

  Picking up the pistol on the table, Can Lang clearly felt that it was a bit heavy. Because there were no wooden materials in the workshop to make grips, the handle was bare and even the internal structure could be seen through the gap.

  Pulling the slide, crisp sound and smooth action are almost identical to before. Nodding in satisfaction, the lone wolf grabbed the magazine on the table and ran towards the underground shooting range.

  20-meter target, 50-meter target, 100-meter target. The remaining wolf rapid shooting, 12 bullets accurately hit the target position, and even due to the thickened sleeve, the gun mouth jump is weakened.

  After carefully feeling it, the re-machined steel gun body and the thickened sleeve are a bit too tight, but fortunately, the impact on shooting accuracy is not too great. Looking at the ugly grip, Canis Lupus loaded the magazine with bullets and drove away from the base towards Yangon.

  This was also the first time that Lone Wolf truly observed this Buddhist capital. However, soon Lone Wolf lost interest in those glittering golden buildings. How could a mercenary with bloody hands believe in Buddhism? That's not funny at all.

  Cripple Wolf came here mainly for his own P210, he wanted to buy a piece of ivory as an anti-slip sticker for the gun grip. Although this idea is a bit strange for a combat killing pistol, Cripple Wolf doesn't care.

  Ivory products are easy to find in Yangon, and after driving around several temples with the wolf, I easily bought an ivory Buddha statue. Back at the base, I woke up the ironworker who was sleeping soundly and spent an hour making two sets of ivory stickers.

  Ignoring the blacksmith's "complaints", Canaan quickly installed a set of stickers on the gun, the silver gun body matching the white ivory inlays on the grip, and Canaan finally had a decent sidearm.

  After spending an afternoon in the underground shooting range, Can Lang rubbed his sore shoulders and returned to the dormitory. Starting tomorrow, they would begin training for their mission against Chiang Mai. It seemed that everyone's vacation was quite short.

  The crowd who had rested for a day arrived at the conference room on time the next morning to listen to the task explanation.

  "This mission is a bit special, we first need to rush to Chiang Mai, Thailand to control the domestic drug traffickers. This is his photo, a Sichuan man, nicknamed Ma Dao. He's preparing to buy two tons of drugs and stockpile them on the China-Myanmar border."

  "Hmph, and he didn't even consider whether he could eat it or not. He thought that was two tons of flour?" The chicken on the side picked up the conversation and everyone burst into laughter.

  "According to intelligence, he will be staying near the Chiang Mai Kad Suan Kaew Weekend Market in a month. This place has a large crowd, so we must act quickly when the time comes. If we let him escape, it'll be hard for us to catch him again. Since we don't have experience with urban warfare, Wolf Head has arranged a two-week training session to avoid any mistakes, considering our limited manpower."

  "Because we have fewer troops, everyone must exert their full strength. Wolf Head may be able to reinforce VX squad before our operation, but this time they are just observing our combat process and probably won't cooperate with us. OK, if there's no problem, everyone go back and prepare for this afternoon's training. Dismissed!"

  As the last words fell, a neat sound of chairs moving, everyone ran back to their own rooms.

  "Zanlang" Daozi called out and hooked his shoulder, asking, "I heard that there are many new recruits this time, what do you think?"

  Zan Lang understood the meaning of Dao Zi, a combat team can only have one voice. Although it's not pleasant to hear, Chinese people are born with a tendency to form cliques and gangs. Dao Zi is worried about the future problems of the VX squad.

  "Don't worry, the VX squad is ours, no one can take it away, and... hehe" Zan Lang thought of the detailed information about the new recruits that Wolf Head had shown him before the meeting and couldn't help but smile mysteriously, leaving only a question mark on his face as he walked alone towards his ammunition depot.

  "This time, your battlefield is a city with 1.8 million people, so put away your killing shells, guided shells, anti-material sniper rifles and any other noisy weapons!"

  As soon as the wolf's voice fell, several people in the chicken eye wild boar reluctantly threw away the M249 in their hands, and others also took out the lethal thunder from their bodies and threw it to the ground.

  Looking at the piles of heavy firepower under his feet, Wolf Head couldn't help but feel a headache. With these guys, it's estimated that taking down Qingmai Prefecture would be more than enough. Damn! Under his feet... five anti-infantry mines, at least one kilogram of Soviet red rubber mud, and even a high-explosive black gold hand grenade! The power of this thing...

  Langtouer was completely dizzy, this is not a mercenary army at all, it's purely a gang of terrorists!

  With a helpless wave of his hand, Lang Tou'er still didn't feel at ease and checked each person once again. Seeing that there were almost no "prohibited items" left, he pulled open the canvas on the back of the Hummer, "The equipment in the car is for you to choose from, you have five minutes."

  Eight team members rushed up, and Chicken Eye pinched an MP5 with one hand, disdainfully curling his lips, making it too difficult for him to use this thing.

  Look at Chicken Eye's behavior. Old K rushed towards him, waving the Uzi submachine gun in his hand, "Chicken Eye, you'd better be content with what you have, or else we'll exchange blows?"

  Seeing the other's miserable appearance, the chicken eyes that were bitter just now immediately cleared up, at least there are not as good as brothers.

  The rifle's weapon didn't change much, as a reserve sniper, he just screwed a silencer onto his own SSG 550.

  He pulled out an SSG 69 from his left side and tossed it to the blacksmith who was watching the commotion, "Hey buddy, thread this for me so I can install a silencer."

  After the Congo operation, Zhan Lang thoroughly liked the flashbang grenade, so he took out ten and stuffed them into his backpack, then casually pulled out a P90 and retreated back to the team.

  Others also selected suitable equipment for themselves.

  Satisfied with the eight child soldiers in front of him, Wolf Head pulled out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it, continuing to say, "This time is action, your mission is to capture the target person three days before they conduct drug transactions. I want to make sure that the target person, Ma Dao, doesn't get hurt in the slightest. This relates to whether your subsequent actions can proceed smoothly."

  "After capturing the target, you will take control of Ma Dao, disguise as his bodyguard and continue with the drug deal. Find an opportunity to take out the second target in the drug trade. Relevant information will be distributed before the operation."

  "Pointing to a newly built 12-story dormitory building not far from the training ground, he said, 'Now, imagine that the target is in one of the rooms in this building. You have 20 minutes to search and capture it. There may be surveillance cameras hidden inside the dormitory, and there may be bodyguards for the target. Everything depends on you. OK! Start!'"

  As the Wolf Head gave an order, the VX squad, who had never received urban warfare training, charged towards the dormitory building with a stiff upper lip. Meanwhile, in a Hummer not far away, three girls were secretly watching their every move through binoculars.