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Chapter 1462 Carpet Craftsman

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    Larsen nodded, "Knowing the goods, I will find a way to help you get a vehicle-mounted automatic grenade launcher. I can still help with this."

    "Thank you." Lin Rui nodded to him and returned to the car, "Everyone take a rest, we have two hours. As soon as the supplies and equipment provided by the Americans arrive, we will set off immediately. Take turns driving to ensure that every  Individuals have more than two hours of rest time.¡±

    The team members agreed and took a nap while leaning on the car with their guns in their hands.  After the supplies and equipment arrived, Lin Rui jumped out of the car.

    "Come here, take a look at this big guy." Larsen jumped out of an assault vehicle and patted the automatic grenade launcher.  "Afghan security forces have no such thing."

    "Mk19?" Lin Rui frowned.

    "Yes, it is the MK19, the latest model, equipped with a photoelectric sight. The maximum range is 2212 meters, and its effective range is a point target of about 1500 meters, or an area target 1500 meters away. The safe shooting distance is 75 meters. In addition,  The mk19's flash suppressor can reduce the pyrotechnic effect when launched, making it difficult for enemies to detect.

    The main type of ammunition used is the M430 dual-purpose HEDP high-explosive round, which has a muzzle velocity of 790 feet per second and can penetrate 2 inches of rolled homogeneous armor at a vertical angle, which means it can penetrate most light infantry combat vehicles.  vehicles and armored personnel carriers.  The effective personnel killing radius is about 15 meters, and the lethal radius is about 5 meters.  Especially effective against enemy infantry units.  Larsen nodded.

    "Good stuff." Lin Rui nodded.

    "My dear, the actual rate of fire of this thing's rapid fire is about sixty rounds. It is simply a mobile rapid fire turret." Crazy Horse nodded, "It is indeed a good thing."

    "This assault vehicle was left to the Afghan security forces when we evacuated. No one has used it for more than half a year. Since it is rusting in the warehouse, it is better to take it out for you to use." Larsen shrugged.  "There are two boxes of ammunition in the car."

    "Okay, everyone, check the equipment and get ready to board the car." Lin Rui turned around and shouted, "Crazy Horse, you and Sausage drive this assault vehicle. Others get in the original car and leave quickly. We don't have much time."  The mercenaries got into the car together and drove forward.

    They were advancing quickly along the road and at a checkpoint on the road.  After checking their identities, armed soldiers gave them a pass document.  Then, with this document, they may be granted temporary permission to enter Pakistan to carry out joint anti-terrorism operations.

    Lin Rui and others changed drivers along the way to ensure that each member could take a nap to avoid excessive fatigue.

    Peshawar is a small town on the northwest border of Pakistan and Afghanistan.  Peshawar, meaning "City of Flowers" in ancient Sanskrit, was once the capital of the Kudala Kingdom and the second home of Buddhism, but now it is one of the most dangerous cities in the world.

    Because this is a famous arms black market.  Since the Soviet Union invaded Afghanistan, the arms market in Peshawar has been better than regular stores in the United States.  It is said that many backward small hand-made workshops can produce ak47s that are comparable to Kalashnikov's craftsmanship.  It would be no exaggeration to call Peshawar an arms supermarket.

    In this famous city of Pakistan, weapons manufacturing is booming in a workshop-style manner. Authentic arms from major countries are in short supply, and world-famous guns made and modified by oneself are also popular.  Local manufacturers also make their own bullets, using 7.62x25mm shells used in Tokarev and China's Type 51 pistols and loading 7.62mmx39mm warheads to create customized bullets.  He also claims to be a mixed-race gun clan.  Many weird weapons that you would never think of can be found here.

    It was Lin Rui¡¯s first time here, but it was not the first time for Snake Eyes and Crazy Horse, two mercenary veterans.

    In reality, Peshawar is a mixture of hustle and tranquility. The city is not big. In those high-rise, low-rise, bright, dark, winding, old and new buildings, there are countless stories happening and continuing in the lives of its 2 million residents every day.  .  That¡¯s not counting the millions of people in Afghan refugee camps in the university district northwest of the city.  The new town left by the British colonists separated the old town and the university area. Most of the inns, cafes, restaurants and shops for travelers are located here.

    Like many small towns in northern China, a dusty main street is crowded with buses, horse-drawn carriages, cars, sturdy old-fashioned permanent Phoenix bicycles, splendidly decorated bus trucks and agricultural tractors, and horns are honking one after another.

    The old town of Peshawar is full of life under the warm sunshine in the afternoon of May. There are many people walking and shopping. The men of the family are wearing white or light blue muslin knee-length robes, loose trousers of the same color, and a  Wearing dark vests and serious expressions; the young woman wore various robes and covered her face tightly with a headscarf, following closely behind her husband.

    "I know there is a placeCan get news.  Crazy Horse whispered.

    "Halia's shop." Snake Eyes smiled.

    "Well, it seems that everyone knows that place." Crazy Horse shook his head and said, "Halia is an Afghan, but he stays in Peshawar because he has the best hands, and the weapons he makes are simply better than those in the world.  Everything from the big manufacturers must be sophisticated. He can use a 7.62 machine gun barrel and mount it on an AK47 body, and then match it with an M4 light stock. It makes a very delicate and compact weapon."

    Lin Rui nodded, "So he is an arms dealer."

    "No." Crazy Horse shook his head and said, "He is actually a carpet maker. He also made tin kettles or other pots and pans before."

    "Where is the news about him?" Lin Rui frowned.

    "Yes, he definitely has." Snake Eyes nodded.

    "Okay, let's go see this small carpet vendor." Lin Rui whispered, "I hope he can have what we need."

    So, Lin Rui and others visited Halea¡¯s carpet spot.  The shopkeeper brought tea very politely, which was thick black tea brewed with milk, plus Marsala spices and ground ginger; the two waiters followed his instructions and opened up the carpet he thought was the best.

    This is a silk carpet handwoven by craftsmen from the Gom region of Iran. It is 10 feet long and 6 feet wide. It has a dark navy blue background with a silver Persian royal palace pattern, surrounded by flourishing olive branches and lily patterns. The background is  The craftsman's Persian signature is woven into the edge, and it feels soft and smooth without any flaws.

    "This is a double-button weave with 600 lines. It takes a craftsman two years to complete it. I can give you a cheap price." The shop owner Haliya said enthusiastically.

    "Come on Halia, you know why we are looking for you." Snake Eyes shook his head.

    Halia didn¡¯t remember Crazy Horse, but he remembered Snake Eyes. He was stunned and then sighed, "Is it you? I don't do it anymore."

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