I, Rambo, is 62 years old this year, just finished playing a Rocky originally wanted to enjoy the blessings of this tropical town, but still that sentence, a day for Rambo for life for Rambo, it is impossible to enjoy the old age, as for what moths have happened this time, we walk and see.
Or an ordinary day, I frolicked with cobras for a day, a group of priests who don't know where to come from are planning to send medicine to the Burmese war zone, are these people with their brains clipped to the door or with their brains, people are fighting, you go to send medicine to preach? I directly advised them to roll, but looking at the sincere eyes of this little sister, alas, I still had to take this job, although I knew that the result was already obvious.
Do you say that the shore was intercepted by the pirates before they arrived, and see what antiques the pirates were holding? Walter P38? What international joke are you making, the latest batch will be traced back to 1945 production, although it is said that it is all with 9 * 19mm universal pistol bullets, but this gun can hit a miracle. Seeing these Iraqi-colored equipment on the other side, the old man and I were not provoked in an instant.
The old man pulled out my 1911 as an output to let you know who you were messing with.
Grandpa I this pole 1911 or customized version, and the outside of the road goods are different, the bullet capacity caliber has not changed much, lighter trigger plus a grip at a fire protection, has proved its unique.
Under my strong persuasion, this pair of people still led the crowd to Huangquan Road, and it was no longer a rut.
In the blink of an eye, the dead captives of the dead prisoners, in other words, you warlords are also too dedicated, all day long here and there fight, is there no double rest? Although it was not the colonel looking for me this time, the pastor was also an official, okay, let's go.
What the hell, the priest not only invited me but also a bunch of mercenaries? mercenary? The gang also said that I was a fierce character, I was a boat driver, and the priest was a fierce character... But to be honest, this gang of people is okay with equipment, but people, not badly.
This mercenary leader's highly recognizable shotgun is not a Remington, its big name is Mossburg 500 pump shotgun, 12 caliber adapted to a variety of ammunition, although this brother seems to have switched to ak47 later, but this gun is still quite good.
This guy uses this gun is also quite interesting, DS Arm company produced a gun called SA58, I don't know much about it, it seems that it is not too standard weapon, playing 7.62 * 51mm bullets, the original is a 20-round magazine, it seems that this brother is more local, but also changed a large capacity, how to say, wish the ability to protect him to the end.
However, this gang of instigators watched a bunch of bandits take their lives and actually did not come out to shoot a shot, and the key time was that the old man took my Martin Cougar II compound bow and killed these slag army bandits with a few arrows. This bow combines the lightness of the recurve bow with the stability of the compound bow seamlessly, and Grandpa likes it very much.
The next step was the rescue operation, although the operation was still about the same action, but the little brother who graduated from the sniper school sincerely admired what kind of enthusiasm drove him to carry a 12.7 * 99mm caliber Barrett M107 weighing 13 kilograms to fight guerrillas. As far as I know from experience, this gun was designed to counter-vehicle at the beginning, but later it felt that it had a miraculous effect for long-range sniping, and the farthest kill record was about 2km, but at close range... It's really watchable to play.
In the end, there is no doubt that the chaotic operation of all the strange heroes pushed the entire rescue operation to the bottleneck, and finally the grandfather was still asked to clean up this mess, what is the divine weapon to clean up the mess? Of course, this Browning M2 heavy machine gun, don't look at it like me is already an old guy left over from the Vietnam War and even World War II, but the bullets hit are of the same caliber as the Barrett mentioned above, you read it right, it is such a high-velocity large-caliber violent gun, under its muzzle, to ensure that there is no "complete enemy".
After firing the machine gun, Rambo seemed to have reached the peak of his life in rescuing and attacking the warlord, and after becoming disgusted with my current life, I returned to my own horse farm for a rest. About going to fight with a bunch of big bosses and digging tunnels in their own homes to anger Mexican gangsters? That's another story, but if you're interested in the story before I washed my hands in the golden basin, you might as well look forward to it.