National Breakout: My firearms proficiency is at full level

Chapter 283 A complete show

After all, the people in the random team were of varying quality, and Zhang Yang did not have high expectations for them.

As long as they don't stab me in the back, it will be fine.

"Let's go, let's go to the shop to restock some grenades."

Preparations for any battle must be made.

Zhang Yang bought two firecrackers, two offensive bombs, two pineapples, two shock bombs, and eight smoke bombs.

"Master, aren't we fake tanks? Why do we need to carry so many smoke bombs?" Nanqiang was a little puzzled. Logically, they could just buy two smoke bombs to make it look like they were carrying one. Buying too many would not be of much help to them.

"We just don't have T for now, what if we have it later? Besides, do I need to see where he is when I kill someone?"

Zhang Yang had already planned for various possibilities.

The worst case scenario is that when the rain stops and the weather clears up, their teammates are killed and they are attacked from all sides in the jungle.

Lighting more cigarettes at this time can maximize their chances of escape.

"That's right." Nanqiang almost forgot about his master's marksmanship. His worries were indeed unnecessary.

"Why did you only bring 45 this time? It's not enough to spend." Zhang Yang also bought a five-armor set and a large bomb hang.

20 for the fifth armor and 2 for bombs.

The price of grenades here is the same as in his previous life. After Zhang Yang bought all the equipment and grenades, he only had about 7 left.

"How dare you say that? You didn't bring any with you!" Nanqiang put his hands on his hips, also convinced.

Boom boom——

In an instant, the lead-gray sky was torn apart by thunder and lightning, and the original drizzle suddenly turned into a downpour.

Every drop of rain was like an icy bullet, penetrating through layers of branches and leaves, splashing water on the ground.

"Oh my god, the rain is getting heavier." Nanqiang quickly opened an umbrella to cover himself and his master.

"It seems that the rain won't stop for a while." Zhang Yang was a little excited at this moment.

Thunderstorms are a bad thing for most people in the jungle, but they are a good thing for their T team.

Next, they don’t have to worry about visibility at all. As long as they step into the jungle, they can welcome their hunting moment.

"Thugs, when are we going to set off? It's been a long time since the departure time!" An escort team consisting of many mercenary groups gathered at the edge of the square.

They all frowned, hesitating whether to set off.

But a businessman nearby couldn't keep his cool anymore.

"If you don't leave, return the money and I'll find someone else to protect you!"

"Don't you see it's raining heavily now? The T teams of each post station have probably already set off with great enthusiasm!" The thug did not tolerate the businessman and scolded him fiercely.

They are here to make money, not to die.

Few fighters would resort to extreme tactics in such weather conditions.

After all, your own life is more important.

"No, I will be fined if my goods don't arrive on time. Can you please leave quickly?" Seeing that his persuasion was not working, the businessman immediately begged.

Zhang Yang and Nanqiang, who were nearby, saw this scene with complicated expressions.

These are the businessmen on the mainland. They have no ability to protect themselves and have almost no say.

But they still have to run around day and night for a little money.

"You can leave, but you have to pay more! At least double it!" The thug shook off the boss's begging hand and stood aside with his arms folded across his chest.

"I'll add 10!" The businessman seemed to be in a real hurry. The cost of his truck was much higher than this price, so he had no choice but to increase the price.

"It's so dark." Nanqiang stopped looking there and turned back to complain quietly:

"The time and price were clearly agreed upon, but these thugs are too arrogant."

"There's nothing we can do. The thugs are also afraid of thermal imaging, but they are so well-equipped that they actually have the capital to give it a try." Zhang Yang never makes subjective comments on such things. It has nothing to do with him anyway.

"Is it almost time, brothers? It's our time."

Vito Reilly was in much better spirits when he returned from the commercial street, as if every cell in his body was beating.

He examined the fully modified sister control in his hand and pulled down the T7 mask.

really.

In this world, masks and thermal imaging can coexist.

Vito Reilly wore the DK03 mask on the 8 helmet and activated the thermal imager in front.

In real life, these two are not actually in conflict. If you want, the Ares head can also be equipped with thermal imaging.

This is not allowed due to game balance considerations.

"Get started!" Zhang Yang pulled down the "thermal imaging device" in an imitative manner, and Nanqiang did the same.

Gotha and Belick had also made preparations long ago, with an M4 and an AX, which looked really like the real deal at first glance.

Compared to their guns, the gun in Nanqiang's hand is more sophisticated.

At first glance, it looks like a fully modified M4, but it is actually a high-end M16.

Zhang Yang used the remaining money to personally modify the south wall.

As a fake T, he has to do the whole act.

However, a few 995 rounds were still loaded.

Zhang Yang himself is a short-barreled Pharaoh. For him, this gun can solve 99% of his troubles.

The five-member team all wore T-shirts, and this behavior attracted the attention of many pedestrians nearby.

"Oh my god, thermal imaging!"

"Team T, luckily they didn't start."

"Hiss, hiss, they are all fully modified guns. Those guys rushing through the jungle are in danger."

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The leather boots stepped on the rain-soaked mud, leaving a trail of muddy footprints.

The mud kicked up by the heels splashed down the back of the trouser legs, adding new color to the camouflage pattern on the upper part.

In this wet world, the trees are like giant ghosts, stretching out their twisted branches as if to strangle all life.

From time to time, there was a rustling sound in the wet grass, which made people suspicious.

In the shadows, pairs of eyes flashing with ferocity quietly emerged.

Those were the ferocious wolves commonly seen in the Doze River. Their muscles were tense as they assumed a hunting posture, their fangs gleaming coldly in the reflection of lightning.