Pigeon, with a fine gun in his hands, couldn't pay attention to his boss's jesting. Clasping the finely made MK20, he caressed the gun's sharply defined body and said, "Boss, this gun was just equipped by the US Special Forces the year before last...

How did you get your hands on something like this?"

Mountain Eagle waved his hand indifferently and said, "These guns have their cheap and expensive ones; for many people, buying guns is a difficult task.

But for the violent institutions under a country, they are the clients that all the major gun factories in the world want to win over.

Not only do they sell, but the first batch has to be meticulously selected high-quality goods, and they have to come with a discount."

Speaking of which, Mountain Eagle looked at Tessa, who was helping to unpack handgun cases on the side, and said with a smile, "If you don't believe it, you can ask Miss Tessa. She never finds anything special about these things."

Tessa took out a SIG Sauer P226, played with it in her hand, checked the magazine, and after trying the trigger pull, she shook her head disdainfully and said, "You men are really strange...

Guns are just tools, what's the use of having so many at home?"

Saying this, Tessa placed the P226 on the dining table and shook her head, "Without expert tuning, this kind of gun is just not good to use!

What is all this stuff?"

Tessa's mannerism of a wealthy family left Mountain Eagle at a loss for words...

He didn't think that Tessa was trying to throw cold water on purpose...

Just like men can't understand why women need to buy so many handbags and shoes, she likewise couldn't understand why Mountain Eagle would buy so many different models of guns all at once.

This girl, who had grown up following her elders around at the shooting range and using custom weapons, saw guns as merely tools.

For her, the brand of the tool was not important; what mattered was how it looked and whether it was convenient to use - that was her only criterion for judgment.

The magazine of a new gun is still made of metal, and the trigger pull is a bit too heavy, so naturally, she would disdain it.

Just like men love to see women dressed beautifully, but always complain that women spend too much time on their outfits.

Tessa didn't hate guns, but she couldn't understand why Mountain Eagle bothered with these fancy but impractical things.

Mountain Eagle was very satisfied with his possessions, so he wouldn't argue with Tessa over this kind of issue...

Because he himself had all sorts of custom tools and accessories. He might not reach the level of a custom master, but he was capable of tuning these newly-manufactured weapons to a comfortable level for himself.

He had always felt that he had nothing to do at night, and that watching TV and learning Thai was too inefficient in terms of time usage.

Rather than sitting on the sofa and talking to himself, it was better to find something he liked to do. That wouldn't delay anything and could even make him a bit happier.

Now isn't that great?

Seeing Tessa unpacking gifts without a trace of surprise, Mountain Eagle stood up with a smile, put his arm around her shoulder, and said, "How about helping with sorting the bullets?

I've already made labels on the gun cabinet; you're in charge of putting different calibers of ammunition in there.

Some of these ammunitions are not seen in Thailand; take a good look at the instruction manuals. Tomorrow we'll take some out and find a place nearby to test them."

After listening, Tessa suddenly slapped her forehead, bent down, and rummaged through the pile of gun cases, then placed two black gun cases on the dining table and said, "These I asked Uncle Caiman to custom-make for you. It's been a long time, and it was only completed yesterday.

Take a look, I think you will definitely like them."

Curious, Mountain Eagle opened the little box and took out a new CZ75 Phantom handgun...

This gun was very similar to the one Mountain Eagle currently used, which was 10mm caliber, but this one clearly took his hand shape into account, with the grip noticeably enlarged and lengthened...

There was an extra small rail under the gun muzzle for mounting a flashlight or laser pointer.

At the back of the slide was an ingeniously designed mount for sights, which could be used with optics and, if not in use, served as a notch-type mechanical sight.

At the gun muzzle, you could mount a competition-style recoil reducer, and the steel magazines were clearly custom-made to fit the enlarged grip and could hold 17 rounds of 10mm bullets.

The trigger pull was a little heavier than the one Mountain Eagle had before, but the safety was actually really improved.

Mountain Eagle could feel that the core of the modifications of this gun was tactical enforcement, but the master Caiman couldn't suppress his inspiration or, to say, habit, lending many competitive elements to the gun.

Although some features were a bit superfluous to Mountain Eagle, overall, whether in terms of aesthetics or functionality, this gun was stronger than the original one, and it was a gift...

Mountain Eagle nodded in satisfaction, inserted the gun into its matching holster, and directly placed it on the cabinet at the entrance, indicating he would take it with him when he left the house. Then he lifted the lid of another black case...

A pure black Benelli M4, and a very classic Benelli Citori over-under double-barreled shotgun...

The Benelli M4 was of course a classic good gun, but the Benelli Citori was truly something worth collecting.

The carved walnut stock and grip, along with the inscribed barrel...

This item, if it were worn, would only belong in the trash pile, but if it's a new gun and the patterns are beautifully designed, most people would want to find a glass case to cover it.

So classic!

Opening the gun to check the barrels, Mountain Eagle closed it and then held the gun in an aiming position, joyfully stating, "I like it..."

Seeing that Mountain Eagle liked it, Tessa said happily, "There should also be a clay pigeon thrower here. You don't have to wander outside anymore; I'll accompany you to shoot clay pigeons on the mountain.

I practiced for a while when I was young and wanted to participate in sports meets and such. I gave up later when the coach said I wasn't suited for long guns.

If you don't know how to do it, I can teach you!"

Mountain Eagle was amused by Tessa's little trick. He nodded with a smile and said, "Then let's give it a try tomorrow...

Just in time after buying so many guns, each of us can pick two favorites, and I'll take you to the Old Gun Club's range to have some fun.

It hasn't been open for a while, so we'll go there and fire a few shots, letting people around know that the Old Gun Club isn't closed."

As Mountain Eagle spoke, he looked at Tessa, who was glaring at him. He laughed and said, "The doctor told me I need to stay active, and I'm not doing anything excessive. I'm taken around by car so it doesn't tire me out."

Having finished speaking, Mountain Eagle carefully placed the guns related to Tessa into a specialized gun cabinet...

A CZ75, a Benelli M2, a Benelli M4, a Benelli Citori - all with their dedicated gun cases - filled one compartment just right.

Mountain Eagle purposefully placed a set of police uniforms in another compartment, a set of combat uniforms from the 191st Squadron, along with various police accessories and tactical gear, and filled the cabinet.

After locking the cabinet and changing the password, he deliberately let Tessa see that the cabinet's code was set to her birthday, February 14th. After flattering her until she beamed with joy, he pushed on her shoulders and said, "Samantha is our guest; take her around the area, breathe some fresh air, and tonight I'll cook something nice to treat them."

Once he had sent off the girls who weren't interested in weapons, Mountain Eagle rubbed his hands vigorously and laid out two gun cases containing the HK416 and HK417. He said to the Butcher, "Come on, they're gone, now it's our time..."

Butcher helped Mountain Eagle unpack the HK416 and then, while checking the gun and fitting accessories, furrowed his brow and said, "I don't like these gas-operated rifles; the short-stroke ones are a bit better, but I still don't like them...

I've always thought AKs are the best rifles, and the AK-105 you gave me is the best model I've ever used."

Looking at Butcher's dejected expression, Mountain Eagle shook his head helplessly and said, "Nobody likes to get a face full of gunpowder when firing, but you have to admit, this rifle looks really cool."

Butcher, neither agreeing nor disagreeing, just shook his head and said, "I think it's quite ordinary!

NATO rifles do have certain advantages in range and accuracy, but when it comes to close-quarters firepower and lethality, Russian-made rifles are better.

On a real battlefield, the role of a rifle is much less than we imagine; for infantry sweeping buildings, AK is definitely more convenient."

Mountain Eagle was convinced by Butcher so much that the HK416 in his hands didn't seem appealing anymore. He shook his head somewhat helplessly and said, "We won't be running to someplace like Groniz to fight for our lives. Besides, getting familiar with these advanced weapons is always a good thing.

We might have more teammates in the future; we've got to respect their preferences..."

"Small unit tactics require ammo standardization for assault men; otherwise, it's going to be a hassle..."

As Butcher spoke, he saw Mountain Eagle's guest-sending gesture, zipped his mouth shut, and took on the task of loading the bullets, no longer joining the others in opening the 'gift boxes'.

Mountain Eagle put the not-so-exciting HK416 aside and opened another case, taking out a camouflaged recon version of the HK417...

This heavy rifle, firing 7.62mm bullets, was right up Mountain Eagle's aesthetic alley. Its accurate range of around 600 meters could fill the gap between the assault men's and Pigeon the sniper's firing ranges.

Of course, Mountain Eagle still hadn't found the right personnel...

But since he was currently injured, it was natural to shift his position to the rear, so temporarily taking on the role of a designated marksman could be doable.

Anna was baiting with her body; Mountain Eagle said he didn't care, but how could he really ignore it?

Regardless of what ended up happening on Anna's end, he would still need to get involved in the fight when it occurred, only this time he had decided to stay farther away.

For Mountain Eagle, the HK417 was the best choice for becoming proficient in a short amount of time.

Watching Pigeon eyeing the classic German G93, Mountain Eagle laughed and said, "If you like it, take them all. Try it out tomorrow, and then you'll know which rifle suits you best.

Range, accuracy, firing rate, power – you have to pick the most suitable sniper rifle according to your habits and needs.

Of course, choosing the coolest one is never a mistake!"

Pigeon got excited upon hearing this and said, "Boss, can I pick any?"

Mountain Eagle shrugged his shoulders and said, "Of course, these guns were bought to be used. Guns without users are the ones that get collected."

Mountain Eagle's generous statement made Daria nearby exclaim with joy, "Boss, can we pick anything we want too?"

Mountain Eagle glanced at the bikini-clad sisters. He gestured and said, "As long as you help me get all these sorted out, you can take as many guns as you can carry."

Daria and her sisters exchanged glances and harmoniously picked two delicate Makarov Pistols, two UMP45s, and two SIG MPXs...

Daria, somewhat unfamiliarly, operated the SIG MPX, then said to Mountain Eagle, "Along with the AK-105, they're enough for us.

I really like this gun; it's quiet, yet its stopping power is decent – perfect for us."

Mountain Eagle waved his hand nonchalantly and said, "As long as you like it, that's good. If you're not familiar with it, practice more. It has a very low recoil and is easy to handle."

Hearing this, Daria frowned at Mountain Eagle and said, "Boss, are you hiding something from us?

It seems like you're in a rush to get us combat-ready...

You're supposed to be recovering!"

Mountain Eagle shook his head and said, "I'm not in a hurry, but just because I'm not looking for trouble doesn't mean trouble won't find me.

It's always good to be prepared!"

............

While Mountain Eagle and the others were busy opening their 'gift boxes' at home, a minor commotion occurred at Ao Nan Beach...

A battered body was washed up on the sand, terrifying a few tourists who were playing by the sea.

Luo Yang and Marta arrived at the scene immediately upon receiving the report, then Marta embarrassingly threw up on Luo Yang's shoes...

Looking at the clearly Caucasian corpse, Marta wiped the corner of her mouth and said, "What do we do, should we inform the boss?"

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