Tomb Raiding: The Bloodline of Dragons and Snakes, Starting from the Kunlun Divine Palace

The thought filled Fatty Wang with deep resentment.

Meanwhile, after Wu Yutian informed them, everyone else was mentally prepared.

Fatty Wang wanted to prove himself, so he patted his chest and made a promise.

"Brother Tian, ​​leave the night watch to me, Fatty! Everyone else can just go to sleep!"

"You fatso, are you even capable? If you can't, don't try to be a hero!" Hu Bayi scolded. "I know you too well; you're as strong as an ox in front of others, but as weak as a pig behind closed doors!"

Chapter 84: Damn it, how dare they come knocking on our door?!

“Yeah, Fatty, I saw you looking sleepy just now.” Shirley Yang knew Fatty’s habits.

"After all, I'm our old captain, a representative of the tomb raiding lineage, right?" Hu Bayi touched his tomb raiding talisman, a sense of pride welling up inside him. "Let me keep watch with you on the first shift."

However, Fatty Wang was unmoved and directly refused.

"Get out of the way! Hey Lao Hu, are you looking down on me? This is damaging our camaraderie! Let me tell you! I was saved by Brother Tian's miracle drug, I'm completely transformed! Don't worry about me, leave it to me!"

"I, Fatty Wang, am absolutely confident I can take on this mission!" Fatty Wang continued, patting his chest and promising, "As long as I, Wang Kaixuan, am here, no matter what kind of monsters or demons they are, if they dare to come, I'll send them to report to the King of Hell!"

As he spoke, Fatty Wang patted the small homemade gun tucked behind his waist.

“Hehe.” Peter Huang couldn’t help but laugh. “Your homemade gun is not bad as a starting pistol. It can scare away some cats and dogs, but it probably won’t be able to aim at wild animals tens or hundreds of meters away.”

"Do you want to give it a try?" Fatty Wang was furious and was about to draw his gun when he pulled Hu Bayi back. "Don't be so impulsive. What he said wasn't wrong. You took this mission to keep watch and warn everyone. If you encounter any danger, you can't just act recklessly by yourself. Just call everyone to come up and deal with it together."

“Yes, Fatty, I admire your courage and sense of responsibility,” Uncle Ming said with a smile. “But when it comes to equipment and physical fitness, I still think you are not as good as Peter Huang on my side.”

"Uncle Ming, I don't mind you saying my equipment is bad because you have a lot of money, but what do you mean by saying my physical fitness is inferior to Peter Huang's?!" Fatty Wang suddenly stood up. "Come on, let's see what we're made of!"

"Alright, alright." Shirley Yang pulled Fatty Wang back down. "Sit down properly."

"There are plenty of opportunities to prove your strength. You don't need to waste your energy fighting with your own people."

"Yes!" Wu Yufeng greeted A Xing, "Hurry up and distribute the whole roasted lamb to everyone."

While everyone was in the meeting, Ah Xing was concentrating on making a whole roasted lamb, and then began to break it down into large pieces, distributing them to everyone as Wu Yutian had requested.

“You need to be well-fed to have the strength to deal with wild animals.” Wu Yufeng picked up a leg of lamb and started eating. “I’m telling everyone to be vigilant, but you also need to eat well so that you can be ready to fight at any time.”

“That’s right, Fatty’s too lazy to argue with you guys. Let the starting gun go ahead.” Fatty lost all interest in arguing when he saw the meat and took a big bite. “So satisfying. When you hear the starting gun, remember to get up and help me out!”

“It’s a deal!” Peter Huang fiddled with his Desert Eagle semi-automatic pistol for a moment, then tucked it back into his waistband. “I’ll provide you with the tools you need when the time comes.”

Fatty Wang stared wide-eyed. Of course he recognized this guy; he was definitely not in the same league as his own little homemade gun.

I had heard of this gun before and had seen it on a videotape.

But this is the first time I've seen it in person.

This Desert Eagle was only officially released for sale in 1983.

The Desert Eagle is a hunting pistol released by MRI in 1980.

The prototype gun was completed in 1981, while the final design was completed by IMI.

“We have a Desert Eagle too.” Shirley Yang took off her gun when she saw Fatty Wang’s disappointing attitude. It turned out that she and Peter Huang used the same model.

Then he handed it to the fat man and said, "Fatty, you're on night watch, so you can have my gun for now."

"This, this is too much trouble," the fat man said, embarrassed, but he gripped the gun Shirley Yang had given him tightly, refusing to let go even if it meant death. Then, he smugly said to Peter Huang, "How about that? We have one too! A Desert Eagle! It's not like we haven't played with them before!"

"Tch." Peter Huang snorted. Of course, in terms of equipment, since Shirley Yang came from America, she was naturally no worse than him.

"This is the first .0.357 caliber gun, and it became a highly sought-after item by collectors and gun enthusiasts after its release," Fatty Wang said with obvious delight, before giving everyone a brief explanation.

"In 1979, three people at Manan Research wanted to develop a semi-automatic pistol that could fire .0.357 Magnum revolver cartridges, designed as a target gun and hunting pistol."

"The first prototype was completed in 1981 and unveiled in 1982, which caused a great sensation at the time. The enormous power and beautiful appearance of this .0.357 caliber Magnum semi-automatic pistol aroused great interest among many shooters."

"Then, Manan Research needed to find a large company to manufacture this pistol, and soon they approached IMI. This pistol began to be produced and sold in 1983 as the Desert Eagle manufactured by IMI."

The Desert Eagle's polygonal barrel is precision forged.

The standard size is 6 inches long (152.4 mm), and a 10-inch (254 mm) long barrel is also available.

Shirley Yang's gun is the 6-inch version, while Peter Huang, being tall and strong, chose the 10-inch long-barrel version, which makes it more eye-catching when it is first taken out.

"The barrel is a fixed design and has a scope mounting rail on top, so it is easy to attach various scopes."

Shirley Yang was not to be outdone, and handed her own specially equipped scope to Fatty Wang.

"Haha! This looks much more high-end!" Fatty Wang picked up the Desert Eagle and aimed it into the distance.

“It’s just a pistol, even with a scope it’s still just a pistol,” Peter Huang muttered. “It’s fine for self-defense, but you’d actually use a pistol to shoot at a 100-meter target.”

Generally, people using pistols only shoot at targets 20 to 30 meters away; the further away the target is, the greater the error.

“That’s not necessarily true.” Shirley Yang, a descendant of the Mountain Moving family, took the pistol, held it in her hand, and aimed it at the rocks a hundred meters away.

"This large-caliber pistol was originally used for target practice. It has a range of over 100 meters. There are also rumors that someone used an extended barrel to shoot down a deer 200 meters away, so it was also sold as a hunting pistol."

"Hmph, what a boastful girl." Peter Huang uses a rifle to shoot at a target at 100 meters, and shooting with a pistol at 200 meters is unheard of.

"Bang!" Shirley Yang pulled the trigger, and a fist-sized rock a hundred meters away shattered!

Peter Huang has good eyesight, so he can see clearly.

"This? It really works?" I didn't expect the guns I collected to have such power.

Even with my own extended-barreled gun, I couldn't achieve that level of shooting skill.

It seems that this tomb-raiding trio is indeed a force to be reckoned with.

Peter Huang had always been dissatisfied with Hu Bayi and the others because Uncle Ming had spent a lot of money hiring the three of them.

Peter Huang felt that he could handle the security issues himself; all the other party needed was Hu Bayi, who knew feng shui. At worst, they could add Shirley Yang, who was also cultured.

In his eyes, Fatty Wang, who appeared lying flat and suffering from corpse poison, was just a glutton who was wasting food.

Unexpectedly, the other party, a woman, was more skilled at handling firearms than he was.

Since they have surpassed me in the use of pistols, Hu Bayi and Fatty Wang's strength may not be underestimated.

The Desert Eagle has terrifying recoil, but Shirley Yang didn't feel much discomfort in her hands at all, which means that her wrist and arm strength are no less than that of an adult man.

A Desert Eagle .0.45 caliber rifle weighs 2 kilograms unloaded, making it too heavy for many shorter people, let alone women.

The person who used this gun was jokingly called a gun tester. It was said that only people weighing 80 kilograms could use it properly, which shows how strong the recoil was.

Judging from Shirley Yang's physique, she would weigh no more than 60 kilograms, probably around 55 kilograms at most, yet she has the gun control of a man weighing nearly 80 kilograms.

"Alright, everyone, stop arguing." Wu Yutian finished his mutton. "Everyone, get some rest. I think Fatty can handle it."

After thinking about it for a moment, I realized that my gaze just now might have indeed startled the other party.

No matter how strong the opponent is, they should be hesitant and won't launch a full-scale attack anytime soon.

There will only be some initial testing, and the initial period should be relatively safe.

We can replace Fatty Wang later.

"Go back, everyone!" Fatty Wang tucked both pistols into his waistband, patted them, and said, "Fatty now has two pistols in hand. Everyone has seen the power of these new guns, so you can rest assured!"

Everyone agreed that this made sense; if a jackal or something really did appear, the Desert Eagle's performance just now should have been more than enough to kill one.

According to Shirley Yang, it's even possible to kill a deer 200 meters away!

Judging from her past behavior, she probably doesn't exaggerate.

So everyone returned to their tents one after another.

At this moment, the area around the campfire near the tent suddenly became empty.

Swoosh~ Swoosh~

All that could be heard was the sound of the biting wind howling, and the flames flickered accordingly.

Under the quiet night sky, Fatty Wang, who had been so full of vigor just moments before, couldn't hold out for more than an hour before he started to feel apprehensive.

"Damn it, you better behave yourself!" Fatty Wang muttered to himself, as if some monster was watching him from all sides, warning the other party, "Tonight, let's keep to ourselves."

"If we've accidentally wandered into your territory, just turn a blind eye and I'll leave first thing tomorrow morning!"

"Friendly exchanges bring prosperity; we're not afraid of big conflicts!"

"I, Fatty, am not to be trifled with when I have two guns in hand!" Fatty Wang said, as he habitually took off his small homemade gun and started cleaning it.

This gun doesn't have a burst fire function, let alone any accuracy, but it has helped me achieve a lot.

Once inside the confined space of a cemetery, range and accuracy become less important.

As long as it feels good and reacts quickly, that's fine.

Fatty Wang muttered to himself, secretly encouraging himself.

Suddenly, a noise woke up Fatty Wang, who was getting so bored he was about to fall asleep.

"Who?!" Fatty Wang became alert, picked up his small homemade gun, and stood up crouching low.

look around.

"Damn it, how dare they come here?!"

Chapter 85: The Mind's Eye Detects, Its Two Feet Approach

The fat man was startled and pointed his small homemade gun directly at the ground.