Mercenary’s War
Chapter 562 - 562 557 Eliminate Gunfire

562: Chapter 557: Eliminate Gunfire 562: Chapter 557: Eliminate Gunfire Arilan and his son didn’t look alike at all.

Jack was very fat, with a large build, and what’s critical was his distinctive appearance: bald with a big beard, and covered in tattoos.

Arilan Moson, on the other hand, was slender with a suit and dress shoes.

In short, there was absolutely no resemblance between the two in terms of build, appearance, or dressing and demeanor.

Arilan Moson approached everyone with two shotguns in hand and placed them on the table.

Smiling, he said, “Hello everyone, I didn’t know Jack had friends over.

I’m Arilan Moson, pleased to meet you all.”

After shaking hands with Gao Yang and the others, Arilan turned to Jack and said, “I’ve finished the shotgun you asked for.

The M1014 has been lightened, now weighing 5.7 pounds, which is the limit.

Any lighter would require aluminum, but that’s not as strong as titanium.

Also, based on the data you provided, I shortened the stock and barrel further.

Overall, this is a shotgun suitable for combat.

As for the Benelli Vinci, I only made some modifications for long-range accuracy, without much else changed.”

The so-called M1014 is the U.S.

Army military version of the Benelli M4, featuring a folding stock and a shortened barrel compared to the M4, resulting in reduced weight.

Arilan Moson further lightened and shortened it.

For Gao Yang, who often had to carry a Benelli M4, a lighter, shorter, and more portable shotgun was certainly super good news.

As for the Benelli Vinci, it’s a semi-automatic shotgun mainly used for hunting.

It has a longer barrel and is more accurate, definitely having an advantage over the Benelli M4 in long-distance shooting accuracy.

Jack picked up a Benelli Vinci and after examining it, he asked, “If shooting at clay targets from a distance of eighty meters, would the accuracy suffice?”

Arilan Moson smiled and replied, “Son, you’ve asked a rather unintelligent question.

If this gun doesn’t shoot accurately, then the problem definitely lies with the shooter, not the gun.

Jack, I’m curious.

Why such a rush for shotguns?

You’ve never asked for my help before.”

Jack nonchalantly responded, “It’s nothing big, just made a bet with Gunfire Studio for a three-gun competition.

Whoever loses has to avoid the other whenever they meet.”

Arilan immediately furrowed his brow and asked, “Gunfire from Seattle?”

“That’s right, Seattle’s Gunfire.

Remember that rough guy from the nationwide Elite Shooting Competition?

The one who was very dismissive of you?”

Arilan frowned and said, “Of course I remember that idiot.

Tell me what’s going on.

Why wasn’t I informed about the bet?”

Jack shrugged and replied, “I wasn’t planning to tell you, but I needed your help to make a better shotgun, so I decided it’d be best to let you know.”

Arilan shook his head and said, “No, what I mean is, why would you bet with that idiot?”

Jack sneered and responded, “That bastard challenged me to a three-gun match.

You know, movement is my weakness, and I lost.

I don’t want to be laughed at, especially since they beat me by exploiting my size, yet claimed that the guns from Allian Mossen Studio weren’t as good as Gunfire’s.

They used my defeat in a single three-gun competition to make a point, so I decided to teach them a lesson.

I’ve invited many witnesses, the Gunsmith Association, IDPA, the organizers of the West Coast Shooting Championship—quite a lot of people.

The bet is that whoever loses must disappear from any gun shows and competitions the other is participating in.”

Arilan Moson furrowed his brow and said, “Jack, this is a major stake.

This concerns the honor of our studio; we absolutely can’t afford to lose!

You should’ve told me sooner; this competition isn’t just about the guns.”

Jack shrugged and said, “You’re right, the shooter is more important.

What’s certain is that Gunfire will definitely find someone to substitute for them in the competition.

I was planning to ask a three-gun expert, but my friend happened to be in town, and he has the time, so I asked him to represent our studio in the match.”

Arilan looked towards Gao Yang and the others, speaking solemnly, “I’m guessing these are the friends who are going to help?”

Jack pointed at Gao Yang and introduced, “Let me introduce you, Gao Yang, or you can call him Ram.

Remember the Blade of Satan I made?

It was for him.”

Arilan nodded at Gao Yang with curiosity and said, “Mr.

Gao, thank you very much for your help, but, I apologize, I don’t seem to have seen you at any major competitions.

Do you have any other names or nicknames?”

Gao Yang chuckled and shook his head, “No, it’s normal that you haven’t seen me, because I’ve never been involved in three-gun competitions before.”

Arilan hesitated for a moment and then apologized with a regretful face, “Sorry, I don’t doubt your ability, and I trust Jack’s judgment, but this competition is a big deal for our studio.

If you’ve just started participating in three-gun competitions, it seems, a bit rash, um, could you show me your skills?

You know, this competition is indeed very important to us.”

Arilan’s request wasn’t unreasonable, and Gao Yang didn’t take it to heart.

He nodded and said with a smile, “Sure, I was just about to test my new gun.

You can watch and maybe give me some pointers.”

Jack also had a lot of confidence and laughed heartily, “Ram, show my dad what you’ve got, surprise him.”

Gao Yang loaded the shotgun with ammunition and then fired a few shots.

Although the shotgun made for combat was lighter, it struggled a bit with targets at a distance of eighty meters.

The Vinci, on the other hand, was a different story.

With its long barrel and modifications for accuracy, it easily hit targets at eighty meters.

Jack was very considerate.

In the situation where he couldn’t modify Gao Yang’s usual guns to be both combat-appropriate and competition-ready, he sought out his dad.

After creating a specially modified shotgun for the competition for Gao Yang, he also built a gun for Gao Yang’s combat use.

After getting familiar with the new gun, Gao Yang promptly demonstrated his shooting prowess to Arilan.

With a pistol, shotgun, and finally a rifle, by the time he had completed an entire shooting sequence and returned to Arilan’s side, Arilan was silent.

After watching Gao Yang for a long time, Arilan wanted to speak but hesitated, and ultimately, he didn’t say anything to Gao Yang.

Instead, he suddenly turned to look at Jack and said in a stern voice, “Whom else have you invited?”

After Jack named a few people, Arilan shook his head and said, “Not influential enough.

Son, since you’ve decided to firmly establish Gunfire, you can’t just invite these people.

They might have some influence in Portland or on the West Coast, but nationwide, they don’t carry enough weight.”

Jack shrugged and said, “I can only invite them, I don’t know as many people as you do.”

Arilan Moson smiled.

For some reason, Gao Yang found that smile, how should he put it, rather cruel.

After smiling, Arilan said cheerfully, “All right, you continue organizing the competition.

I’ll go invite some people.

Have the time and place been set?”

“They’ve been set.

Gunfire originally requested the competition take place at the Tullesen Shooting Range in Seattle, but I felt they were too familiar with that place.

So, I switched the venue to the Kail Shooting Range in Los Angeles, the time is ten days from now at ten o’clock in the morning.”

Arilan snapped his fingers and said with a smile, “Good, at least they won’t be able to tamper with the shooting range.”

Jack shrugged and asked, “Who do you plan to invite?”

Arilan laughed, “I’ll invite everyone I can, you don’t need to worry about it.”

After saying that, Arilan extended his hand to Gao Yang, and after shaking hands with him, he said with a beaming smile, “Mr.

Gao, I am honored to have you help our studio in battle.

I am very grateful for your assistance, and I must express my thanks to you.”

Seeing Arilan’s demeanor and hearing his words, Gao Yang knew that his performance was satisfactory; at least Arilan also believed he was capable.

After courteously expressing his gratitude to Gao Yang, Arilan clenched his fist and said through gritted teeth, “Those sons of bitches from Gunfire, their guns are decent, I admit that, but those bastards are too despicable.

Now’s a good opportunity – I never want to see those bastards again, so, take them down, tear them apart, and make sure they can never hold their heads high again.

Make them tuck their tails between their legs and roll back to Seattle, never daring to show their faces again!” (To be continued.

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