Ultimate Firepower
Chapter 375 - 357 Untitled

Chapter 375: Chapter 357 Untitled

Just using gun oil and brush for simple cleaning seemed to be ineffective. Although the gun oil could remove the gunpowder residue produced after shooting and some other difficult-to-remove dirt, it did not seem to work well for microscopic dust that was nearly invisible to the naked eye.

Moreover, Gao Yi had brought only a small bottle of gun oil, and it was impossible for him to give his beloved gun a thorough and deep cleaning.

Moreover, simple gun cleaning Gao Yi could handle, but he was not skilled in deep maintenance.

However, there was a very good candidate here, Donkey.

Donkey might not be a gunsmith, but he definitely had a deep understanding of guns, so Gao Yi did not intend to be polite with Donkey.

"Hey, Donkey, can you come and help me with something?"

Gao Yi called Donkey with a walkie-talkie, and Donkey did not make Gao Yi wait long; he soon arrived in Gao Yi’s room.

As he entered Gao Yi’s door, Donkey politely asked, "What do you need?"

Donkey had changed into clean clothes, and his face, washed clean of blood, sported a bandage around his neck and a plaster on his cheek, but he seemed unencumbered in his movements.

"Is your injury all right?"

"It’s just some minor cuts. I can’t even feel the pain."

Donkey probably thought he was needed for a mission, so he quickly assured that his injuries were no issue. However, looking at the setup in Gao Yi’s room, he felt it might not be the case.

"That’s good. Take a look at my pistol, find out what’s wrong with it, and if you can, could you clean it thoroughly for me?"

Donkey had an epiphany, glanced at the pistol parts on Gao Yi’s desk, and after hesitating for a moment, finally couldn’t help saying, "A gun is a weapon, but also a partner. If possible, it’s best to take care of it yourself. Of course, if you’re not very good at it, I can teach you—no, I mean, I can help you."

Donkey really couldn’t bear it; he still advised Gao Yi indirectly to treat his gun a little better and take it more to heart.

Gao Yi laughed, "I know, but I’m not very skilled at it."

Gao Yi cleared the space on the desk, and Donkey sat in front of it. He looked at the parts Gao Yi had already dismantled and the first thing he said was, "This is truly a perfect piece of art, precision at its finest, like the F1 in cars."

After praising Li Jie’s craftsmanship a bit, Donkey’s tone shifted, "But, as fast as an F1 race car is, it can’t be driven off the track. A regular road might even damage an expensive race car’s chassis, let alone drive it somewhere with no roads at all, Hammer God. I really don’t mean to critique your choices, but... I think... your choice of gun... well..."

Donkey’s hesitant yet daring demeanor was heart-wrenching; men as unruly as him should be living freely, not cautiously tagging along like a modest wife over money.

Gao Yi sighed, "What you’re saying is correct, I know it’s correct, but I have no choice, because my gun skills are built around this gun. If I change it, then I won’t shoot accurately, you understand?"

Donkey was stunned, "How can that be possible, there’s no such thing."

Gao Yi could only spread his hands, "Everyone is different, just help me clean the gun. I won’t take it to battle anymore, but if I must solve a problem with a gun, then I can only use this one. After all, I am actually an assassin."

Donkey was speechless.

He picked up the barrel, sighing, "It truly is a beautiful masterpiece, must be very expensive. If I have the chance, I’m going to make one too, not for competitions or use, but for collecting."

"This is my brother’s work, oh, you know a lot about guns, I’ve used your gun, it’s very good. So, did you make your gun yourself?"

"I modified it myself."

Donkey didn’t rush to clean; he observed each component carefully, and earnestly said, "If I wasn’t a mercenary, I would definitely be a professional gunsmith by now, I love guns."

Gao Yi laughed, "That wish of yours seems quite easy to achieve, if you really retire, I’ll get you a job."

Donkey glanced at Gao Yi and said earnestly, "My dream is to become a firearms designer, like a master designer such as Kalashnikov. I hope to design a groundbreaking weapon, a great rifle! A rifle that could be officially adopted and recognized worldwide like the AK47."

Gao Yi was taken aback and said, "Really, that’s quite the ambitious dream."

Donkey sighed, "Yes, it’s very difficult, almost impossible, because there are many types of guns, but bullets don’t change. The mainstream calibers now are 5.45 and 5.56, and after the potential of ammunition has been fully exploited, it’s no longer possible to create a revolutionary rifle."

Gao Yi casually said, "Then design a new bullet."

Donkey paused, looked at Gao Yi, was about to say something, but then realized that Gao Yi was a military layman and decisively gave up on explaining.

Gao Yi didn’t realize he was being looked down on, he just continued, "Designing a rifle and matching bullets that you think are more suited to modern warfare sounds good, doesn’t it?"

"It’s not that easy..."

Donkey said with a bitter smile, then couldn’t help adding, "There’s no perfect weapon or ammunition, only trade-offs. The most important thing is, only powerful countries that can influence the whole world get to decide what standards to adopt. Even if a caliber and weapon are perfect, they won’t be adopted without sufficient quantity. Forget it, I was just talking."

Gao Yi curiously asked, "Did you study firearms design?"

"No, just interested. I studied mechanics, not firearms."

"Then did you learn it in the military?"

"Well, I first worked at the Izhevsk Mechanical Plant for two and a half years, but my job wasn’t to make guns on the production line, instead, I maintained the production line that made the guns. Then I felt I wasn’t suited to be a technician, so I enlisted in the military. After that, I joined the Parachute 76th Division 104th Parachute Regiment. I served for six years and retired as a lieutenant. When I retired, I was a platoon leader, I never commanded more than thirty people, so when I became a mercenary later, my team never exceeded thirty people."

Gao Yi merely asked casually, but Donkey took Gao Yi’s small talk as prying and voluntarily and consciously shared his complete background.

Actually, Gao Yi wasn’t that curious.

Gao Yi’s point of interest shifted, he asked with interest, "Then why do they call you Donkey?"

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Donkey looked at Gao Yi in surprise, hesitated a bit, and said, "I don’t know, maybe because... my... that thing is big?"

Gao Yi was stupefied, he felt that what he heard and judged should be correct.

Donkey continued, "My comrades in the army started calling me that when I was a new recruit. Once, while using the restroom together, they started calling me that, and the nickname has stuck with me until now, uh, my real name is..."

"No need to say it."

Gao Yi raised his hand to stop Donkey, as it was inappropriate to reveal real names in their line of work.

Gao Yi sighed and said, "Your nickname came from that, I really didn’t expect it, um, I was going to say something."

The scene became somewhat awkward and grave.

Just then, Gao Yi’s phone rang, and the ringtone broke the awkward silence.

Donkey lowered his head to start cleaning Gao Yi’s gun, while Gao Yi walked aside, picked up the phone, and answered the call.

It was Joelson on the phone, he spoke in a rushed whisper, "There’s been progress, I’ve locked onto two suspects, they’re very likely the ones we are looking for. I’ll send you the information, you see how best to proceed."

Gao Yi whispered, "Okay, send it over."