Dara, Pakistan.

Located 40 kilometers south of Peshawar on the border between Pakistan and Afghanistan, it is a small village that cannot be found on the map. Although it is small, it is famous because there are about 50,000 guns here every year.

Flow to all over the world.

No matter what kind of gun, the craftsmen in the village can imitate it: American M16, German G3, Belgian FAL... But the most famous imitation gun is the AK47 automatic rifle. The quality of its imitation craftsmanship is almost indistinguishable from the real thing.

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There are more than 50 stone houses on both sides of the 500-meter street in the entire village. These houses are gun-making workshops with front shops and factories behind. Each shop has a replica AK47 automatic rifle. Every morning at nine o'clock

, gun buyers in various costumes gathered on the street, and at the same time, the harsh sounds of gunfire continued to be heard, single shots, bursts, and bursts, and the air was always filled with a thick smell of gunpowder smoke.

Zhao Ziyang and An Qier pretended to be guests while walking on the streets of the village. He kept looking left and right at the large and small stores. His eyes were full of disbelief. He even saw fake domestic 95-type assault rifles in several stores.

rifle.

In addition to pistols, rifles, submachine guns, and heavy machine guns, there were also various individual rocket launchers for sale, which surprised him.

"Angel, is there no one here to ask? For example, the Pakistani government. As far as I know, the Pakistani government has very strict management of private firearms and ammunition." Zhao Ziyang asked Angel.

Angel's head was wrapped in a headscarf and her face was covered with a veil, dressed like a Middle Eastern woman. There was nothing I could do about it, if her appearance appeared in this place, she would definitely become the center of attention instantly, and it would be inconvenient to go anywhere.

"The village of Dara is located in the autonomous region of the Pashtun tribe. Here, the power of the Pakistani government police is not accepted. The people who exercise power here are their own tribal police. In the 19th century, Afghanistan was invaded by the British. The British army encountered

The Pashtuns living across Afghanistan and Pakistan resisted tenaciously, and the gun-making craft has been passed down since then.

The Pashtun autonomous region has had its own laws - customary laws and police - since ancient times. After Pakistan became independent, all of this was recognized by the government and continues to this day. The most important thing is that the Pakistani government replaced the military equipment and guns.

"We need the help of the Pashtuns to a large extent because their gun craftsmanship is better than the government's."

Great place! This is a great place!

Walking into a shop, Zhao Ziyang looked at the rifles hanging on the wall with great interest. After the shop owner saw Zhao Ziyang and An Qier walking in, he immediately stood up enthusiastically and accepted all kinds of rifles from Zhao Ziyang with a smile on his face.

of firearms.

"Guests from afar, welcome to Dara, welcome to the country of guns, you can call me Carl." The shop owner smiled broadly, reached out and took down an AK-47 on the wall, and pulled it skillfully.

The bolt action allowed Zhao Ziyang to see the internal structure of the bolt action, and he said with pride: "My AK rifle is the best in the world, including charging handle, gas hoop, piston, piston rod, gas tube, and re-entry mechanism.

, bolt, hammer, trigger...all the parts of the entire gun abandon the usual stamping manufacturing and are all made by hand. You can try it."

Taking the AK rifle from the shopkeeper's hand, Zhao Ziyang weighed it, then pulled the trigger repeatedly, listening to the sound of the trigger with his ears.

"It's very cheap. It only costs 1,000 US dollars. This handmade AK-47 rifle will become a must-have sharp weapon for you to travel at home..." The shop owner saw Zhao Ziyang playing with the gun with great interest and immediately put the gun away.

The price was stated.

When Zhao Ziyang said the price, he almost laughed: One thousand US dollars? Go ahead and trick a fool. There are no honest businessmen. You have to cut the price first and then negotiate the price.

This gun is indeed a good replica, but it is definitely not as exaggerated as the shop owner said. Except for the hammer, firing pin and other precision parts that are hand-made, the rest are stamped and then polished manually. The most important thing is the barrel.

The rifle line of this gun is made by using a small stamping machine and is definitely a mass-produced product.

Zhao Ziyang stretched out two fingers, smiled at the shop owner and said, "Two hundred dollars!"

"Oh my God, you want to buy this gun for two hundred dollars? It's just a dream! You have to know that someone once offered this handmade rifle two thousand dollars, but I didn't even sell it. If I hadn't seen that you are an Oriental,

I won’t sell it to you at all!” The shop owner said loudly to Zhao Ziyang with a reluctant look on his face, as if he had suffered a big loss.

Two banknotes were photographed into the shopkeeper's hand, and Zhao Ziyang carried the rifle neatly on his back.

"If the barrel of your rifle is hook-knife broached or combined ring broached, or if the rifling line is made with a hydraulic press, I can give you a thousand dollars. But you are made by pressing it with a stamping machine.

, not only does it not have the disadvantage of changing the thickness of the barrel, but it also reduces the life of the barrel. If my estimate is correct, this rifle will be scrapped after 5,000 or 8,000 rounds at most, so the two hundred dollars are worth it."

The shopkeeper held the two hundred dollars that Zhao Ziyang threw to him in his hand. He was stunned for a while, and then reluctantly put the money away. However, he immediately showed a smile on his face and introduced other guns to Zhao Ziyang.

The base has Pandora, who was once Remington's chief firearms consultant, enough for Zhao Ziyang to judge the pros and cons of various firearms in a short period of time. The market price of such an AK rifle is about three hundred dollars, but as a manufacturer

Generally speaking, two hundred dollars is still a profit.

Now Zhao Ziyang knows why An Qier brought him out of the base without weapons. It turns out that you can buy any firearms in this place.

"PM sniper rifle." Angel's cold voice came out.

"Yes!" The boss responded happily, walked to the end, took out a PM sniper rifle from the wall and threw it to Zhao Ziyang.

However, as soon as the sniper rifle came into Zhao Ziyang's hands, Zhao Ziyang glanced at it and threw it back, shaking his head at the shop owner.

"Don't give me these defective products sold to child soldiers in the Middle East or Africa. I want good ones, understand? I want real high-quality products."

The shopkeeper looked at Zhao Ziyang and smiled. He knew that the man in front of him was definitely an expert, and ordinary goods might not satisfy him.

"There are fine products, but..."

"Money is not an issue!" Zhao Ziyang neatly took out a stack of colorful U.S. dollars from his pocket and said to the shop owner: "Don't fool me with defective products again."

"Hahahaha...how could it be? Come with me!" Seeing the US dollars in Zhao Ziyang's hand, the shop owner laughed, waved to the two of them and asked them to follow him, and walked towards the workshop behind the store.

There were three workers making rifles in the workshop, and semi-finished products and various parts were scattered on the ground around them. After they saw the shop owner bringing Zhao Ziyang and An Qier in, they just took a look and continued busy with the work at hand. They seemed to be used to it.

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"There are very few people who buy PM sniper rifles, because those who buy firearms here are basically some armed forces who buy them in bulk. There are also those who buy them individually or customize them, but they are usually laymen and don't know much about manual PM sniper rifles.

Interested." The shopkeeper said as he rummaged in the corner and took out a gun barrel and some accessories.

"There is no finished PM sniper rifle, but this barrel is enough." The shop owner threw the barrel to Zhao Ziyang and motioned for him to take a look.

The inner rifling of the barrel passed visual inspection and was broached about 70 times. The accuracy was quite good. After Angel looked at it and nodded, Zhao Ziyang handed the barrel and the money to the shop owner, signaling him to start work immediately to complete the PM sniper.

The making of rifles.

After getting a thick stack of U.S. dollars, the shop owner kicked out a few workers without saying a word and started making the gun.

In a short period of time, a sniper rifle specially designed for SAS troop snipers was assembled, displayed in front of the two men, and branded with the label of Accuracy International.

The total gun length is 1.124 to 1.194 meters, the barrel length is 655 mm, the gun weight is 6.5 kg, and it fires 7.62 mm NATO. The aluminum alloy receiver, loaded with 10 rounds, and adjustable bipod is almost exactly the same as the original.

"Try a gun?" the shop owner suggested.

"Okay." Zhao Ziyang nodded.

The two people, led by the shop owner, walked toward the mountainside about 1,000 meters behind the village. There was a large rock there, which was used as a target for testing guns.

It was already close to noon, and many shop owners who were buying and selling guns were gathered in front of the shooting range, and they were taking the final step of testing the guns.

"Da da da..." "Bang! Bang! Bang!..."

Burst fire, single shots, and bursts of gunfire kept ringing out, and it was as lively as the battlefield in Afghanistan. The huge rock was full of small craters, and I don’t know how many rounds of bullets it had withstood.

Most people who test guns are in groups of three or five, but there are also dozens of people together. Such people are usually large buyers who make bulk purchases and have established a certain friendly cooperative relationship with this place. Otherwise, so many people would never be allowed to carry guns.

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The most conspicuous group of people is located on the right front side of Zhao Ziyang and the others. Judging from their facial features, this group of people are obviously Muslim Pashtuns. Judging from their speech and behavior, they are very friendly to the Pashtuns in this village.

Apparently I often buy guns here.

"There has been a **** rebellion among the anti-government forces in southern Afghanistan. These people are the rebellious members of the anti-government armed forces." Angel stood behind Zhao Ziyang and spoke in his ear: "They support the U.S. government and the U.S.-supported

The Afghan government is not tolerated by the southern rebels."

"Oh?" Zhao Ziyang frowned and looked at the group of anti-government armed members.

"They are Pashtuns and have always had good relations with the Pashtuns in this village. What you have to face is the pursuit of this group of Pashtuns." Angel continued to whisper: "The southern rebels hired us to attack

This rebel army is strangulating, remember, sniper rifles are used in such mountains..."

"What?" Zhao Ziyang was a little confused, but he had a bad feeling in his heart.

"boom!"

The dull sound of a sniper rifle rang out, and the Afghan man in the innermost circle of the rebels was shot through the head. The explosive warhead blew half of his head off, blood, minced meat, and brains splashed in the air, and the whole person was hit by the warhead.

Under the powerful penetrating force, he jumped to the side and fell heavily to the ground.

At the same time, Zhao Ziyang felt that there was something in his hand. When he lowered his head, he saw that it was the PM sniper rifle he bought for Angel. The barrel was hot.

As the Afghan rebel was killed, the entire shooting range suddenly became chaotic. Everyone had a gun in their hands, and they immediately turned their attention to the direction where the gunshots were heard.

"Angel!" Zhao Ziyang called out to Angel, but found that Angel had disappeared in the chaos.

"Fuck!" Zhao Ziyang cursed angrily. In desperation, he took out a magazine from his waist, threw it into the crowd and shouted: "Fire in the hole!"

With a crash, the gun-wielding crowd fell to the ground to avoid the explosion of the grenade.

At this time, Zhao Ziyang was running desperately toward the valley thirty meters away: Angel had plotted against him!

He never thought that Angel would use this method to take revenge on him, but it was useless to think about it now. He should save his life first.

"Da da da da..." The burst of gunfire sounded the moment Zhao Ziyang crossed the valley. Hundreds of guns fired at him at the same time, and the entire valley immediately turned into a fierce battlefield.

The villagers who heard the gunfire immediately rushed out. Regardless of men, women, old or young, each of them had a gun in his hand and chased Zhao Ziyang while shouting loudly.

The extremely tough Pashtuns have their own rules and absolutely do not allow anyone to kill with a gun in their territory, otherwise they will be hunted and killed endlessly. Guns are the commodity they live for, and when the commodity is with them

When it becomes a murder weapon, no one will dare to buy a gun again, because there is no safety and no guarantee.

Zhao Ziyang faced hundreds of people chasing him. The gunfire was continuous and the bullets behind his butt almost drove him crazy. He finally discovered that this Angel was also a pervert, even more perverted than Pandora and the others!
Chapter completed!