Chapter 138
On the scene, USA special forces soldiers who were conducting rifle sweeping and precision shooting were equally impressive.
The weapons are basic M16 and M4 rifles, M249 squad automatic weapons, D2a1 Copperhead and M22a1 Ajax from the military science department, and some even surpass the M2 Heavy Machine Gun in performance. The performance can only be described with one word: stable! Recoil is a complete lie.
As special forces soldiers gradually became familiar with the feeling of the exoskeleton being attached to the human body, their accuracy in continuous shooting also improved.
There are also those who can throw grenades from super long distances, each one becoming an Olympic-level grenade throwing king.
When a soldier wearing an exoskeleton faces off against a regular soldier, it's like a heavyweight beating a flyweight.
Some officers have already suggested that they go directly to conduct squad raid training that requires more precise coordination.
There were also exercises involving weighted running, with individual soldiers carrying more ammunition, and rocket launchers running cross-country according to the standards in the combat manual, testing the stability and durability of the exoskeleton.
As for Vera...
"By the way, Ms. Russell, would you be interested in target practice? Uh... have you ever used a gun?"
The general looked at the female Chief of the military science organization, who was talking to Chris from the BSAA Organization.
Despite the harsh weather in Afghanistan, Vera's skin seemed unaffected, and there was no trace of makeup. Although there was a slight sweat on her forehead, it remained fair, firm, and radiant. Her slender hands had smooth and elegant lines, unlike those of someone who usually handles guns.
Upon hearing this, Vera, who was shaking her head and refusing Chris's offer to hold a parasol for her, turned her head away, insisting that she should look like a soldier when she comes to the military camp.
"I know a little."
She smiled gently at the commander of the Central Theater Command.
Leading Chris forward, Vera picked out a large handgun from the stacked ammunition boxes bearing the military logo.
Militech Prelude: A.42 caliber, six-round semi-automatic kinetic energy level double-action revolver.
"Ah?"
Seeing Vera take a box of ammunition, pick out a large gun that looked extremely contrasting with her delicate fingers, and stand at the firing position to load and chamber a round, not only the military personnel and Chris present, but even the security personnel and weapons engineers from the military science institute were stunned for a moment.
The security personnel responsible for protecting Vera immediately stepped forward.
Seeing their serious expressions, Vera couldn't help but chuckle.
In fact, in Resident Evil, aside from occasionally going hunting to relax, she rarely handled guns or went target practice, and she never had the chance to get blood on her hands or engage in combat.
"Your Excellency Vera... is it alright to use such a large caliber pistol?"
Chris looked like he wanted to offer advice but wasn't sure if he should; he didn't want Vera to hurt herself.
He could only demonstrate the correct two-handed grip for a gun like this. "Please start like this, arms slightly bent, body turned to the side, gripping the handle with your dominant hand..."
Are you teaching me how to shoot?
Vera glanced at him.
"No problem, I'm naturally stronger than most people, even though I haven't played in a long time..."
As soon as she finished speaking, before Chris's wide eyes, Vera raised her gun with one hand, casually controlling her muscles with her mind and Remembrance, roughly aimed, and bang! A dull gunshot rang out, and the head of the humanoid steel target fifty meters away burst into a dazzling spark with a 'clang!'
Bang! Bang bang bang bang!
A humanoid steel target with sparks flying.
One hand,.42 caliber, six shots in quick succession, and all six hit the head of the fifty-meter target?
Chris was a little surprised. Was the recoil reduction design of this gun really that good? New ammunition? Or Vera also undergone cybernetic modification? But it didn't seem like it.
He couldn't help but look at the decorative gold prosthetic indentations that snaked vertically downwards from Vera's left and right foreheads.
"I'm a bit rusty."
With composure, Vera turned around and threw the empty-cylinder Prelude revolver at Chris.
"It's yours."
After saying that, Vera walked toward the generals who were applauding.
"Good marksmanship."
The general said.
"Hunting training is nothing to brag about. Alright, General, the appetizer should be digested by now; the real main course is yet to come..."
"We are looking forward to the presentation of the 'main dish' you mentioned."
"Thank you. Please follow me."
Watching Vera's receding figure, Chris glanced at the Prelude revolver in his hand, then at the steel target. He took out a spiked bullet that Vera had just used, loaded it, aimed, chambered it, and bang!
He squinted, feeling the force acting on his wrist.
Could it be that...
Bio-enhanced, Super Virus?
With a barely perceptible change in his expression, Chris quickly followed.
The other end of the firing range.
Although the gunfire here wasn't as intense as over there, each shot was still quite loud, accompanied by deafening explosions, the roar of moving vehicles, and the buzzing of drones.
It is divided into different zones.
Technical sergeants and military engineers are debugging a cool, one-piece enclosed helmet that integrates a head-mounted display holographic interface, communication, sound pickup and noise reduction, aiming and differentiation, ranging, ballistic calculation, night vision, infrared detection, and other functions, resembling a pilot's helmet.
Some were adapting and testing various new optical sights that could display the number of rounds in the magazine in real time; some were operating.70 caliber heavy machine guns with programmable fragmentation bullets; and some were experimenting with various launchers and tubes...
What is most eye-catching are the various types of functional tactical equipment, such as spinning light and heavy drones, robot dogs, multi-legged Drone Mechs, and light missile launchers.
And the military-engineered DB-1 double-barreled electromagnetic shotgun and DS-1 bolt-action Electromagnetic Sniper Rifle, which are characterized by their sharp, angular shapes, charging shafts, cables, and electromagnetic acceleration arrays, appear to be particularly high-end, complex, and expensive.
The gunshot, accompanied by an electric pulse echo, was extremely loud. The steel nail struck the steel target at an extremely high speed, instantly scattering dazzling sparks, like a steel furnace exploding. The steel target, 500 meters away, was melted through, and a red dot appeared in the center.
The USA colonel put down his binoculars, grinned, and looked at the military engineer with a pained expression.
"Everything about it is great, except it's ridiculously expensive..."
"You get what you pay for. I've heard the military has a similar project, but the size and charging issues haven't been effectively resolved. Hey, buddy, you need to know that this will be the first truly deployed individual electromagnetic weapon. They're like the first breech-loading gun—they're incredibly significant."
The military engineer, holding a PDA tablet, explained earnestly.
"Those guys in the Logistics Bureau and the Advanced Research Projects Agency are really useless."
The colonel was cursing and swearing.
"During the 1998 Raccoon City Incident, didn't they buy your prototype electromagnetic weapon? They confidently guaranteed that it could be developed later, but they got so much funding and never saw a thing..."
Clearly, he knew some of the inner workings of the Pentagon.
The reason for not purchasing on a large scale at the time was that the technology of the military science institute was not mature enough. In addition, the military itself had accumulated technical expertise in electromagnetic guns and had already achieved results, so it was rather arrogant. Therefore, the military only ordered a small batch for research, intending to learn from it before installing a large-scale version.
Unexpectedly, he pooped a huge amount.
After nearly four years of twists and turns, it was still the military science unit that made the first purchase and deployment.
Where did all those special funds go?
Shit!
In response, the military engineer shrugged and said with great pride, "Who told our boss to be a genius?"
"Yes... a genius."
The colonel nodded in agreement.
Then, he looked at the double-barreled electromagnetic shotgun, "This gun, even against fully armored targets, is far too powerful. Against armored targets..."
He shook his head in denial, "It seems more like it was specifically designed for anti-BOW..."
As they were talking, a commotion arose from behind.
"Gentlemen, which is better, to be respected or to be feared?"
A cheerful, magnetic, and powerful female voice.
The colonel and the military engineer turned around and saw a blonde woman with her back to them, speaking to a group of high-ranking military officials next to a multi-stage flat-top vehicle carrying several medium-sized missile launchers with front and rear tail fins.
"I would say that it is not unreasonable to do both at the same time."
"Please allow me to introduce the weapon, Militech, and flagship product of the 'Freedom' series of weapons industry, which was created for this purpose. It is the first short-range kill missile system, which incorporates the latest rapid counterattack and patented impact technology."
"People always say that you will never need the best weapon. I would respectfully add a small dissenting opinion: the world is constantly evolving. There is no best weapon, only the most suitable weapon. And every weapon will eventually be used."
The words were spoken, then slap!
Vera snapped her fingers toward the launch vehicle.
Buzzing—
The launch pad rotated, and then a missile engine ignited. The moment the locking mechanism released, the missile was launched, igniting abruptly in mid-air, spewing out a tail flame as long as itself, and heading straight for the mountains directly opposite the training range.
"For your reference, the Military Science Freedom 1-$2 mother-child splitting missile."
Vera opened her arms at the opportune moment.
After a brief two-second delay, the cluster missile disintegrated in mid-air above the target, bang, bang, bang...
Like bursting meteors, dozens of bullets fell in fiery forks.
Explosions at different levels and depths triggered a massive explosion in the mountain.
Boom boom boom—
In an instant, the explosive impact of the sudden expansion squeezed the air, producing a mournful sound like thunder, like a small volcanic eruption. The ground trembled violently, and the thunderous roar was deafening.
The shockwave penetrated the air barrier at an astonishing speed, and the dust it kicked up ripped off the hats of the military personnel watching the test launch.
Vera stood firmly.
"Good products are worth the price. For every $500 million transaction, we will randomly include a case of Militech Winery's products."
She shook her head slightly, brushed the dust and grime off her shoulders, pointed to the custom-made metal wine crates on the ground, and said with a smile, "So, shall we wish each other a pleasant collaboration, General?"
Watching the generals' expressions change with astonishment.
Vera knew that the performance should come to a successful conclusion.
She turned around and looked at the explosive point.
"It's pretty good."
She murmured to herself.
The smell of rocks and gunpowder from the chain reaction of explosions lingered in the mountains, and large areas of the region were shrouded in a layer of gray dust.
This can be considered one of the research results of her invention based on the unlucky guy who almost lost his life in Afghanistan, which was deep in her own Remembrance. She also borrowed ideas and learned from the knowledge accumulated in "Cyberpunk" and "Call of Duty 11", combining the strengths and making up for the weaknesses.
After demonstrating the weapons, Vera prepared to return to base and board a private plane to fly back to San Francisco.
After all, she's very busy.
The commander of the Central Theater Command immediately expressed his understanding. As the de facto head and Chief technology officer of a giant corporation, Vera's workload was no less than that of the president.
After bidding farewell to the generals, Vera walked towards Chris had a complex and amazed expression on his face.
Aren't you going to see me off?
She smiled and said.
"Good."
Chris nodded without hesitation.
Get in the vehicles—a convoy of modified Humvees provided by the US Military. It's still quite a distance from this suburban firing range to Bagram Air Base.
Inside the car, Vera took the PDA tablet handed to her by her bodyguard and began reviewing and approving routine company administrative matters, while Chris remained silent, lost in thought.
"..."
A few minutes of silence.
"If you have any questions, please ask."
Vera suddenly spoke.