"For example, when we need to arrest people in countries and regions that do not have extradition treaties, or when the target is under the protection of the country where the target resides, and our military and police cannot obtain authorization to enter."

These all require our intervention; combat is inevitable, and sacrifices are the norm.

"But won't our bodies be recognized?" Ye Zi asked curiously.

"No, the combatants who join the fight against death have no identification information in the civilian identification system. Furthermore, we will try our best to take their bodies with us; if we really can't take them, then we'll have to..."

Wang Baozhang didn't say what the only option was, but Ye Zi guessed it: blow it up, at least so that the enemy wouldn't have a recognizable face.

It may be cruel to do this, but this is the price of walking in complete darkness.

Bringing honor to one's ancestors is something only those who live in the light of day can achieve; it's about reputation, about whose family has produced a talented person.

A cute wife, Yin Zi—this is the kind of treatment that people living in the sunlight deserve.

But with a cute wife and a cunning child to solve all your worries, this is the treatment for someone who could die at any moment, plus a high bonus and tax exemption.

After a person dies, not only will their parents, wife, and children be taken care of, but they will also leave behind a sum of money. People would be willing to have their face ruined or even be smashed to pieces.

Ye Zi nodded again, learning from the mistakes of the past, and he was no exception.

"What if we can't catch them? Should we just kill them?"

"Before an operation, there will be a specialist to analyze the situation. If the capture is too difficult or there is no need to capture someone but they must be killed, this kind of thing is usually done by a nobody."

His record shows that he traveled abroad by passenger plane to assassinate his target and then returned without a ticket, and no one checked him.

Ye Zi chuckled to herself. As expected of a nobody, he really is invisible. If he were to steal something, who could catch him?

What's next?

“Choose equipment.”

"Um???"

"Not a cold weapon, but a gun, the kind that goes 'rat-a-tat-tat'," Wang Baozhang explained with a smile.

The two of them went to another door, pushed it open and went inside. There were only a dozen or so people inside, all dressed as soldiers and over thirty years old.

Judging from their demeanor, these people all have lives on their hands.

Wang Baozhang led Ye Zi to a counter, but this counter wasn't for selling goods; it was full of handguns of all models.

The walls behind were covered with rifles—assault rifles, machine guns, sniper rifles, shotguns, and submachine guns from various countries.

Ye Zi even saw anti-tank sniper rifles, Gatling guns, and grenade launchers.

These are all within the scope of what an individual soldier can use.

"Mechanic, this is Ye Zi, a power-type mechanic, weighing five tons," Wang Baozhang said to the person behind the counter.

"Sniper grenades and anti-tank snipers require good eyesight."

"Machine guns are fine too, which one do you prefer?" the mechanic asked casually after his initial shock.

"Machine gun, I guess. One shot, one kill, that's not very interesting," Ye Zi said, staring at the rotary machine gun.

Without wasting words, the mechanic took the rotary machine gun off the counter and placed it on the shelf, explaining:

The CS/Lm12 fires 7.62x51mm NATO or 7.62x54mm Russian caliber rifle bullets (including the Type 53 7.62mm standard bullet), with a rate of fire of 5,200-6,000 rounds per minute.

Bullets are easy to find on the battlefield, but loading them is a bit of a hassle, which is a common problem with rotary machine guns.

Want to give it a try?

"good."

Ye Zi picked up the machine gun, and the mechanic found the corresponding parts and a box of bullets, then took Ye Zi to the shooting range.

Upon arrival, he skillfully connected the machine gun and battery, loaded the bullets, taught Ye Zi how to fire, and then stepped aside.

Ye Zi released the safety and began firing at a target two hundred meters away.

The flames from the rotary machine gun were two feet long, but they stopped after ten seconds because the box of bullets they had brought earlier had been used up.

A full thousand bullets were gone in ten seconds, which shows how powerful the rotary machine gun was.

"A real man in ten seconds?" Ye Zi turned her head and asked with a smile.

"Ten seconds is enough to take out a platoon, but you're being too cautious," the mechanic said, putting down his binoculars.

"There are too many enemies. We kill one batch and another comes. Ten seconds isn't enough for each one."

How many ten seconds do you want?

Ye Zi thought for a moment and said:

"With just the space on my back, I can stack two layers of ammunition and carry as much as I can."

"Understood."

The mechanic glanced at Ye Zi's back, then turned and walked towards the counter.

Standing behind the counter, he continued to ask:

"Anything else you need? A pistol, a military knife."

Ye Zi thought about it and realized it wasn't necessary. If he had to use a pistol, it meant the enemy was less than 20 meters away, which was a distance where a pebble might not have been as useful.

Needless to say, in close combat, his body can withstand a military knife, while his enemy cannot withstand a single punch from him.

But when her gaze swept across the counter, Ye Zi still pointed to a 1911 and said:

"Well, it's better to be prepared."

This is a celebrity handgun. A hundred years have passed since it was designed and put into production, but it is still loved by people.

The mechanic took out a pistol and placed it on the counter, then took out a holster, three empty magazines, and two boxes of ammunition, and continued:

"Okay, I'll make what you asked for as soon as possible. Come over and try it out then."

Ye Zi put away the things on the counter and nodded with a smile.

After leaving, Ye Zi asked in confusion:

Why is he called a mechanic?

"A skilled gun modifier can improve the performance of a gun to a certain extent after modifying it."

Like that pistol you just mentioned, normally the magazine capacity for this kind of gun is only eight rounds, but yours has fifteen.

Ye Zi paused for a moment, then immediately took out the magazine and started loading bullets. She managed to load fifteen rounds, and the magazine went in smoothly into the pistol grip. She exclaimed in surprise:

How did he do that?

Wang Baozhang laughed and said:

"You're not from a military background, so what I'm saying is only half-understood. Anyway, just remember this: if you encounter an enemy on the battlefield and you're exchanging fire, stop after you've fired seven bullets, and wait for the enemy to charge before firing again."

Ye Zi immediately pictured the scene in her mind: the enemy judged what kind of gun he was holding by the sound of gunfire, and after firing seven bullets, the enemy assumed he was changing the magazine and immediately charged.

As a result, Ye Zi didn't need to reload; she was just waiting for the enemy to show themselves.

"This is a sneaky fighting style, but it looks pretty good."

Wang Baozhang smiled and said:

"This is a divine skill for killing enemies and saving your life. What kind of sneaky fighting method is too vulgar."

Ye Zi smiled, did not refute, and then asked:

"You just gave me this gun like that?"

I guess so.

Ye Zi asked in confusion:

What does "consider" mean?

"The next place we're going to is where you melee combatants are stationed. There's a training room and a pistol range. Once you're familiar with this gun, you can take it with you."

There's a hidden compartment in the car; I usually keep the gun in there. I'll tell you the code if you need it, then you can use it.