Given Gao Yang's limited understanding of weapons, all the guns he knew were here, and all the guns he didn't know were here.

Of course it is not just a gun, but also a variety of grenades, bullets, and things that Yang Yi doesn't know what it is for.

Brian opened his hands, looked at the dazzling array of rooms, and sincerely exclaimed: "It's so beautiful, it reminds me of my arsenal."

A room about ten square meters has brackets on all four walls except a small door, and all the spears are placed on the brackets.

Rifles, submachine guns, and even machine guns, and the most incredible thing is the bazooka.

In the middle are two containers, with baskets on the containers, and boxes of bullets are placed inside, and a row of cabinets are pistols and magazines next to them.

On the other side of the same cabinet are short swords, long swords, axes, big swords, sticks, shields, and bulletproof vests.

Another cabinet is filled with bullets, grenades, grenades, and landmines.

On the other side of the same cabinet are many small objects and some electronic equipment.

In fact, there are more than those placed on the container. There are boxes of bullets placed in all places where bullets can be placed.

Yang Yi's eyes were straightened. At this time, Paul picked up something like a headlight as if he was offering treasure.

"Look at this, isn't the low light night vision device very light? It's much more powerful than the ones we used at that time!"

He didn't come and brought it over, and then he said in surprise: "So small? Is it easy to use?"

"It's so easy to use. Even if you suddenly encounter strong light, you will never burn the photosensitive components. This is nothing. Look at this, thermal imaging!"

Brian picked up a thermal imaging and said in surprise: "It's so small and light, is the battery durable? How far is the detection distance?"

Paul smiled and said, "It's farther than the on-board thermal imaging we used at that time! And the battery is enough for six hours in a row."

Brian exhaled softly, stroked the thermal imager in his hand and said, "Good thing, but..."

Brian put down the thermal imaging and walked to the front of the pistol cabinet. After just taking a glance, he reached into the cabinet and picked up a m1911a1 pistol as if he had found a treasure.

He held the pistol in his hand, flipped it back and forth, looked at it, and then Brian whispered, "This is what I want."

He took off the magazine and saw that the magazine was empty. Then Brian immediately pulled the sleeve, turned around quickly and pointed the gun at the wall, pulled the trigger, and fired.

After a crisp click, Brian exhaled a long sigh and said, "Perfect!"

Without hesitation, he pulled out the shiny 1911 on his waist. After Brian threw the pistol into a box like abandoning his shoes, he raised the gun in his hand again and said in a deep voice: "I borrowed it."

Paul waved his hand indifferently and said, "It's your turn. I modified it with my own hands. Of course it's easy to use. Do you only have a pistol?"

"Of course not!"

Brian picked up a full magazine, inserted it into the pistol, then inserted it into his waist, then looked at the rifle on the wall and said, "Recommended me one."

Paul took down a black painted rifle, which was very short and also had a muffler.

"I recommend mk.18mod0cqbr to you, which started service in 2000, is light and short, and can continue to use the mp5 you like. Of course, there are more choices now, such as mp7 and sniper rifle..."

Bryan immediately said: "The sniper rifle will not be replaced, Remington m700, I don't plan to change the sniper rifle."

"Okay, the various versions of m700, the Army version is already m24a2, the Marine version has reached m40a5, or the police version. Of course, I say these are nonsense, of course you still like the classic version."

Paul smiled and took down a sniper rifle and said, "I use our Pandora version for myself, but now it's yours!"

Brian took the rifle, closed his eyes, stroked the rifle, and sighed a long time.

After holding the sniper rifle in his hand for a while, Brian opened his eyes, and then he said to Yang Yi: "You don't have to be polite, choose one you like, this arsenal will be invalid, so take any gun you like."

Yang Yi looked at the pistols with at least fifty, swallowed, and then pointed to the knife cabinet and said, "I want to choose a knife first."

Paul immediately said, "Knife? I'm not an expert in knives, but there are enough options here, what do you like?"

Yang Yi immediately said: "I have bought a knife but I am not very satisfied. First of all, I don't need to protect my hands."

Paul smiled and said, "Very good. The knife with handguard is for children. It seems that you are okay with a knife, but what about the length?"

Knife usually have handguards. As the name suggests, the function of handguards is to protect the hand from being injured by your own blade. However, experts always pay attention to the fastest use of a knife. If you use a knife, you must also use a knife quickly. The handguards will get in the way. As for the lack of a handguard, this is certainly not a problem for a master.

Paul took down a double-edged dagger, pulled it out of the sheath, took it in his hand and waved it, saying, "How about this, thirty centimeters, the best length of the tactical knife, one blow, fatal!"

"Uh, I don't like double-edged ones, I like single-edged ones."

Yang Yi reached out and picked up a knife, unsheathed the knife and held it in his hand, then put the back of the knife on his arm, and said, "I often do this, so the double-edged dagger is not suitable, it is better to be a single-edged knife."

Paul spread his hands and said, "You might as well choose yourself."

Yang Yi does not need a military spear because a multi-functional military spear is not what he needs, and he does not need a knife that is too big or too heavy. Although thirty centimeters is the best length of a tactical knife, for a killer, thirty centimeters is too long because the killer pays more attention to concealing and carrying a knife rather than pursuing the extra length.

Yang Yi looked at it for a long time and didn't have the knife he liked, so he said in a deep voice: "Are there any knife that is shorter, about twenty centimeters long, very sharp and thin?"

"Uh, uh, I like daggers, so shorter ones are double-edged, but this one should satisfy your needs."

Paul picked up a jump knife, which was originally commonly known as the switchblade.

After pressing the button and popping the blade directly, Paul smiled and said, "The micro-technical scarab jump knife should meet your requirements. I don't have anything more suitable for anything else, but after you find Charles, he can meet all your requirements for the knife. He is an expert in using the knife."

Under the current circumstances, there is indeed no better choice. Yang Yi took over the jump knife and said, "Thank you."
Chapter completed!