Post by Deleted on Jan 27, 2022 18:33:30 GMT -5
We return to the personal training facility of Madame Wu. The state of the art facility is home to the security detail lead by CJ Walker, who is currently in the midst of training his men with the new non lethal equipment. Pepper all guns, riot cannon, taser guns, flash bangs, and concussion grenades.
Walker stands amongst a group of the men holding a riot cannon, the weapon that replaced the bean bag gun. Similar design but instead of firing a bag the new version fires a hard rubber cylinder about as big around as a can of cooking spray but half the length with enough force to put down even the biggest, toughest of enemy combatants.
CJ: "Center mass gentlemen, no headshots. This weapon isn't meant to kill the enemy. This is a CO2 weapon, but just because compressed air is the propellent, this isn't a toy or a child's BB gun. Place the butt against your shoulder, the discharge of CO2 is a hell of kick guys. The projectile..."
Walker holds up one of the cylinders, it's a blunt looking cylinder, matte black in color. He loads it into break action chamber of the weapon and closes the weapon to the sound of an audible click. Walker brings the weapon to aim and turns to face a watermelon set up about fifteen feet away, the weapon isn't designed for long range combat. He focuses in and fires, the release of CO2 sends out a loud hiss and the watermelon splits, from the cylinder hitting it. Not a burst like it had been shot with a fifty caliber but and brutal crack is opened up along it, the insides that pulverized from the blow leak onto the floor.
CJ: "And that's why you don't aim for the head gentlemen."
His phone rings and he hands the weapon off to one of the more experienced men. He steps away from the group to answer the call.
CJ: "Yes Madame. Yes the new equipment is working perfectly thank you. Yes Madame, understood. I wouldn't be opposed to that Madame. I'll be there tonight. Oh and Wu...Thank You."
Walker hangs up and smiles to himself, he slips his phone back into the pocket on his tactical vest and moves back to the group, his pleased expression fading away as not to been seen by his men. The camera fading out as Walker begins demonstrating the pepperball guns.
Walker stands amongst a group of the men holding a riot cannon, the weapon that replaced the bean bag gun. Similar design but instead of firing a bag the new version fires a hard rubber cylinder about as big around as a can of cooking spray but half the length with enough force to put down even the biggest, toughest of enemy combatants.
CJ: "Center mass gentlemen, no headshots. This weapon isn't meant to kill the enemy. This is a CO2 weapon, but just because compressed air is the propellent, this isn't a toy or a child's BB gun. Place the butt against your shoulder, the discharge of CO2 is a hell of kick guys. The projectile..."
Walker holds up one of the cylinders, it's a blunt looking cylinder, matte black in color. He loads it into break action chamber of the weapon and closes the weapon to the sound of an audible click. Walker brings the weapon to aim and turns to face a watermelon set up about fifteen feet away, the weapon isn't designed for long range combat. He focuses in and fires, the release of CO2 sends out a loud hiss and the watermelon splits, from the cylinder hitting it. Not a burst like it had been shot with a fifty caliber but and brutal crack is opened up along it, the insides that pulverized from the blow leak onto the floor.
CJ: "And that's why you don't aim for the head gentlemen."
His phone rings and he hands the weapon off to one of the more experienced men. He steps away from the group to answer the call.
CJ: "Yes Madame. Yes the new equipment is working perfectly thank you. Yes Madame, understood. I wouldn't be opposed to that Madame. I'll be there tonight. Oh and Wu...Thank You."
Walker hangs up and smiles to himself, he slips his phone back into the pocket on his tactical vest and moves back to the group, his pleased expression fading away as not to been seen by his men. The camera fading out as Walker begins demonstrating the pepperball guns.