130 Samoyed, Husky, Coffee (Second Update, Subscribe please)

The next day, at 8 o'clock in the morning.
"Pupupu---"
Zeng Shui excitedly stood at the stern and fired the gun. The balloons suspended behind the yacht burst one after another as the gunshots rang out.
The sound of the 416 rifle with a surefire suppressor installed has noticeably decreased, although the volume is not as low as that of specialized microsound firearms equipped with subsonic ammunition, the sound characteristics have changed significantly, and even when firing indoors, it is not too attention-grabbing.
"Master, this gun is really useful, it feels absolutely amazing!"
After Zeng Shuiqing emptied an entire magazine, she excitedly exclaimed to Bai Feng standing behind her. Chino, who was also sitting on the sofa, stood up and yawned, saying, "Of course, all the guns on the ship were personally modified by me. Don't underestimate your automatic rifle, it's just a consumable. I invested a lot of effort into it. Not only did I tactically modify the appearance, but I also replaced the entire trigger mechanism inside!"
“所以，我们这几天都要在海上漂着吗？除了射击、钓鱼，我们不应该做些情报上的工作吗？”
白枫皱着眉问道，虽然昨天才刚刚逃过了一次追杀，但他并不觉得疲惫，同时也不适应奇诺这种慵懒的状态，在他看来，这么慵懒的一个人竟然是做情报工作的，这点让人摸不着头脑。
"Don't be so nervous. The intelligence is all in your head, right?"
Chino pointed to his own head and smiled, then got up and grabbed a few cans of cola from the refrigerator fixed on the upper deck. He threw one can to each person and took a big gulp for himself. Then he slowly said, "Bai, I sympathize with what happened to your parents. After you told me about it last night, I carefully recalled it. The structure of the temple is very complex. Judging from the nature of the matter, it should have been done by a few guys from the new faction responsible for managing technology. But I'm not sure who is in charge now. The intelligence has been inquiring, but it will take time."
After seeing Bai Feng remain silent, Qino laughed and said, "Relax, let's go to the back of the ship and go fishing. By the way, I forgot to ask you, are you planning to take down the person who planned the tragic incident of your parents, or are you going to cause trouble for the entire temple, regardless of the target?"
"Is there any difference?"
White Maple said in a deep voice, and Chino smiled and shook his head, explaining, "There is a big difference. If you just want to eliminate the direct murderer, wait for the intelligence to be in place, lock the target's location, and plan the tactics to go straight there and fight."
"But if your goal is not limited to this, you need to make long-term plans and try to make a name for yourself in the industry. This way, you won't have to actively seek opportunities, as the higher-ups from the sanctuary will naturally come to you. Then you can do whatever you want."
"Long-term planning? Are you suggesting that we become PMC?"
White Maple asked in confusion, and Chino smiled and said, "There's no need to make it so complicated. I registered a defense company in Obaluo, which is my official identity. I will find a way to help you obtain legal identities. First, join my company as a cover. The Templars have been aggressively expanding lately, and there is much unrest behind the scenes. Many important clients are requesting us to provide security services. Of course, there are also many clients who hope to obtain intelligence on their competitors from us. As long as you complete a few difficult missions, you will gain fame."
"So, what are we? Armed guards, information peddlers?"
Chi Nuo interrupted Bai Feng's questioning and said seriously, "Our identity doesn't matter, what matters is what we can do."
"Just like this time going out to sea, you guys might think that I was just forced and had no choice but to go on a vacation at sea to hide from trouble. However, in reality, I went to Sardinia to do business. There is a city called Aranci Bay on the island, and Fred's old rival Albert lives there. He bought some important intelligence from me. After taking a day off, we will go to the bay city to deliver the intelligence and then turn back to take down Fred."
"You didn't seem to say that at first, why didn't you tell us about your plan earlier? I think since we're working together, it's necessary to be more open and honest."
Baifeng said gruffly, with hands hanging on her waist, a faint threat of drawing a gun. Qino spread his hands helplessly and said, "Well, my friend, actually I just received a call from Albert last night, and this deal was impromptu."
White Maple turned his gaze to the stern, where Zeng Shui had already put down the beloved rifle 416 and instead picked up the rifle 417 with a semi-transparent polymer magazine, as well as the Lug hunting rifle that White Maple had sniped with last night. He enthusiastically fired at the balloon being dragged behind the yacht.
In the southern part of the Mediterranean, which can be considered the southern Mediterranean Sea, it is currently winter. Normally, you would be able to see many seagulls migrating to avoid the Siberian cold front. However, I am not sure if the loud sound of the shots fired by Zeng Shuilian scared them away, as there are no seagulls in the sky.
"As long as it can cause trouble for Gongpin, we can join your so-called defense company, but I hope that in our future collaboration, you can be more honest."
Looking at the scenery at the stern, Baifeng slowly said, and Chino nodded vigorously. Then, as if he remembered something, he loudly said to Zeng Shui, "Hey! Zeng! Put away your gun. There might be some tourists here, and you might scare them. I don't want any trouble!"
Zeng Shui, upon hearing the words, could only reluctantly put away the gun and return to the deck. He complained, "Now that we have the equipment, when can we make a big move? I can't wait to try out this new gun!"
"You have to take good care of it. This is my personally modified precious rifle."
Chino looked at the rifle in front of Zeng Shui with some pity, but Zeng Shui tightly hugged the rifle as if he already knew that it no longer belonged to him and could never be obtained again. Chino then snapped back to reality, tapped his forehead, and smiled, "By the way, I still don't know your callsigns. It's better for us to use callsigns during our operations. You can call me Coffee, because the name Chino always reminds people of cappuccino, so my friends call me Coffee."
"You can call me Samoyed, or simply Sam for short."
After thinking for a moment, Baifeng said, the importance of a code name goes without saying. It helps to hide one's identity during communication. Generally, it is named based on a person's personality traits or embarrassing experiences, and it's best to have a short and memorable pronunciation.
As for the Samoyed, it's quite good at speaking Chinese, but when it comes to English communication, there are too many syllables, so it can be called Samo as well.
"Understood, Samoyed."
Chino nodded and turned to look at Zeng Shui, who was scratching his head helplessly. Zeng Shui said, "I've never had a code name before. How about I go by Husky?"
Hearing this, Chino smacked his lips and muttered, "Husky? Huskies? The syllables are pretty short, not bad. You can be Husky. How about I change my code name too, and go by Alaskan? Haha."