A Bayonet to Go With It

The phone had switched to local time. At 9:27 PM, the Gulfstream G650 landed at Belgrade Airport. In China, it was almost dawn.

As the captain calmly announced, after a few slight turbulences, the plane landed smoothly and began to slow down. Kang De looked out the window at the dark night sky and slowly exhaled.

Those who can afford to travel on the Gulfstream G650 are among the wealthiest and most elite people in the world. Even at the worst airport, they will be treated with courtesy. Kang De walked to the cabin door, where the luxury shuttle bus was already waiting. Airport staff smiled at him politely.

"Thank you both for your excellent flying, which enabled me to reach my destination quickly and safely."

Kang De bid farewell to the two captains, who said that after handling parking and refueling, they would rest in Serbia for a day or two, which Xie Liqian considered a reward for them.

Goodbye, Mr. Kang. Looking forward to serving you again.

After disembarking, you'll take a shuttle bus. The airport staff there speaks Chinese: "Mr. Kang, I will guide you through customs. Serbia and your country have a mutual visa-free policy; you only need to show your passport."

This is also why Xie Liqian chose Serbia as his transfer point.

Kang De sent a message to Xiaoman and Xie Liqian, informing them that he had landed.

Both of them replied almost instantly.

"Go to sleep, it'll be alright."

That's what was said to Xiaoman.

But Xie Liqian doesn't get that kind of treatment; you can repair it for as long as you want.

Immediately afterward, Kirov's message arrived. "Dear revolutionary brother! We heard you've landed! We're waiting for you here!"

Then a picture was sent: in a brightly lit hall, several burly Caucasians looked at the camera, all flashing warm, Russian-style smiles. Combined with their black suits, sunglasses, and buzz cuts, it gave off a KGB vibe of "we're about to purge you."

Kang De shook his head and smiled.

"Mr. Kang, do you have an appointment?"

The airport receptionist was a typical Serbian woman. Due to the long period of Ottoman Turkey rule, Serbia have mixed Turkey ancestry, with dark hair and predominantly dark brown eyes. To China people, she looked both familiar and exotic.

Because of her good looks, her smile appeared even more genuine. She pursed her lips and said, "Nikola Tesla Airport is happy to serve distinguished guests like yourself. We have partnerships with most of Belgrade's service industries, providing services such as guides, restaurant reservations, and hotel check-ins..."

Yes, Belgrade's airport was renamed Nikola Tesla Airport in 2006. That's right, the one with the "human myth - lightning strike"... Pshaw, actually not. Anyway, the reason for the name change was because Nikola Tesla was born in Serbia, purely as a tribute.

Kang De declined, saying, "Thank you, but I have an appointment."

The receptionist's smile remained impeccable. She took a beautifully designed business card from her pocket, which also carried a faint fragrance of perfume, and handed it to Kang De with both hands. "This is my phone number, and here's the airport concierge's number. Feel free to call us if you have any questions in Belgrade or even throughout Serbia."

Kang De politely accepted it. "Thank you."

Perhaps sensing that Kang De was unwilling to talk much, the receptionist stopped trying to engage him in conversation.

Just like in China, the planes also parked near private terminals and went through VIP fast-track customs channels. Due to mutual visa exemptions, all that was needed to pass was to show a passport. Money talks, a timeless and universal law. Even if Kang De's bag contained a large amount of gold, cash, jewelry, and luxury watches, the security personnel would ignore it.

No one would suspect that he was there to smuggle people, commit smuggling, or do anything wrong. How could someone traveling by private jet do such a thing? The profit wouldn't even cover the cost of one flight.

As we escorted them out, we could see a few Russian men in black suits at the deserted exit of the private terminal from afar.

Kirov opened his arms and walked towards him with the warmest smile, "My class brother, welcome to Serbia! Do you see the low, old buildings and the scattered lights here? As a citizen of a socialist country that carries the last hope for human equality and freedom, does seeing the miserable and tragic end of those who betray the line bring you comfort and joy?"

... Brother, although I don't want to say this, wake up, your Great Su is also gone.

Kirov interpreted Kang De's subtle, awkward yet polite smile as "uncomfortable with hugs," so he subtly withdrew his enthusiastic embrace and instead shook hands.

I didn't even dare to use force.

After seeing the other person face to face, the arms dealer, who dealt with death and danger every day, sensed a very familiar feeling, which made him subconsciously reserved.

Incidentally, as a citizen who "betrayed the country through his line of policy," I witnessed the handshake between the former and current leaders of the socialist family, heard Kirov's evaluation of the country, and the airport receptionist still wore a professional smile.

"Mr. Kang De, is this the guest you arranged to meet?"

"Yes."

Kirov whistled at the tall, bespectacled Serbia woman dressed like an office lady—by the way, the average height of Serbia women is 167cm.

The receptionist smiled and said, "Sir, please show me your valid identification. Mr. Kang De is a distinguished guest of Nikola Tesla Airport. We maintain excellent partnerships with many high-quality clients, including banks, corporations, and foundations worldwide, and are responsible for the personal safety of every guest..."

"Yes, yes, do as you please."

Kirov pulled out his passport from his pocket and handed it to the woman. She meticulously checked it and took a picture with her phone. Taking advantage of the moment, the arms dealer nudged Kang De with his shoulder. "Looks like you've won this Serbian beauty's heart in a short time... Want to spend a romantic night with her? If you're shy, I can help you get this lovely girl into your bed."

The Serbian girl's expression changed slightly as she checked her passport.

Kang De said calmly, "Respect women."

"OK, OK, it was just a joke." Kirov quickly seized the opportunity, raising his hands and smiling at the receptionist. "Sorry, dear girl, my mother also taught me to respect women."

He handed over his business card. "If you have any problems that are difficult to solve, you can call this number. I'm an expert at handling problems, any problem."

"... Have a pleasant journey, Mr. Kang De. Please feel free to contact us if you have any questions."

After confirming the details, the young woman, clearly frightened, didn't dare linger and hurriedly said goodbye.

After all, everyone knows how dangerous Europe countries are; guns, skin color, nationality, and money can all make you lawless.

Kirov patted Kang De affectionately on the shoulder. "Let's go."

One of the Russian's henchmen stepped forward and extended his hand. "Sir."

Kang De handed the bag to the other man, Kirov introduced him warmly, "My guardian angel, my good brother, Dimitri from Vympel, you won't find a better professional than him."

The Vympel Special Forces, like Alpha Group, are two of Russia's more well-known counter-terrorism units. Kang De had certainly heard of these two units before. However, what was rather embarrassing was that the news he heard about them recently was about counter-terrorism elites from these two units planning a robbery of a China businessman doing business in Russia... and judging from the operation, they were clearly repeat offenders.

Its sophistication instantly plummeted to the level of the Earth's mantle.

Handing the bag to the other person, and out of consideration for the Call of Duty series, Kang De shook hands with Dimitri. The next moment, the Russian, a retired Vympel Special Forces soldier, suddenly narrowed his eyes.

Kirov remained calm and smiled warmly, "Let's go, brother. We're heading to a nearby military airfield. The humanitarian supplies have been loaded and are going through the final procedures."

They got into the Kirov limousine, which was covered in armor. Dimitri drove, while the Russian and Kang De sat in the back. The other two henchmen followed in another car. The enthusiastic Russian immediately opened the refrigerator and pulled out two bottles of vodka. "Would you like some alcohol?"

Kang De shook his head and said, "A gun."

"Oh, men, honestly, you're a really formidable figure. I feel like a piece of pork hanging in a butcher shop in front of you."

Kirov turned and reached for something. "Guns, guns, guns, I-got-them, you-need-them... Sorry, brother, but that line just really hits my sweet spot."

With a swift movement of his hands, he pulled out a suitcase. "Regarding your needs, comrade, I think this perfectly meets your requirements: the pursuit of ultimate power, ignoring issues like weight, and with a slight emphasis on portability. Please allow me to proudly recommend this masterpiece, the GM6 Lynx Anti-Materiel Sniper Rifle from the Hungary Gepard Company..."

"Weighing 11.5 kg, considering its shooting power and range, it is extremely lightweight. It's a bullpup rifle with a long barrel and recoil control, allowing for continuous firing; it can empty five rounds in three seconds."

"It uses 14.5mm ammunition and also offers interchangeable barrels and magazines, making it compatible with 12.7mm ammunition. Its excellent recoil mechanism makes it the only large-caliber anti-materiel rifle that can be fired from a standing position or even while moving!"

"Of course, the most ingenious design is its portability!"

He forcefully picked up the assembled sniper rifle. "As you can see, it can switch to carry mode, the barrel can retract into the receiver, and its length in carry mode is only 925 millimeters, even shorter than some standard assault rifles—this is a fxcking anti-materiel sniper rifle, men!"

Kang De took it, weighed it in his hand, and nodded, saying, "Not bad."

He then said to Kirov, "Is there a firing range nearby? Teach me how to use it."

Upon hearing this, Dimitri, who was driving in front, glanced at Kang De in the rearview mirror.

Kirov smiled. "Our destination includes... a fantastic semi-open firing range."

Belgrade's nightlife isn't bad. According to Kirov, Serbia has a population of seven million, two million of whom live in the capital, and their nightlife is vibrant in every sense of the word.

"It's a pity you're in a hurry, brother, otherwise I would have shown you the full charm of this place at night."

Kirov blinked, revealing a knowing smile that only men understand, "Now let's go fire some other guns."

About an hour later, two vehicles, one after the other, drove into the Batajnica Air Base, which had three layers of guard posts. Kirov's car drove straight in, and in the dim light, the Russia pointed to the steel wing hidden in the twilight in the distance. "An-12, your personal property is inside it."

Kang De glanced at the time. "Twenty minutes to familiarize yourself with the firearms, forty minutes to take off."

"No problem, the pilot and all the paperwork are ready," Kirov said. "Dimitri..."

The bodyguard turned the steering wheel and drove to the other side until they reached a semi-open warehouse-like building where a Serbia officer was already waiting.

The group got off the vehicle, Kirov walked towards the officer, chatting with him while slipping something into his pocket. Judging from the Serbia officer's bright and enthusiastic smile, it must be something valuable.

Besides the gun case in Kang De's hand, the other henchmen each carried several cases.

"Please come in, gentlemen."

Under the warm welcome of the officers, they entered the semi-open firing range, which was brightly lit as daytime and exuded a lingering smell of gunpowder.

"Money is everything. This is different from your country. Here, money can buy more than you can imagine. Soldiers need money. He needs it, and Dimitri needs it too. Otherwise, why would he retire from the prestigious Vympel to become a bodyguard for an arms dealer?"

The officers distributed noise-canceling headphones, and the tough, elite former Vympel officer Dimitri demonstrated to Kang De the loading, disassembly, and firing techniques of the Lynx rifle. Then the Russian looked at his boss, as if asking whether a live-fire demonstration was allowed.

Kang De glanced at the time, then reached out and deftly took the anti-materiel rifle from Dimitri's hand, aimed at the target, and fired.

One hand.

Kirov was taken aback and shouted, "Brother, that's not the right position..."

His voice was quickly drowned out by the violent booming sound. A single 14.5x114mm sniper bullet costs tens of dollars, which means a ferocious amount of propellant and unparalleled shooting power, as well as a huge sound and flash that can terrify tigers, lions, elephants, rhinoceroses, hippos, and even Tyrannosaurus Rex [beep--].

As the thick smoke dissipated, several Russians stared wide-eyed.

Because they clearly saw that this tough China man, wielding a 14.5mm anti-materiel rifle, fired all five rounds from the magazine in one go with one hand. Despite the rifle's weight of over ten kilograms and the recoil during firing, the muzzle didn't even wobble a millimeter.

Kirov murmured, "Fxck... is China Kung Fu really real?"

"Good."

Kang De nodded, then removed and threw away the flimsy bipod that he used to support his prone shooting.

A real man doesn't need such effeminate stuff.

He said to the dumbfounded Kirov, "Do you have any spare parts? Get me a bayonet."

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PS1: First update, 4000 words!

PS2: I did the math, and I should have almost paid off last month's bounty by now. I'll finish writing tonight, do the math again, and then open another bounty.