Men Like Them Big, Satisfying, and Powerful

"Listen up, you two! You usually get $10,000 for a trip to Africa, but this time I'm giving you $20,000! $20,000! That's enough for you to trade a chicken for a chicken every day for a year!"

Inside the cockpit, Kirov pulled out two wads of US dollars, slapped them in front of the two Serbian pilots, and shouted, "But in exchange, from this moment on, that esteemed China man over there is your Tsar! Your iron-willed father! Whatever he tells you to do, you must do!"

"Even if he's going to blow this plane up, the only thing you can do is put on those damn parachutes and roll out of his plane as fast as you can, understand?"

A pilot timidly said, "But sir, this An-12 is the property of the Serbia Air Force..."

"If it falls, it's on me! I'll pay! Understand?! I! Will! Pay! It!!"

Kirov used his Russian racial talent and the bluffing habits he had developed as an arms dealer to intimidate the pilots before returning to the passenger cabin behind the cockpit.

The layout of the An-12 transport aircraft is as follows: a small section behind the cockpit is the passenger cabin, which is about the size of two four-person booths. Luggage is placed on the left and Kang De sits on the right.

He sat opposite Kang De, his smile now even more genuine than before.

"Friend," Kirov asked, "Don't you need a guide and translator? Or perhaps a few assistants to help you with chores? I have a few I can recommend."

Kang De shook his head and said, "Thanks, Kirov, but they can't keep up with me."

"Okay, you're in charge."

Sitting face-to-face with Kang De at close range, Kirov was surprisingly reserved, and his speech wasn't as fluent as before. "Mr. Xie said you needed a translator, so I've already found three for you. They can take turns and serve you in the best possible condition. Just call me if you need one."

"Thank you, Kirov, and thank you for your gun."

Hearing Kang De's words, Kirov became even more reserved, an awkward expression appearing on his face. He glanced at the luggage compartment on his left, where gun cases and ammunition boxes were secured with seat belts.

That's the beauty of the capitalist world: given enough benefits, you can't even imagine how attentive the service will be for businesspeople.

For example, when Kirov wanted to give Kang De a souvenir, he heard Kang De's requirements: the bigger and more powerful the better, and not to worry about recoil and weight. Although he quickly thought of a gun that met the requirements, he also considered that Kang De to Africa, and it would be a bit awkward if the gun was not suitable.

Therefore, in addition to the GM6 Lynx, he also prepared a series of standard combat weapons.

From pistols to shotguns and assault rifles, there are various types of GLOK pistols without bars from Austria, the US military's XM1014, and Poland's newly developed MS-BS assault rifle without bars. They are all customized and high-end, like a Christmas tree covered with a multitude of accessories, giving customers the dual enjoyment of showing off and actual combat.

He even had his lines ready. "My brother, I know men like big, satisfying, and powerful ones, but small ones have their advantages too, right? Come try these petite ones!"

What does it mean to be professional? What does it mean to have a service-oriented mindset?

Back in the Northern Song Dynasty, Lu Zhishen ordered a weapon from a blacksmith's shop in the market at the foot of Mount Wutai. He asked for a 100-jin (50 kg) staff, but the blacksmith gave him only 62 jin (31 kg), adding, "Don't blame me if it doesn't work." Now, Master Kang asks for counterfeit equipment, Kirov not only doesn't say anything but also thoughtfully prepares a spare. This arms service is truly top-notch.

However, when he saw Kang De standing and firing a semi-automatic anti-materiel rifle like Terminator, he realized that Kant wanted this for war and genuinely looked down on small-caliber, weak weapons.

I should have brought a vehicle-mounted Minigun with me...

Although Kang De gladly accepted the gun that his brother had brought, Kirov still felt somewhat embarrassed.

He said sincerely, "Brother, it's too late this time. Next time I'll prepare a weapon that truly suits your taste: a Pfeifer-Zeliska.600 revolver. I have it in my collection. It's Austria- made, 550mm long, and weighs six kilograms. That might not be a very vivid description, so let me put it like this..."

He gestured a size. "The ammunition for this pistol is bigger than my chicken [beep--]..."

At this point, he burst out laughing, "Just kidding, I'm super brave, but seriously, that gun's ammunition was absolutely enormous, and there was also a giant revolver that Remington released..."

Kang De listened with great interest.

In ancient times, military weapons were of the highest quality, but the situation is different in modern times. With limited budgets, the most important indicator for military firearms is affordability, followed by durability. Power and performance are secondary considerations. Wealthy people and gun enthusiasts are more willing to spend money, and they don't need to consider cost when ordering firearms. Firearms companies that cater to these groups often produce many flashy but impractical weapons.

For example, if you're looking for ultimate power, take a look at a 33.7mm caliber elephant gun. Each bullet weighs more than half a pound, and shooting it requires two adult men—one to fire and the other to hold the gun from behind to prevent the recoil from throwing the guy off.

Kang De asked, "And for example, AA-12?"

Kirov paused for a moment, then said, "This gun is practically a laughing stock in the industry. Its current fame is due to their plan to sell it for civilian use, so they've spent a lot of money on advertising and product placement in games... In reality, as a shotgun, it's large, has a short range, inflexible feeding mechanism, and an oversized drum magazine. It's unsuitable for competitive shooting, riot control, hunting, or tactical use. Its only advantage, and also its greatest advantage, is its powerful firepower and ferocious firepower, but..."

He shrugged and said, "Right now, shotguns are only used as utility guns and door openers. Even in close combat, the power of this fully automatic shotgun is excessive. When you're really close to the enemy, what's the difference between being hit by one 12-gauge buckshot and being hit by seven or eight 12-gauge buckshot in quick succession? You're going to die anyway."

--Yes, that's exactly what I want.

Kang De replied earnestly, "I am not afraid of excessive power, nor am I afraid of poor maneuverability."

In fact, the AA-12 is said to have excellent handling.

The reason is that it's useless in every aspect—in modern society, you always have better, cheaper, lighter, and more practical alternatives for any situation where it's useful.

But Kang De was not afraid.

Just kidding, what are greens afraid of if they're hard to control? What are elves afraid of if they're overpowered?

All the weapons he obtained from them were basically intended for another world.

What? This part of Africa?

Just kidding. Based on the fighting prowess that the black guy showed in the news, even if Kang De didn't use all his firearms, but just wielded an axe, activated time acceleration, used the power of the Dragon God, employed spell scrolls, circulated Dou Qi, unleashed spells, and fully unleashed the Power of the Fire Thief, he could easily crush them.

The combat experience of a master of cold weapons is so empty, boring, and tedious.

"Think of a way, my friend. I know many respectable countries restrict the movement and sale of high-powered, fully automatic weapons, but the world isn't as rule-abiding as we imagine, is it?"

In the dim light of the cabin, Kang De's gaze became even more profound, and he leaned forward slightly.

"I am very satisfied with the excellent service you have provided, and I believe that while you are earning your due compensation, you will also proactively consider my interests. I have a feeling that this cooperation is just the beginning."

He pulled a gold bar from the bag beside him, placed it on the table, and it made a dull thud.

For thousands of Civilization, human civilization has been driven to madness by this glittering precious metal.

Kirov's gaze was involuntarily drawn to the captivating luster.

"This is the deposit."

Kang De placed his hand on the gold brick. "My friend, keep an eye out for some real, heavy firepower, deadly, massive, brutal, and efficient weapons. Also, keep an eye out for guns, cannons, anything that someone like me can use... Perhaps I, having already reached Africa, will need to do business with you again."

He lightly ran his hand across the gold brick.

The sturdy and heavy precious metal was split in two, the fracture as smooth as if it had been laser-cut.

He separated the other piece and smiled at the other person.

"And this is a return gift, to thank you for the gun."

The control tower gave clearance for takeoff. Kirov disembarked from the An-12 transport plane, watching the giant bird of the sky head towards the runway. He then returned to his car, pried out the two gold bars that had nearly cracked his pocket, tossed them aside, clutched his chest, and let out a long sigh of relief, "Fxck, Ebhat, damn..."

Dimitri turned around. "Boss?"

"No wonder even a China tycoon like Xie Liqian respects and fears him, damn it..." he said in Russian. "I wasn't this nervous when I went to see that former KGB employee... He wasn't angry, he was very polite, but I felt like he could kill anyone he saw at any moment..."

He then cursed again, "Damn, that's shameful."

"... If saying this will make you feel better..."

Dimitri glanced at the rearview mirror. "This China comrade has killed many people."

Kirov asked, "A lot? How many?"

A former Vympel officer said, "By Vympel standards, he could easily be called a bloodthirsty maniac, a born war monster, but that's not the most important thing. The most important thing is..."

Dimitri paused for a moment; that was what shocked him.

"This China man doesn't seem to know how to handle a gun."

The luxurious bulletproof car was deathly silent, with only the distant roar of the engine breaking the silence.

As he watched the An-12 gradually take off, Kirov swallowed hard.

Then he laughed, "Ha! This has nothing to do with me. I don't care if he's Captain China or some other secretly trained genetic warrior, and I don't care what kind of massacre he's planning to instigate by buying so much weaponry. None of that matters. The important thing is that I have another new high-quality customer!"

He slammed his hand on Dimitri's seat. "Let's go! I'm going to select more efficient humanitarian aid supplies for our new client... By the way, is he really a super soldier frozen in time for decades?"

"I don't know, boss, but I do know he's not as easy to talk to as that big-ass guy in United States."

"Of course, Dimitri, I knew the moment I saw him that we would become great partners and friends—I am an arms dealer, selling death, and he, spreading death."

"So..." Dimitri started the car and glanced at the rearview mirror again, "Boss, if this Captain China wanted to spread death to Russia, what would you do?"

"What are you questioning? Dimitri, my brother, I'm an arms dealer, but before that, I was Russia!"

Kirov declared righteously, "Of course, I'm silently praying that the weapons I sell to my China comrades will fire indiscriminately but miss completely, without harming any of my Russia compatriots."

The two Russians laughed simultaneously, their laughter echoing inside the bulletproof car.

Meanwhile, the An-12 had already soared into the sky with its powerful thrust, disappearing into the clouds.

Xie Liqian previously said that military transport planes are great in every way, except that they are a bit bumpy.

... That's kind of ridiculous.

A standard aircraft-style engine cup rests on the bulkhead, making it fully automatic.

Kang De missed the Gulfstream G650 terribly, but unfortunately, it couldn't transport weapons, and domestic pilots would never fly there. Compared to President Xie's private jet, this An-12 was practically a tricycle.

After flying for an hour or two, he sighed and prepared to find a quiet place to hide.

"Sir, let's try to fly as smoothly as possible!"

When the pilot saw him coming, he turned around and said that, for various reasons that could not be said, this busy pilot also spoke Chinese. As for why he did, that really could not be said.

Kang De nodded and said, "It's very bumpy... I'll go check out the cargo hold and feast my eyes."

This is a kind of preventative measure.

The two pilots nodded with smiles. Kirov had already made it very clear that these goods belonged to China guests, and they could do whatever they wanted with them.

He closed the hatch and strolled through the An-12's spacious cargo hold, flanked by tightly sealed wooden crates and boxes, products of a century of modern craftsmanship, pure killing machines, and countless weapons and ammunition.

It is said that in war, it takes thousands of bullets to kill one person.

But that applies to modern warfare.

Because soldiers can hide, disperse, conceal themselves, and construct temporary offensives, and after a hundred years of war, enough experience has been accumulated through bloodshed regarding how to avoid and deal with such situations.

But they knew nothing about armies from the era of cold weapons that emphasized Phalanx.

Kang De reached out and touched a wooden crate, and suddenly his expression changed.

He took the "Quantum Signal Generator" out of his pocket.

A flash of light, then another, then yet another.

In an instant, Kang De's face froze like ice.

Although he arranged a two-front war plan overnight, made countermeasures and contingency plans, and purchased weapons, he couldn't help but feel a bit of wishful thinking—hoping that the elves hadn't launched an offensive, and that he was just overthinking things.

But now, the light is shining brightly, which means that A Xing has sent a signal.

This means that the elves did indeed launch an attack, and it was aimed at A Xing and his friends.

Kang De took a deep breath.

"Then let's go."

He left behind spatial coordinates, and with a flash of black light, arrived in the White Mist World carrying several boxes of weapons and ammunition.

"Prepare for battle."

Horus transformed with a clang, becoming a chariot and unleashing gun barrels and cannons as sharp as a hedgehog.

Always ready.

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PS1: Second update! 4,000 words! I've updated over 8,000 words today! Other people would only get four updates!

PS2: Where are the tickets?! Where are the tickets?! Where are the tickets?! Updated around 10 PM... Time for bed, goodnight everyone!