"What are we doing next?" Shao Bing and Leng Feng were in the same vehicle, though not with Jiang Yan Hai. Black Lion was also in their vehicle.
"Taking you guys to buy equipment. You just got here and don't have anything. You still need to buy the tools of the trade," Black Lion said with a grin.
"We can just buy it directly?" Shao Bing was a little stunned.
"Otherwise what? Wait for us to build a factory and make it ourselves?" Black Lion burst out laughing. He reached over and patted Shao Bing on the shoulder. After laughing twice more, he said, "Brother, welcome to passionate Africa. This isn't your home country."
Shao Bing thought about it and realized that was indeed how it was. He had only heard about or seen such things on television, in movies, and in internal military documents before. He had never truly experienced them.
This time, they had caught up with it.
"Everyone, prepare for alert. We're entering the black market now." Jiang Yan Hai's voice came through.
"Yes!" Black Lion and the others immediately became vigilant. The people inside the vehicle swiftly got to work. Shao Bing saw that they had already brought up the interface for the remotely controlled rotating machine gun on the roof. Combined with the compact fire-control radar, it could not react as quickly as the Type 1130 mounted on warships.
But the rotating machine gun could still lock onto the trajectory of incoming bullets in around a second and launch a rapid counterattack. Of course, it could also be operated manually for firing.
The rotating machine guns atop all eight vehicles began operating, remaining ready to fire at any moment. The people inside responsible for operating them no longer had the mood to chat and laugh.