Inside the Accessory Shop, Fatty Ma leaned back on the sofa with a cigarette between his lips, staring blankly at the ceiling. On the tea table in front of him sat a landmine covered in dirt.
The landmine's fuse had already been removed. Su Xiao hadn't planted more dangerous trigger-activated landmines in the backyard. He only needed a warning system, not landmines to kill enemies.
Even if Fatty Ma stepped on the landmine and it exploded, the most it would do was make a tremendous noise. Its actual lethality would only be enough to knock Fatty Ma off his feet.
"I'm saying, you're way too hardcore. You buried landmines in the backyard? Wasn't your former profession an assassin? Why do I feel like you're more of a spy?"
Fatty Ma shuddered as he took a drag to calm himself. He didn't know the landmine's actual power and thought the thing would blow him into minced meat, just like in the movies.
"BKT-35-type warning mine with a release trigger. At most, this thing is a toy of war. It's made of plastic and was invented by one of my colleagues. Its explosion sounds similar to the real thing. You can think of it this way: at worst, you stepped on a firecracker with a fifteen-second delay. It only stunned you. You don't need to be so terrified."
Su Xiao carried a black travel bag out of the basement.
"Easy for you to say. I was almost scared shitless."
Fatty Ma rolled his eyes.
"By the way, how many of these did you set up?"
"Dozens."
Su Xiao sat behind the bar and placed the travel bag on the wooden table inside it.
"You're awesome."
Fatty Ma took a drag, then suddenly laughed.
"Does this count as having stepped on a landmine?