It would take some time to get from Kwai Tsing to Kowloon, so Su Ming had Raleigh test-drive some higher-priced units along the way, such as the all-black Sinanju and the all-black Zeong.
These things had been assembled by the Adjutant on Sepulk using her own technology after Strangle read the host's memories and passed them on to her, then stored in the warehouse through teleportation.
Showing them to the general and the others was just to whet their appetites, so that when they fought Kaiju in the future, they would remember to organize people to collect the bodies instead of letting the black market scavengers get there first.
Those black market people only cared about gathering corpses to sell for money. They would not harmlessly dispose of the toxin-contaminated seas and land, which was bad for Earth. So they could forget about doing that business; the regular military could handle it instead.
As for the dying general, since Deathstroke did not want him to die, even if he begged for death, it would be difficult for him to get it. This was not Marvel, where cancer was an incurable disease.
After messing around for about half an hour, a heavy container truck drove into the warehouse. After checking the Kaiju head inside, Su Ming shook hands with the general and closed the deal. He had Raleigh drive the Zaku into the cargo compartment, then had the Adjutant bring over a USB drive containing the training program.
"Pleasure doing business, General. I hope you win at the first stroke next time you face a Kaiju. And if you get any monster corpses, remember to bring them over."
"I hope there will never be a next time." The general gave a bitter smile. His skin was already dark, and when he