Civilization: Beyond Two Worlds

"Listen to me! You two guys! Usually you fly to Africa, and you get paid 10,000 dollars, this time I'll give you 20,000! 20,000 dollars! Enough for you to change a chicken a day to play for a year! "

In the cockpit, Kirov took out two stacks of dollars, slapped it in front of the two Serb pilots, and said loudly: "But in exchange, from now on, that distinguished Chinese over there is your tsar! Your tsar! Father of Steel! Whatever he tells you to do, you must do it!"

"Even if he's going to blow up the plane, the only thing you can do is get that **** parachute on your back and get out of his plane as fast as you can, understand?"

A pilot said weakly: "But sir, this An-12 is the property of the Serbian Air Force..."

"It's mine after the fall! I'll pay! Do you understand! I! Come! Pay! Pay!"

Kirov frightened the pilots with Maozi's racial talent and the arms dealer's acquired bluffing professional habit, and returned to the cabin behind the cockpit.

The layout of the An-12 transport aircraft is like this. The small section behind the cockpit is the passenger cabin, which is about the size of two four-person decks, with luggage on the left and Kant on the right.

He sat opposite Kant, his smile was three more sincere than before.

"Friends," Kirov asked. "Don't you need a guide and an interpreter? Or, a few valet to help you with some chores? I have a few people I can recommend."

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

"Okay, you have the final say."

Sitting opposite Kant at close range, Kirov was actually a little restrained, and his words were not as neat as before: "Mr. Xie said that you need a language translator, I have already found them for you, there are three in total, you can take shifts, let them use the best A good state will serve you, call me if you need it."

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

Hearing Kant's words, Kirov became even more restrained, with a look of embarrassment on his face, and glanced at the luggage seat on the left, where the gun boxes and ammunition boxes were fixed with seat belts.

The beauty of the capitalist world is that, as long as the benefits are sufficient, you can't imagine how meticulous the service attitude of the businessmen will be.

For example, Kirov wanted to give Kant a souvenir. After listening to Kant's request, the bigger and stronger the better, and the recoil and weight should not be taken seriously. Although he quickly thought of a gun that met the requirements, he also took into account the fact that Kant was flying. There must be something wrong with Africa. If this gun is not suitable for use, it will be a bit embarrassing.

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

From pistols to shotguns and assault rifles, Austria's Glock-Ke has no bar pistols, the US military uses xm1014, and Poland's newly developed MS-BS has no bar assault rifles, all kinds, customized, high-end, Like a Christmas tree, it is filled with many accessories, giving customers the double enjoyment of pretending and actual combat.

He even thought about the lines: "My brother, I know that men like big, cool, and powerful ones, but small has small benefits, right? Let's try small ones."

What is professionalism and what is service spirit?

Thinking back to the Northern Song Dynasty, Lu Zhishen made a custom weapon at the blacksmith shop in the market at the foot of Wutai Mountain. He opened his mouth to build a 100-pound Zen staff. "Don't blame the villain." Now that Uncle Kang wants to counter the equipment when he opens his mouth, Kirov not only didn't say a word, but he also prepared spares carefully. This arms service can be said to be quite in place.

However, when he saw Kant standing like a Terminator with a burst of anti-equipment rifles, he realized that people want this to fight, and they really don't look down on small-caliber weak weapons.

If I knew it earlier, I brought a car Minigun over here...

Although Kant accepted his younger brother Gun with a smile, Kirov still felt a little embarrassed.

He sincerely said: "Brother, it's too late this time, next time I will prepare a weapon that really suits your taste, Pfeifer-Zeliska. , I may not be very vivid when I say that, so let me describe it like this..."

He made a gesture: "The ammunition of this pistol is bigger than my chicken [beep-]..."

Having said this, he laughed out loud: "Just kidding, I am super brave, but seriously, the ammunition of that gun is really super super super, and there is a giant revolver from Remington..."

Kant listened with great interest.

In ancient times, military weapons had the best performance, but this is not the case in modern times. Under a limited budget, the most important indicator of military firearms is cheap, followed by durability. And firearms enthusiasts are more willing to spend money. The firearms they order do not have to consider the cost issue. Firearms companies that specialize in serving these people will always come up with many flashy guys.

For example, for the pursuit of ultimate power, let’s take a look at the 33.7mm caliber elephant hunting gun. A projectile weighs half a catty. The shooting requires two adult men to complete the shooting - one is responsible for firing, and the other is responsible for holding the back, so as not to shoot the recoil, that buddy Just throw it out.

Kant asked, "Another example, AA-12?"

Kirov was stunned for a moment, and then said: "This gun is a laughing stock in the industry, and now it's famous because they plan to sell it for civilian use, so they spend a lot of money on advertising, implanting games and the like... In fact As a shotgun, it has a large size, a short range, inflexible ammunition supply, and a drum that is too large. It is unqualified for competition, riot control, hunting, and tactics. The only advantage is also the biggest advantage. , powerful and ferocious, but..."

He shrugged and said: "The positioning of shotguns now is only a tool gun and a door opener. Even in close combat, the power of this fully automatic shotgun is too much. When it is really close to shooting, it will take a 12-gauge deer bullet. What's the difference between seven or eight rounds of No. 12 deer bullets? They're all dead."

— Yes, this is what I want.

Kant said seriously: "I'm not afraid of excess power, and I'm not afraid of poor manipulation."

In fact, it is said that the AA-12 has a good maneuverability.

It's because everything doesn't come in handy—you'll always have better, cheaper, lighter, and more practical alternatives where modern society can.

But Kant is not afraid.

Just kidding, what is the green skin afraid of not being manipulative, and what is the elves afraid of being overpowered?

All the weapons he got from the other side were basically prepared for the other world.

What? here in Africa?

Just kidding, as far as Uncle Hei's fighting power is shown in the news, even if he doesn't need all hot weapons, he only holds an axe, drives time to speed up, uses the power of the dragon god, uses spell scrolls, circulates vindictive energy, swayes spells, and fully unlocks thieves. The power of the fireman can crush them simply and easily.

The battle experience of the cold weapon master is so empty, boring and boring.

"Think of a way for me, my friend, I know that many serious countries restrict the flow and sale of high-power fully automatic weapons, but this world is not as law-abiding as we think, right?"

Under the dim light of the cabin, Kant's eyes became more serene, and he leaned forward slightly.

"I am very satisfied with the high-quality service you provide, and I believe that you will take the initiative to consider my interests while earning enough and due remuneration. I have a hunch that this cooperation is just the beginning."

He took out a gold brick from the bag next to him and put it on the table, making a dull sound.

Thousands of years of human civilization, countless people are crazy about this shiny precious metal.

Kirov's eyes were also attracted by this charming luster.

"This is the deposit."

Kant put his hand on the gold brick, "My friend, help me keep an eye out for some real, heavy firepower, deadly, huge, cruel, efficient. Also help me keep an eye out for the ones that people like me can use. , guns, guns, anything... Maybe I, who have arrived in Africa, want to do business with you again."

His hand stroked lightly on the gold brick.

The solid and heavy precious metal is split in two, and the fracture is as smooth as a laser cut.

He separated the other piece and smiled at each other.

"And here's a gift in return, thank you for the gun."

The base tower gave a signal to allow takeoff, and Kirov left the An-12 transport plane and watched the giant bird in the air drive to the runway. Then he returned to the car and pulled out the two gold bricks that nearly cracked his pocket and threw it away. Going to the side, clutching his heart, he breathed a sigh of relief: "fxck, e6atь, fuck..."

Dimitri turned back: "boss?"

"No wonder Chinese tycoons like Xie Ligan respect and fear him, fuck, fuck..." he said in Russian, "I wasn't so nervous when I went to see the former KGB employee... He was clearly not angry, he was always polite, but he gave My feeling is that he could kill everyone he sees at any time..."

When he said this, he scolded again: "Fuck, what a shame."

"…If I say that makes you feel better."

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

Kirov asked: "A lot? How many?"

The former signal flag officer said: "According to the standard of the signal flag, it is enough to be called a bloodthirsty madman, a natural war madman, but this is not the most important, the most important thing is..."

Dimitri paused for a moment, which was what shocked him.

"This Chinese is not very good at using guns."

There was a dead silence in the luxurious bulletproof sedan, save for the roar of the engine in the distance.

Watching the An-12 gradually take off, Kirov swallowed.

Then he laughed: "Ha! This has nothing to do with me, I don't care if he is the captain of China or some other genetic warrior secretly cultivated, and I don't care what kind of massacre he wants to launch by buying so many arms, that's not the point. , the point is that I have a new high-quality customer!"

He slapped Dimitri's seat hard: "Let's go! I'm going to pick out more efficient humanitarian relief supplies for our new client... In other words, he's not really a super soldier who has been frozen for decades, right?"

"I don't know, boss, but I know he's not as talkative as that big **** in America."

"Of course, Dimitri, I knew it the first time I saw him, and knew we were going to be good partners and friends - I was the arms dealer, selling death, and he, spreading death."

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

"What are you questioning? Dimitri, my brother, I am an arms dealer, but before that, I was Russian!"

Kirov said righteously: "Of course, I pray silently, praying that the weapons I sold to Chinese comrades can be fired at will but all empty, and will not hurt any Russian compatriots."

The two Maozi laughed at the same time, and the laughter echoed in the bulletproof car.

And the An-12 has already rushed into the sky with a strong momentum, straight into the clouds.

Xie Ligan said earlier that the military transport plane is fine, but it is a little bumpy.

...a little bit of your sister.

The ordinary flying-machine cup is placed on the bulkhead, which is fully automatic.

Kant misses the Gulfstream G650 very much, but unfortunately it can't transport arms, and secondly, domestic pilots are reluctant to fly here. Compared with President Xie's private jet, this An-12 is simply a tricycle.

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

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

When the pilot saw him coming over, he turned around and said, for various reasons that he couldn't speak, this busy pilot could speak Chinese. As for why, he really couldn't speak.

Kant nodded and said, "It's very bumpy... I'll take a look in the cargo hold. I'll have a good time."

It's a precaution.

The two pilots nodded with a smile. Kirov had made it very clear earlier that these goods are all from Chinese guests, so what are they like?

He closed the cabin door and strolled in the wide cargo hold of the An-12, flanked by tightly packed wooden boxes and boxes, developed a hundred years of modern craftsmanship, pure killing weapons, and countless weapons and ammunition.

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

But that's for modern warfare.

Because the soldiers will hide, disperse, hide, and build temporary offensives, the war has been going on for a hundred years, and what needs to be avoided, how to deal with it, blood has accumulated enough experience.

But they don't know anything about the army of the cold weapon era that emphasizes the dense formation.

Kant reached out and touched a wooden box, and suddenly his expression changed.

He took out the "quantum signal generator" from his pocket.

The light flashed, and flashed, and flashed again.

In an instant, Kant's face froze like ice.

Although he arranged a two-line battle plan overnight, made a response and a plan, and purchased arms, he still had a fluke in his heart—I hope the elves didn't launch an offensive, and I hope he just thinks too much.

But now, the light is shining, indicating that the gorilla has sent a signal.

This means that the elves have indeed launched an attack, and they are attacking the gorillas.

Kant took a deep breath.

"Come on then."

He left the spatial coordinates, a black light flashed, and he came to the White Mist World with a few boxes of weapons and ammunition.

"Ready to fight."

Horus transformed into a chariot, unfolding its barrel like a hedgehog.

"Ready at all the time."

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PS1: Second update! Four thousand words! More than 8,000 words have been updated today! Replaced by someone else's home is the four!

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