Civilization: Beyond Two Worlds Chapter 301 – 301 Men Like It to Be Large and Cool

301 Men Like It to Be Large and Cool
“Listen carefully! You two! Usually, when you fly to Africa, there's a reward of 10,000 dollars. This time, I'll give you 20,000! 20,000 dollars! It's enough for you to visit a prostitute every day for a year!”

In the driver's seat, Kirov took out two stacks of dollars and slapped them in front of the two Serb pilots. He shouted, “However, in exchange, from now on, that noble Chinese person over there is your Tsar! Your kind father! You'll do whatever he wants you to do!”

“Even if he wants to blow up this plane, the only thing you can do is get out of his plane as quickly as possible with that d*mned parachute on your backs. Do you understand?”

One of the pilots said weakly, “But sir, this An-12 is the property of the Serbian Air Force…”

“After it falls, it's mine! I'll pay! Do you understand?! I! Come! Pay!”

Kirov frightened the pilots with the racial talent of the Russians and the bluff professional habit developed by the arms dealers the next day, then returned to the cabin behind the driver's seat.

The layout of the An-12 transport plane was like this. The small section behind the cockpit was the passenger cabin. It was about the size of two four-person booths. On the left was the luggage, and on the right was Kang De.

He sat opposite Kang De and his smile was even more sincere than before.

“Friend,” Kirov asked, “do you not need a guide and interpreter to follow? Or should I say, a few lackeys who can help you do some chores? I have a few people I can recommend.”

Kang De shook his head. “Thank you, Kirov, but they can't keep up with me.”

“Alright, whatever you say.”

Sitting opposite Kang De at close range, Kirov was actually a little reserved and his words were not as eloquent as before. “Mr. Xie said that you need a language interpreter. I've already found one for you. There are a total of three. They can take shifts and serve you in their best state. Call me if you need anything.”

“Thank you, Kirov, and thank you for the gun.”

Hearing Kang De say this, Kirov became even more reserved. An awkward expression appeared on his face. He glanced at the luggage seat on the left. There were gun and ammunition boxes fixed with seat belts.

This was the beauty of the capitalist world. As long as there were enough benefits, one could not imagine how meticulous the service attitude of the businessmen would be.

For example, Kirov wanted to give Kang De a souvenir. After hearing his request, the larger and fiercer the better. Don't take the back seat and weight seriously. Although he quickly thought of a gun that met the requirements, he also considered that there must be something wrong with Kang De flying to Africa. It would be a little awkward if this gun was not suitable.

Therefore, other than the GM6 Lynx, he had also prepared a series of normal combat weapons.

They ranged from pistols to shotguns and assault rifles. There were all kinds, customized, and high-end. It was hung with many accessories like a Christmas tree, giving customers the dual enjoyment of showing off and actual combat.

He had even thought of the lines. “My brother, I know that men like it to be big, satisfying, and exciting to use, but there are small benefits to being small, right? Let's try the small ones.”

What was professional? What was service spirit?

Back in the Northern Song Dynasty, Lu Zhishen had customized weapons in the blacksmith shop at the market under Mount Wutai. As soon as he opened his mouth, he wanted to forge a 50 kilograms Buddhist staff. The blacksmith shop's edict had returned him 62 kilograms and he had to add, “When you can't use it, don't blame me.” Now that Master Kang had asked for anti-materiel, not only did Kirov not speak, he had even thoughtfully prepared a backup. This firearms service could be said to be quite in place.

However, when he saw Kang De standing and firing anti-materiel rifles like a terminator, he realized that he wanted this to fight a war. Moreover, he indeed looked down on small-caliber weak weapons.

If he had known earlier, he would have brought a car full of menagerie…

Although Kang De had accepted his brother's gun, Kirov still felt a little embarrassed.

He said sincerely, “Brother, it's too late this time. Next time, I'll prepare a weapon that really suits your taste. The Pfeifer Zeliska .600 revolver. I have it in my collection. It's made in Austria. It's 550mm long and weighs six kilograms. It might not look good if I say this, so let me describe it like this…”

He gestured a size. “The ammunition for this pistol is even larger than my c*ck…”

At this point, he laughed out loud, “I'm joking. I'm super brave, but to be honest, the ammunition of that gun is indeed super big, and there's also a huge revolver launched by Remington…”

Kang De was interested.

In ancient times, military weapons had the best performance, but it was different in the modern world. Under a limited budget, the most important indicator of military firearms was cheapness, followed by durability. As for power and performance, they had to be leaned back. The rich and gun enthusiasts were even more willing to spend money. The firearms they ordered did not have to consider the cost. Firearms companies that specially served these people would always produce many flashy guys.

For example, the ultimate power pursuit. One had to understand the 33.7mm Elephant Hunting Gun. A pellet was half a kilogram. Shooting required two adult men to complete it—one was responsible for firing, and the other was responsible for holding back to prevent the back seat of the gun from throwing the guy away.

Kang De asked, “For example, A12?”

Kirov was stunned for a moment before saying, “This gun is simply the laughing stock of the industry. Now that its reputation has risen, it's because they plan to sell it for civilian use. Therefore, they spent a lot of money to advertise and implant games and so on… In fact, as a shotgun, it's large, has a close range, and is inflexible in terms of ammunition supply. The drum is too large and is disqualified in terms of competitiveness, riot suppression, hunting, tactics, and so on. Its only advantage is also its greatest advantage. It's powerful and ferocious, but…”

He shrugged and said, “Now, the location of the shotgun is only the tool gun and the door opener. Even in close combat, the power of this fully automatic shotgun is too much. When it's really fired close, what's the difference between being shot by a No. 12 deer bullet and being shot by seven or eight No. 12 deer bullets? They'll all die.”

—Yes, this is what I want.

Kang De said seriously, “I'm not afraid of excess power or poor control.”

In fact, it was said that the A12 was very manipulative.

The reason was that it was useless in all aspects. On an occasion that could be used in modern society, you would always have better, cheaper, lighter, and more practical substitutes.

However, Kang De was not afraid.

What a joke. What were the green-skinned afraid of? What were the elves afraid of?

All the weapons he had obtained from the other party were basically prepared for the other world.

What? From Africa?

What a joke. With the combat strength displayed by the black uncle in the news, even if he, Kang De, did not use all the hot weapons, he could only hold the axe and activate Time Acceleration. He could use the power of the Dragon God, use the magic scroll, circulate his battle aura, and sprinkle spells. He could easily crush them with the power of the Fire Thief.

The combat experience of a cold weapons master was so empty, boring, and unattractive.

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

Under the dim light of the cabin, Kang De's eyes became even more serene. He leaned forward slightly.

“I'm very satisfied with the quality service you provide and believe that other than earning enough remuneration, you'll also take the initiative to consider my interests. I have a feeling that this cooperation is only the beginning.”

He pulled out a gold brick from the bag beside him and placed it on the table with a muffled sound.

In the thousands of years of human civilization, countless people had gone crazy for this shiny precious metal.

Kirov's gaze could not help but be attracted by this charming luster.

“This is the deposit.”

Kang De pressed his hand on the gold brick. “My friend, help me pay attention to some real, heavy firepower. Fatal, huge, cruel, and efficient. Help me pay attention too. Guns, cannons, anything that a person like me can use… Perhaps I, who has already arrived in Africa, have to do business with you again.”

His hand gently drew a line on the gold brick.

The firm and heavy precious metal split into two, and the cut was as smooth as a laser cut.

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

“This is a gift in return. Thank you for your gun.”

The base tower gave the signal to allow takeoff. Kirov left the An-12 transport plane and watched the huge bird in the air drive towards the runway. Then, he returned to the car and dug out the two gold bricks that had almost cracked his pocket, and threw them aside. He held his heart and heaved a sigh of relief, “F*ck, f*ck…”

Dimitri turned. “Boss?”

“No wonder even a Chinese tycoon like Xie Ligan has to respect and be afraid of him. F*ck, f*ck…” He said in Russian, “I wasn't even so nervous when I went to see that ex-KGB employee… He's clearly not angry and has always been very polite, but the feeling I get is that he can kill everyone he sees at any time…”

At this point, he cursed again, “F*ck, how embarrassing.”

“…If saying this will make you feel better.”

Dimitri glanced in the rearview mirror. “This Chinese comrade has killed many people.”

Kirov asked, “A lot? How many?”

The former signal flag officer said, “By the standards of the signal flag, it's enough to be called a bloodthirsty maniac and a natural war maniac. However, this is not the most important thing. The most important thing is…”

Dimitri paused for a moment. This was what shocked him.

“This Chinese guy doesn't know how to use a gun.”

There was dead silence in the luxurious bulletproof car, except for the roar of the engine in the distance.

Watching the An-12 gradually soar into the air, Kirov swallowed.

Then, he smiled, “Ha! This has nothing to do with me. I don't care if he's the Chinese captain or some other genetic warrior nurtured by some secret. I don't care what massacre he wants to start by buying so many firearms. This is not the point. The point is that I have a new high-quality client!”

He slapped Dimitri's seat hard. “Let's go! I want to choose more efficient humanitarian relief resources for our new client… Speaking of which, could he really be a super warrior who has been frozen for decades?”

“I don't know, Boss, but I know he's not as easy to talk to as that big-ass in America.”

“Of course, Dimitri. I knew from the moment I saw him that we would become very good partners and friends. I'm an arms dealer who sells death, and he spreads it.”

“Then…” Dimitri started the car and glanced at the rearview mirror again, “Boss, if this Chinese captain wants to spread death to Russia, what will you do?”

“What are you questioning? Dimitri, my brother, I'm an arms dealer, but before this, I'm Russian!”

Kirov said righteously, “Of course, I'm praying silently that the weapons I sell to our Chinese comrades can be fired at will, but they're all empty and won't hurt any of our Russian compatriots.”

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

The An-12 had already rushed into the clouds with powerful momentum.

Previously, Xie Ligan had said that military transport planes were good in everything, but they were a little bumpy.

…A little?

If an ordinary flying cup was pressed against the bulkhead, it would be fully automatic.

Kang De missed the Gulfstream G650 extremely. Unfortunately, firstly, he could not transport firearms, and secondly, the pilots in the country were unwilling to fly here no matter what. Compared to President Xie's private plane, this An-12 was simply a tricycle.

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

“Sir, let's try our best to fly steadily!”

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

Kang De nodded and said, “It's very bumpy… I'll go to the cargo cabin to take a look and satisfy my curiosity.”

This could be considered a precaution.

The two pilots smiled and nodded. Kirov had already made it very clear that these goods belonged to Chinese guests. They could do whatever they wanted.

He closed the hatch and strolled through the wide cargo compartment of the An-12. On both sides were tightly sealed wooden boxes and boxes. Modern technology had developed for a hundred years. Pure killing weapons, countless weapons, and ammunition.

It was said that in war, thousands of bullets could only kill one person.

However, that was for modern war.

This was because the soldiers knew how to dodge, disperse, hide, and build temporary attacks. The war had been going on for a hundred years. They had already accumulated enough experience in how to dodge and deal with it.

However, they did not know anything about the army of the era of cold weapons that emphasized dense formations.

Kang De reached out to touch a wooden box. Suddenly, his expression changed.

He took out the “quantum signal generator” from his pocket.

Light flashed, flashed, and flashed.

In an instant, Kang De's face froze.

Although he had arranged two battle plans overnight to make countermeasures and plans to buy firearms, he still had the thought of getting lucky. He hoped that the elves did not attack and that he was just thinking too much.

However, now, the light flashed, indicating that the gorilla had already sent a signal.

This meant that the elves had indeed launched an attack, and it was an attack on the gorilla and the others.

Kang De took a deep breath.

“Then come.”

He left the spatial coordinates and with a black flash, brought a few boxes of weapons and ammunition to the white fog world.

“Prepare to fight.”

Horus transformed into a chariot and unfolded the gun barrel like a hedgehog.

“I'm always prepared.”

Chapter end