After the convoy arrived in Stuka province, the Russian smuggling ship contacted by the whiteheads had docked off the coast of the south.

The captain was a bearded old man, sitting on the beach carrying half a bottle of vodka, and when he saw the bald guy in the distance, he laughed and exclaimed, "Hey! You guys really aren't dead, I thought it was hell when I got the call! ”

The bald guy went over and hugged him, and introduced Chen Mo, "Skov, this is my current employer, Mr. Chen Mo, a native of Country Z, and also the first personal advisor of King Moriah. He looked a little embarrassed and ended up with an official title.

"First Advisor?" Skov straightened the crooked captain's hat, and when he saw Chen Mo's young age, he sneered, "Bald man, is there something wrong with your brain?" This is not like you used to be! How did you get mixed up with the Boy Scouts? ”

"Don't talk nonsense!" The white-headed guy glared at him, for fear that Chen Mo would have a seizure and cause unnecessary trouble.

"The Boy Scouts are here to do business, and I haven't heard of sellers picking customers." Chen Mo smiled good-naturedly.

This title reminded him of Olivia, who had not contacted the glasses girl so far, and could not be contacted, and there must have been an overwhelming net in country M that had already been unfolded.

As soon as he spoke, several people around him had different reactions.

The bald guy took a half-step back, which was a sign of humility enough, just as an employee would never stand in the wrong position in front of his boss; Bo Bird had several spare batteries with him, still fiddling with the laptop, the firewall had been installed to the seventh layer, and it seemed that he would have to continue programming even if the end of the world was coming soon, but he still looked up at his new owner; Nine fingers tensed all over his body, like a cat that was erecting its back hair, and turned around vigilantly, and the first object of defense was Chen Mo.

Luo Li took a step, Nine Fingers' eyes changed, and finally lowered his head, realizing that his performance was too conspicuous. This girl is also an object that he can't contend with, and she is more suspicious and ruthless than Chen Molai.

Skov looked at it a little inexplicably, these guys were obviously more complicated than he imagined.

"We came from Perm and heard about it! The most famous military-industrial city! If it weren't for the white-headed guy's sake this time, I wouldn't have gone all the way to deliver these 500 firearms! Mr. Boy Scouts, is your army going to rob McDonald's? What's that amount for?! Skov gestured to the old warship converted into a smuggling ship in the distance, and said proudly, "You should thank the great Tsarist Russia!" By the way, thank you again for this damn annihilator! He knows that our firearms are the best in the world, even if there are only 500 guns, it is enough for you to gain a firm foothold in this small projectile country! ”

Several speedboats washed up into the shallows, and more than a dozen big men jumped into the waist-high water and carried boxes of firearms wrapped in tarpaulins ashore.

"Try it, maybe it will be so good that you will be incontinent together!" Skov pried open the wooden box, picked up a dark and heavy iron guy with both hands, and handed it to Chen Mo with a little playfulness.

Looking at the Scout's physique, Skov wondered if he would have smashed a on the spot as soon as he took the firearm.

The smell of gun oil mixed with the smell of pine resin quietly spread, Chen Mo carried the handle of the strange firearm, but he didn't find the gun, so he had to ask: "How do you get this thing?" ”

"Three extended magazines, here, here, and here, we call it the 'Tyrannosaurus' artillery." Skov pointed to the protrusions that stretched out like wings on the body of the gun, and was a little surprised by Chen Mo's lightweight performance, "Before you want to fire, you can dial here, there is a warm-up mechanism, so it will take 1.2 seconds for the bullet to come out." Don't despise it because of this, the Tyrannosaurus rex is not used to compete with others in marksmanship or speed, it is a real individual overlord, and its only role on the battlefield is to make minced meat. If you have a hard time changing magazines in a tough battle......"

He picked up a 50-centimeter-tall cuboid ammo box with a shoulder strap on it, "Then use it without a magazine, if your warrior is strong enough." Automatic power supply, open automatic cooling system, a maximum rate of fire of 3,000 rounds per minute, if you replace it with an armor-piercing warhead, an ordinary tank can be made into a honeycomb, and a permanent fortification is not enough for it to dig even a solid concrete. This is Perm's wildest artwork in recent years, M Guokee's individual soldier Gatling can only be a dream forever, but we turned it into reality, Gatlin can't even compare to a single hair of a Tyrannosaurus rex! ”

The old captain was talking endlessly, and suddenly saw Chen Mo open the safety bolt, and the barrel of the drum was already spinning wildly in a terrifying hiss!

The delivery men on the beach all lay down with dirty faces, and Skov cursed and lay down on the ground with his head in his hands. He didn't know if this boy scout was a child with cerebral palsy, and if the recoil was not well grasped, once the gunman fell, the whole living thing on the fan would be torn into pieces in an instant!

The Tyrannosaurus artillery began to roar hysterically, and only then did Chen Mo know why it was called a cannon and not a gun. The blazing flames from the barrel of the barrel were like burning dragon's breath, and as he panned the muzzle, a thick splinter of palm trees flew at the foot of the mountain in the distance, and almost as soon as the stream swept over, it had already collapsed. Any kind of firearm he had come into contact with before had become an embroidery needle-like ornament, and Chen Mo could clearly feel the slight tremor coming from the body of the gun. The roar of gunfire drowned out all other movements, a rhapsody of gunpowder and metal, unmatched in its destructive power.

The three self-reloading magazines quickly missed, the rollers still spinning, and green smoke curling. Chen Mo looked at the messy mountain behind the broken tree, and looked unsatisfied, "Very good, did you only bring this bit of goods?" ”

Skov got up in exasperation and patted the sand on his body, "You madman, do you want to kill us?" There are still 2,500 rods on board, which is an order placed by someone else, and the bald guy didn't say you want more! ”

"Even the 2,500 strokes, I've got it all." Chen Mo looked back at Luo Li, who handed over the satellite phone.

Seeing that he seemed to be connecting to the bank to transfer money, Skov sneered a few times, "You know it's the best product, right?" You didn't place an order a long time ago, and now you regret it, and it's my bird business! Don't work in vain, I won't sell it if I give more money! Old Skov pays attention to credibility in business, and if he sells you other people's goods, I can't explain it when I turn around! Young man, seeing that you look like that, I'll give you a piece of advice. Money is a good thing, but sometimes it doesn't mean everything, and when dealing with old guys like us, you have to play according to our rules. You can ask the bald guy, am I the kind of person who forgets his righteousness for the sake of profit? ”

Chen Mo handed over the phone, and Skov was stunned, instinctively picked it up, and brought it to his ear. When he heard the bank manager repeat the number, he shuddered and his legs were so weak that he couldn't stand on his feet.

"This is the price I pay, and I want your ship." Chen Mo's expression was calm, as if he was just buying two goldfish in small plastic bags on the street.

"Ship too? Damn it...... My God...... Well, you devil! Skov gritted his teeth. Fuck the reputation, don't people live for money?

"Boss, there is no Internet in this country, and I finally found a line that works." The bird suddenly interjected, crackling on the computer a few times, and the smuggling ship in the distance reacted, and the rusty turret slowly turned in this direction.

Skov was about to pee when he realized that he had met more than just a madman.

After the transfer was completed, Chen Mo picked up one of the boxes, asked the convoy to transport the remaining firearms, and took everyone onto the ship. The bald guy didn't have a bad time from the MiG fighter to the Rocky submarine, and he smiled bitterly at Skov apologetically, and followed with three steps and two steps.

"Hey, wait!" Skov suddenly remembered something crucial and cried out, "How can we go back to Russia?" ”

Chen Mo turned around and shrugged, returning his previous words to him, "What's the matter with me?" ”

The smuggling ship drove away, and Skov looked at his men dumbfounded.

"We still have speedboats!" A big man who had obviously drunk too much straightened his chest, and after noticing Skov's eyes, he was immediately deflated, and walked to the boat with a sad face and raised the wooden oar, "If you really can't do it, there is still this ......"

The smuggling boat circled the waterway and stopped in the waters of the rebel-occupied area. Chen Mo had already asked the Moria to mark the location of the Great Siege on the military map and prepare to disembark nearby.

"I won't let you go!" Luo Li stared at him coldly, "You are always like this, you don't take your life seriously!" No matter how strong you are, this is a battlefield after all, what can one person's strength do?! ”

"You go to the island and bring people over, I'll find out the situation first, it's okay." Chen Mo picked up a "turtle shell", which was one of the private goods that the bald man recaptured.

"I don't want you dead!" Luo Li's face turned pale with anger.

Chen Mo smiled, reached out and touched her head, "I don't want my brother to die either, I'm afraid it's too late to go." Hurry up, I'll wait for you. ”

When he got off the boat, Chen Mo called out the nine fingers, and both of them jumped into the shallow sea without looking back with the "turtle shell" and the tyrannosaurus cannon.

(To be continued)