"Good news and bad news, which one are you going to hear first?" After returning from the Sky Eye that was spying on Pietro in Italy, he gave Albert a multiple-choice question.

"Of course it's bad news, because you don't get too excited to hear the good news until you know how bad your situation is." Albert was a pessimist who believed that bread falling on the ground must be stained with butter. ”

"The bad news is that Kalashnikov has come up with a blueprint for the AKS74U, and it's basically the same as the historical gun that was in service in the '70s, except for some minor changes."

"I guess the good news must be that Pietro didn't have the AKS74U design, right?" Albert asked with a smile.

"How do you know?" Tianyan asked strangely, Belgium is so far away from Italy and Germany, how can Prince Albert be so sure that Pietro did not adopt Kalashnikov's design?

"If you think about it, you know the answer." Albert said proudly, "In fact, AKS74U is more of a one-man self-defense weapon in a sense, and the current national army is either pursuing a rifle with intermediate power bullets or full-power bullets, or a submachine gun with high-power pistol bullets, as for small-caliber rifle bullets, don't make a fuss, this thing is not in line with the current mainstream firearms development at all." ”

Moreover, the concept of individual self-defense weapons was first put forward at the annual meeting held by the American Combat Readiness Association in 1986, and later the United States Fort Benning Infantry School formally put forward the idea of developing PDW in the "American Small Arms Master Plan", but individual self-defense weapons have a little untimely feeling, because when he was preparing large-scale equipment troops, the Cold War ended, the demand for personal defense weapons in various countries suddenly disappeared, and the originally expected large number of military orders fell through, In other markets, there are also difficulties in the promotion of bullets that are not popular, and individual self-defense weapons are gradually foaming.

"Pietro is the reality, it is estimated that he is now also planning to put Kalashnikov aside, and then cultivate it after this period of limelight, although the information says that Kalashnikov is docile and humble, but I think this person is very competitive in firearms, he must be dissatisfied now, it is better to take advantage of the current situation, I plan to go to Italy, personally take down Kalashnikov, a fierce general." Albert was anxious to consider flying to Italy, but considering that the development of the first turboprop airliner, the Viscount, had only begun this year, and regular passenger transportation had only begun in '49, he dismissed the idea of flying.

Because the thought that the current airliner is still a C46 piston transport plane, the thing that was scolded by the Yankees as a "coffin in the air", Albert got goosebumps all over his body.

After taking care of the affairs of NORINCO, Albert embarked on a long-distance journey, of course, carrying his father and brother on his back, and he also took Victor with him for safety, after all, a thirteen-year-old child went to such a far place that even Albert himself was not at ease, there are such things as human traffickers in any country, maybe Europe still has guns.

After dozens of hours of turbulence, the train finally arrived in Italy, and after getting off the train, Albert began to take a long-distance bus to Brethea without stopping.

After squeezing onto the bus to Brethea, Albert found his place in the ears full of foreign accents, and he was accompanied by Victor with his luggage in his hands, but after a rigorous tactical training his fitness ceiling had improved considerably, Albert was still in good spirits when he was exhausted.

"Boss, you're definitely the most genius I've ever met." Victor sat next to Albert after putting down his luggage, and as the boss's personal bodyguard, Victor did not forget to let down his guard when chatting with Albert.

"Heh, I've thought too much about Victor, and your sycophants aren't good enough." Looking at the burly and majestic man in front of him, Albert felt a sense of security in his heart, he stretched his waist and said, "I just have more ideas than adults, and a little more ideas than bear children of the same age." ”

"If the boss just thinks a little more, then I guess many people will die of shame." For the first time, Victor didn't keep a straight face and grinned.

An old man next to him, who probably knew French, turned his head and asked, "Are you two traveling to Italy?" ”

Perhaps it was rare to meet anyone who could speak French in Italy, Albert replied politely, "I'm going to go to Brethea to find friends, it's the first time I've come to Italy." ”

"I'm guessing you're not French, are you?" The old man's eyes seemed to shine with a shining light.

"Belgians." Albert generously admitted.

Then the old man smiled and introduced Albert to Brethea, who was as kind as the old man in the neighborhood whom Albert had met in his previous life, and he told Albert which art gallery treasured the only books depicted by Italian Renaissance painters, where the library could find the original manuscripts of the sixteenth-century writers, and where the church architecture was wonderful and worth seeing. At the end, he also quoted the scriptures and said a sentence.

"Italy, it's the best of times, people go straight to heaven."

"Where is Grandpa from?" Albert tried his best to show the "innocence" of a child.

"Sicily, but children, if you don't go to Sicily, it's like never going to Italy, because in Sicily you can find the source of Italian beauty." The old man touched Albert's little head and said.

"These are the sentences that Gus wrote when he arrived in Palermo in 1787." In fact, in terms of literary attainments, Albert was not inferior, but it happened to be overshadowed by military talent.

"What a learned little poet." When the old man said this, his eyes were looking meaningfully towards Victor.

Albert was about to reply to something, but Vic, who was sitting next to him, had a serious face, and he stretched out his left palm and hung it down above his thigh, then pressed it down lightly and pointed forward.

Albert's face changed suddenly when he saw Victor make this gesture indicating danger, and when he looked up, he saw three men in black leather coats and forward hats walking into the car, and they lowered the brim of their hats as they got into the car. Anyone who has seen American movies of the forties of the twentieth century knows that in general, such guys are not good people. If they were carrying a violin case, Albert was absolutely sure it contained a Thompson submachine gun.

Albert regretted a little that he didn't bring a gun with him, a guy dressed like this must be an outlaw with a gun on his body, and he seemed to only have a fruit knife in his bag, and he almost wanted to die.

"Their right hand has been hidden in a trench coat, and I guess it's a pistol or something, and now we can only hope that they are robbers, not gangsters, and gangsters who seek revenge don't care whether others live or die, they either run out of bullets or kill each other. There is no word for innocent in their dictionary. ”

"Gangster revenge? Are you saying we have people on the black road on this train? Albert asked.

"It's hard to say, wait a minute, I'll act when I see the opportunity, boss, you just hide under the seat and don't look up." Victor's calmness was outrageous, and he had already clenched a fruit knife in his left hand, just waiting for the other party's fierce face to be revealed.

Three men with gloomy faces walked in the direction of Albert, who was lying on his seat, looked up, just in time to see the benevolent head who had introduced him to the scenery of Brethea, quietly put his hand into the pocket of his coat and made a gesture to draw his gun.

Damn, not only have the big-eyed people rebelled against change and life these days, but even the bad guys have started pretending to be kind?

Albert just wanted to remind Victor that there was a guy next to him who didn't know whether he was friend or foe, and the first guy who came to Victor was about to take out his pistol, just when he was about to take out the pistol completely, Victor, who had been holding back, jumped up suddenly, and before everyone could react, the fruit knife hidden under Victor's wrist went towards the killer's stab.