Albert gets a substantial promise and a small but significant order from the mafia godfather, and George Sr. gets acquainted with a Belgian royal family and a stable source of arms for FN Corporation, both of whom are win-win situations.

Saying goodbye before the two parted ways, Albert added to George Sr. what he had only said halfway on the bus, "It's the worst of times, people go to hell." ”

The famous sentence of Dickens's "A Tale of Two Cities" contains a more obscure metaphor in the mouth of George Sr.

Old George was on crutches in his hands, and his polite appearance only reminded him of some ancient and hidden aristocratic knight in Italy, rather than a mafia executioner with blood in his hands, and he muttered, "This world is a sea of suffering, which will never change." ”

An old man and a young man are at a loss.

"Of course, those who enter this door should give up all hope." Albert rubbed his hands, feeling a little cold. He just subconsciously thought of the hell chapter in Dante's "Divine Comedy", in fact, he was also good, and George Sr. everyone's hands were more or less stained with the blood of others, but George Sr. killed people directly, and many people died in the goods sold by Albert.

"But at least the goods I sell are still insured." Albert muttered to himself.

It's no wonder that Victor Bout, known as the "King of Arms", derided himself as a death dealer. Victor Bout, the protagonist of the movie "Lord of War", was originally an international arms dealer and drug smuggler who escaped arrest for nearly 20 years after being accused of inciting and supporting war around the world. In 2008, the United States sent agents to lure Bout to Thailand and capture him in one fell swoop. Bout's arrest was seen by the United States as a huge victory to stop the flow of weapons to the black market.

Bout had made $50 million in arms deals with the Afghan Taliban, or dollars in the decade of the twentieth century, and his clients even included former Libyan leader Muammar Gaddafi.

Ironically, agents of the U.S. Drug Enforcement Administration disguised themselves as members of the Revolutionary Armed Forces of Colombia (FARC) and ensnared him in a five-star hotel in Bangkok. On November 2, 2011, the U.S. District Court for the District of New York convicted Victor Bout of attempting to sell arms to terrorists.

The drug catcher went to arrest people, and came back and gave him a charge of arms trafficking, which is really black humor.

At least after the seizure of the Grand Danxia, which helped the Republic deliver 99 Sam-2 missile warheads to Cuba, the Ministry of Foreign Affairs also formally lodged a protest with the Colombian government.

"You're a complete pessimist." Tianyan sneered in his consciousness, now he and Albert can share consciousness more and more perfectly, but the more the consciousness is synchronized, the more surprised Tianyan realizes that it seems that Albert has only two emotions left in his heart, persistence and calmness.

"Actually, I don't understand why you want to go further and further on this road of no return." Tianyan continued to talk to him, "With your current status, you can obviously enjoy a lifetime of glory and wealth, even if you want to do something, the design of firearms is enough to make you famous, but you still have to toss nuclear weapons, develop long-range missiles, move the cake of those big countries, and pull Belgium into a path of light or darkness, is it worth it?" ”

"I am if everything is for the Belgian dream of the stars and the sea, would you believe it?" Albert asked.

"I'm sure I don't believe it." Tianyan's tone was categorical, "Belgium has no chance of becoming a superpower from a political, military, and economic point of view, what are you going to do?" With a few broken Belgian ships in the Pacific Ocean to stage the tragedy of the United States and defeat the US Seventh Fleet? Or defeat the red polar bear in Stalingrad? I'm afraid you don't have enough heads, or the afterglow of the empire on which the sun never sets, or the last elegance of France, or a war with China in the East? Oh no, it's still the era of Chiang Kai-shek. ”

"Normal." After listening to the chatter and grumbling of the eyes of the sky, Albert said uncharacteristically calmly, "It is impossible for us to jump out of the scope of the permanent members of the United Nations and draw circles and play by ourselves, nor can we reformulate the rules, the only way out is to join their game and follow their rules." ”

"Small countries have no right to speak, they can only be slaughtered by the five hooligans, second-rate powers have no right to speak, they can only play the role of thugs with their followers, Belgium will not regard the lighthouse country as a father, obey their words, and will not regard the Soviet Union as an unbreakable comrade-in-arms of the class revolution, these guys are blessed and I enjoy the goods that are difficult for you, Belgium and them only have common interests, not eternal friendship."

"That's why Belgium has a place of its own when it becomes a permanent member of the UN Security Council, and it can bargain with them with confidence, and the first step to becoming permanent is to have nuclear weapons."

'How do you trade with them, we have it, they have it, Belgium can do it, they can do it better.'

"Don't forget that I still have your golden finger." Albert's nerves were relaxed as the car entered Bretea, and George Sr. had said that the city was his territory, and that no rival mafia family would dare to go wild here.

"I am very confident that no country will reject the most cutting-edge military science and technology of this era, and on this basis, I can play a game of driving the wolf and the tiger between the United States and the Soviet Union."

The car stopped at the door of a small wooden house, and as soon as Albert got out of the car, he saw a young man about 25 years old going out with a suitcase, Albert hurriedly got out of the car, walked over quickly, stopped in front of him, and asked, "Is this Comrade Kalashnikov?" ”

Victor, who could speak Russian, temporarily acted as an interpreter.

Kalashnikov nodded suspiciously, not understanding who the little boy in front of him was, Albert took off his hat respectfully and bowed, "It's an honor to meet you, Comrade Kalashnikov." ”

"Oh, what a bad time." Kalashnikov said apologetically, "I'm going back to Kazakhstan now, do you have anything to do with me?" ”

Kalashnikov planned to say goodbye to Pietro, anyway, if he continued to stay in Beretta, his design at hand would not be taken seriously, and Kalashnikov was a stubborn man, he firmly believed that the work in his hand was the most satisfactory solution, and since Beretta could not tolerate himself, he planned to return to the Soviet gun design bureaus to try his luck.

"With all due respect, Comrade Kalashnikov, if you return to your homeland in disgrace like this, I am afraid that the design in your hands will never have a chance to face the world." Albert unceremoniously criticized that he could not tolerate the fall of a good genius before he could shine. It's a pity that Albert seems to have forgotten that Kalashnikov's current situation is also of his own making.

"Who are you?" Hearing Albert mention the design in his hands, Kalashnikov became alarmed.

"Albert, designer of AKM and FAL rifles." Albert looked at Kalashnikov, who was not agitated or indignant when he met his enemies, but just said oh softly, and then pulled up the trolley and prepared to leave.

Albert stepped forward to stop him, because it was a child's body, so Albert could only look up at Kalashnikov, "What's the matter, Comrade Kalashnikov." Do you think I'm not qualified to stand in front of you and talk to you? ”

"I'm sorry, my design has been thrown into the trash, and now I just want to go home, and I'm not interested in what happened between you and Beretta." Kalashnikov's tone was cold.

Albert let out a smack of voice, "I suppose you left without saying hello to Pietro, if he knew that the people who had worked so hard to dig up would just leave without saying a word." ”

"Is this your business?"

"Of course it does." Albert said, "Since Beretta does not cherish talents, then you can come to my company, it just so happens that my NORINCO company lacks a chief designer, I would like to ask if you would like to be the designer, except in some special cases the company will design, the rest of the time the designer can give full play to his own creativity, such as the idea smashed in your hands." Albert also made a special gesture.

Imagine which companies are willing to design firearms according to their temperament, Albert's conditions are too lucrative and attractive, which is equivalent to me paying you a salary, giving you funds, you pursue your creativity, and it doesn't matter if you fail, the company will wipe your ass and you can design with peace of mind.

"Would you like to come here?" Albert asked, smiling.