King Of War: Starting with Arms Dealer

The young man emptied a magazine in three seconds, and after the rifle ran out of ammo, he lovingly hugged the SCAR and said, "This is a great gun!

So satisfying, absolutely thrilling!"

Joe Ga certainly knew it was a good gun; the firearms produced from his Omnipotent Toolbox were of a precision that almost disregarded tolerances.

He had even purposely adjusted the dimensions of some components to make them look like they were made by humans, to avoid drawing too much attention to his guns.

When producing those AKMs and AK74s, he even used real ones as a reference, absolutely meeting the standards of Africa.

Even so, the SCAR in the young man's hands was not inferior to the finest models from the big factories.

It was clear that the young man had experience with guns, and quite good experience at that, as coming in and firing in burst mode could easily cause shoulder injuries or even falling down is considered normal.

His audacious entry showed he had been really restrained for a long while.

Seeing the young man's joyful expression, Joe Ga smiled and said, "As long as you like it."

At this point, the young man completely trusted Joe Ga's capabilities; holding the SCAR in his left hand, he shook Joe Ga's hand firmly with his right, and said, "Hu Lang, your reputation is well-deserved. I'll take this, plus the handgun, and bring me ten more AK74s.

I want 5000 rounds of each type of NATO ammo for the SCAR, and 1000 rounds for the handgun, and 5000 rounds of 5.45 ammo for the AK74s."

Saying this, the young man pushed a bag full of money across the table to Joe Ga, and said, "Hu Lang, consider this hundred thousand US Dollar as a down payment.

I'll need you to deliver the goods to the mine, and you can name the shipping cost—I won't haggle!"

Joe Ga mentally calculated; the total deal wasn't even worth ninety thousand, and this guy starts with a hundred thousand down payment. Speaking of a big spender, this guy was a real one, and his lavishness was quite refreshing.

But business is business. From SD to southern SD is a long way, and the unknown risks are also significant.

After a brief calculation, Joe Ga said, "Just make it 150 thousand including shipping, and I will make a trip to southern SD in five days. I can deliver the goods to you then."

The young man seemed not to care about the money at all. He lovingly caressed the SCAR and then looking at Joe Ga, said, "Hu Lang, do you have any sniper rifles like the Remington 700? I want a good rifle for hunting."

Joe Ga nodded and said, "No problem, two hundred thousand total, a hundred thousand down payment and a hundred thousand on delivery. I'll take charge of delivering to you, and you can pay upon inspection of the goods."

As soon as the young man heard Joe Ga agree so readily, he happily shook Joe Ga's hand again and said, "Hu Lang, you've literally saved my life. Africa is such a hellish place; if it weren't for stuff like this to lure me, I wouldn't come here if you killed me.

My name is Lu Jun, Hu Lang; from now on, you can call me Little Lu or Junzi. I might need to stay in the Southwest Kordovan Region for a year or half, and if I need anything else during that time, you can't ignore me."

Who says all rich kids are arrogant and look down on others?

Lu Jun made an excellent impression on Joe Ga; he didn't care why Lu Jun was sent to Africa, he only knew that Lu Jun was an outstanding client.

Seeing that Lu Jun's bodyguards looked like they wanted to say something but hesitated, Joe Ga waved his hand and said, "I won't say my name, and I won't explain the reasons, those who know me just call me 'Hu Lang'.

I do business for stability; if you need anything in the future, just give me a call. If not, when we meet, let's act like strangers."

Joe Ga made his stance clear, and indeed, there was no need for everyone to be entirely upfront with each other when they barely knew one another.

Lu Jun seemed not to mind Joe Ga's attitude, instead finding it very professional.

Carefully placing down his own SCAR, Lu Jun took out a M1911 pistol from the gun bag and said with a smile, "I'm familiar with this toy, how about we compete a bit later?"

Seeing that Joe Ga seemed uninterested, Lu Jun smacked his lips and proposed, "How about a thousand bucks? A thousand per person, winner takes all."

Joe Ga, observing Lu Jun's enthusiasm, shook his head with a chuckle, "Let's just have some fun, but I don't bet with people, especially not for money."

Without giving Lu Jun the chance to respond, Joe Ga pointed at the still swaying targets ahead and said, "Sixty bullets per person, thirty targets, whoever hits more wins."

Upon hearing this, Lu Jun glanced at those shaking targets, his expression somewhat unnatural as he said, "Some of those targets can't be reached from here, can they?"

Seeing the boss showing signs of wavering, the middle-aged, buzz-cut bodyguard spoke up, "I'll go first. It's been a long time since I last handled a pistol, not sure if I still have it."

Understanding the middle-aged bodyguard's intention, Joe Ga rubbed his foot on the ground, then found a green satin ribbon and pulled it hard. A green sign indicating the forward route emerged from the gravel, winding around all the targets in an S shape.

After returning to the car to get a few boxes of pistol ammunition to hand to them, Joe Ga clipped four Beretta 92F magazines to his belt and then said with a smile, "You are guests, but let me start first."

Having said that, Joe Ga stood at the starting point, closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and then lightning-fast, he drew his pistol and fired eight shots at four targets ten meters ahead.

Immediately after, he rushed forward five meters along the green line, firing at several small targets to his front and side, and while running, he reloaded his magazine and kept firing…

Running, shooting, running, pausing, shooting…

Joe Ga's movements had an indescribable smoothness, the ease of extreme familiarity even offset the tension of shooting.

Lu Jun felt Joe Ga was exceptionally good, but he couldn't pinpoint exactly what made him so.

Thus, he nudged the middle-aged bodyguard beside him and asked, "Xiang, how does he compare to you?"

Caught off guard by Lu Jun's question, the bodyguard Xiang shook his head helplessly, "I can't match him, at least not in pistol shooting.

If you look closely, those targets keep shaking, but this 'Hu Lang' always manages to hit with both shots, and the points of impact are nearly all within the size of an orange."

As he spoke, Xiang looked at the spotty iron targets, the mostly clustered indentations, and remarked with a sense of admiration, "This guy is an ace shooter. His shooting is quick and particularly accurate; within thirty meters I stand no chance against him."

Upon hearing this, Lu Jun said in surprise, "That impressive? Could this guy be from some special forces?"

Xiang glanced at Joe Ga, who had finished shooting and was now picking up spent shells from the ground, and shook his head, "He definitely hasn't been in the military, and neither his gun handling nor his maneuvers show any trace of military background."

Addressing Lu Jun seriously, Xiang continued, "But it's precisely such individuals that are the most frightening—the ones who master these skills on their own. Not only does it show his talent, but it also shows his firm commitment to his goals, as very few people can endure such monotonous practice.

Boss, hitting static targets isn't hard, and hitting moving targets gets easier with more practice, but very few pursue putting the bullets in the exact same spot.

It means either he's obsessive-compulsive or he holds himself to an unbelievably high standard."