King Of War: Starting with Arms Dealer

There were quite a few people who wanted to participate in the level 10 selection, and under Lao Niu's leadership, Zhao Da and the others cut in line to get their equipment...

A complete set of United States Army Rangers' gear, desert camouflage, tactical vests, radios, bulletproof inserts, helmets, backpacks...

Looking at Zhao Da and the rest who were thinking of grabbing military boots as well, Lao Niu shook his head and said, "Don't be silly, wear your own shoes.

If you want good ones, you can apply for Danner boots once you become a regular employee. Wearing these off-the-rack boots for 85 kilometers, your feet will be rubbed raw."

At this point, Zhao Da and the others had lost their previous arrogance and, after nodding in agreement, followed Lao Niu's directions to the ordnance vehicle.

Watching a group of Xiao Heis piling up a large number of weapons on several makeshift tables, and with various types of ammunition stacked 15 meters away, where a bunch of mercenaries were lining up to pick and choose...

The Tajik lad Qian Er shook his head and said, "Isn't this a bit too lax? It's prone to accidents..."

Lao Niu, who had spent far too long in Central Africa, laughed indifferently and said, "We are all mercenaries. After a while, you'll know. As long as there are no rookies mixed in here, everyone has guns, and guns become less fearsome.

But I'll remind you, if you get into a conflict with a mercenary, it's best not to draw guns. If you must draw, you'll have to be prepared to kill, don't hesitate!

Everyone is raised by their parents with great difficulty; preserving your own life is the most important thing."

As he spoke, Lao Niu glanced at the Russian giant Sun San, who was covetously eyeing the large cache of weapons. Smiling, he said, "Follow me, just because the boss didn't greet you doesn't mean he isn't paying attention to you.

You are 'sponsored students'. It would spoil you to hand you money, but our boss has prepared a surprise for you."

Sun San exchanged a look with Li Si beside him and curiously asked, "There's a surprise?"

Lao Niu glanced at the standard American and Russian equipment. With a proud shake of his head, he said, "You are a special ops team; you ought to use some good stuff."

As he spoke, Lao Niu, laughing, led Zhao Da toward a tent, saying, "In the future, you'll have separate equipped rooms, with each person getting an equipment cage. As long as you think you can take care of it, any personal weapon you can imagine can go in there."

Lao Niu's words piqued the curiosity of the young group from China. As Lao Niu lifted the tent flap and walked in, Zhao Da involuntarily stopped in his tracks upon his first glance inside...

Following behind, Wang Piaoliang, the only girl, nudged Zhao Da in a bit of a rush, saying, "Don't just stand there, you're blocking the view for all of us."

Zhao Da rubbed his face, stepped in with big strides, and then picked up an M4A1 automatic rifle from a big raw wood counter to have a play with it. Looking at the various models of high-end firearms arrayed on the big counter, he said in disbelief, "All these are for us?"

Lao Niu was quite accustomed to Zhao Da's reaction; in fact, all of P·B's special ops team members were more or less the same when they first selected equipment.

Guns are their livelihood, and they are also a soldier's most beloved toy. Who wouldn't want to take all those good guns home?

Lao Niu waved at them to make themselves at home, then turned around and brought out 8 metallic-gray mini briefcases from a silver case in the corner and placed them on the table.

As Zhao Da and the others looked on curiously, Lao Niu opened one of the cases to reveal what was clearly a custom model pistol...

The M1911 is not a particularly remarkable model, but a high-end custom one is a different story.

With Damascus patterning on the sleeve, finely patterned wooden grip panels, the whole pistol looked extremely fine, without any roughness in the details.

At the rear of the sleeve there was a small mount, on which a micro red dot sight could be fitted, giving the pistol an even sportier appearance.

In the case was also a set of maintenance tools, a leather holster, a refined high-end red dot sight, two specialty extended magazines and two regular magazines, a special suppressor, and 100 rounds with engraved text and patterns, more commemorative than practical for combat.

Lao Niu fondly rubbed the lion emblem at the end of the sleeve, then pointed to 'Semper Fidelis' and 'Honor Supreme' inscribed in cursive on either side of the sleeve...

"This is the boss's gift to you, one for each person. I hope you don't forget why you came here," he said.

As Lao Niu distributed the cases to a few people, watching their surprised and fond expressions, before he could say anything, he saw the sniper Zheng Qi kiss the gun body, then put the gun back and close the lid, pushing the case back to him...

Lao Niu looked at Zheng Qi's face, somewhat displeased, and asked, "What's the matter? You don't like it?"

Zheng Qi heard this and shook his head, saying, "Old squad leader, this gun is not meant for the battlefield. I like it, and I want you to keep it safe for me. When we come out on top this time, I'll come back to you for it."

Without paying attention to the others, Zheng Qi deftly took off the clothes he was wearing and changed into the Rangers' gear provided by P·B, then chose an M9 and placed it in the leg holster. Patting the pistol, he said, "I like this thing too," then took an M24A2 sniper rifle with a desert paint job, which was basically a military enhanced version of the Remington 700, weighed it in his hands, and began looking through the assorted high-end scopes for accessories that suited him...

Leupold Mark 4 3.5-10× adjustable scope, multi-angle bipods, a suppressor, a flash suppressor, detachable iron sights, a cheek rest, high-power binoculars, an anemometer...

Watching Zheng Qi starting to busy herself with full attention, Zhao Da exchanged a glance with his companion before also choosing to put his gun back, and then he sped up his search for suitable equipment for himself.

Their time was limited, and even with a good gun, they needed to adapt to it.

In Old Niu's eyes, these youngsters were still kids. Seeing their strong competitive spirit, Old Niu felt energized...

He glanced at the standard helmets they had received outside, shook his head, rummaged under the big table, took out a few lightweight helmets with pickup earphones, and handed them to them along with several compact night vision devices that one couldn't find on the market.

"Then put up a fight, let those foreigners see what we're made of..." Old Niu hesitated for a moment then lowered his voice, "Don't forget to bring energy bars. Later, go to the cooking squad, I'll prepare some dry food and water for you.

Remember to be fully equipped, at least carry two base numbers of ammo.

The first day is just the beginning, don't try to go light by carrying less, or you'll suffer later."

Zhao Da was startled for a moment, then grinned and nodded heavily, saying, "Don't worry, Old Sergeant, we understand."

Old Niu shook his head. "You don't understand shit. Sergeant Solon told me not to manage you guys, but I can't stand to see my own people at a disadvantage..."

As he spoke, Old Niu disdainfully glanced at Wang Piaoliang, who was hugging an M110A1 and smiling foolishly, and said, "Look at the bullshit nicknames you all have come up with.

Hurry up and think of a nickname that rolls off the tongue, and think about your squad's nickname too.

Right now, P.B.'s special forces teams have eight squads, A through H. Squad F is the French, and Squads G and H are the English. You guys should strive to be in the top spot, so that would make you Squad R.

The English are quite playful; Squad G calls themselves 'Goat Squad', and Squad H calls themselves 'Hammer Squad'.

Now everyone is thinking about their own team's nickname, so don't fall behind, and don't make yourself stick out like a sore thumb.

Sergeant Solon has told me about you; you guys are likely to leave after a year, but this squad's nickname will stay. So make sure you think of a good one, or your junior brothers and sisters will curse you for it."

Wang Piaoliang had long been dissatisfied with her own name. According to the order of the Hundred Family Surnames, hers was just right for 'Wang Ba' (king bastard). If she hadn't fought it tooth and nail, she wouldn't even have 'Wang Piaoliang'...

Now that a 'big brother' had stepped up, Wang Piaoliang naturally responded first.

"Squad R, Rabbit. Let's call ourselves 'Rabbit Squad.' My nickname in the army is 'Dandelion'; that settles it!"

This squad was actually a temporary assembly; they were all called up from special forces teams across China, and even Wang Piaoliang had received her notification at the National Defense University...

At the beginning, they all restrained themselves and didn't dare to ask much, but after spending some time together, the atmosphere between them grew friendly.

Zhao, Qian, Sun, Li... had always been just temporary nicknames. Now that it involved issues of dignity and legacy, they indeed needed to care a little more.

Zhao Da saw that everyone didn't seem to object much to 'Rabbit Squad,' he raised his hand and said, "My classmates used to call me 'Chameleon' because I look like Judelo and I speak six languages, and I'm relatively good at making conversation with people."

The deputy team leader, a young man from Tajikistan, laughed and said, "I have good hearing and I'm used to mountain and desert environments; call me 'Radar'."

Sun San, nearly two meters tall, grinned, "That's right. Sun San always reminds me of 'third grandson'.

I've got no other skills but strength; call me 'Polar Bear'."

Tajik Li Si said happily, "I am a dog trainer, but I don't know where my dog is now; call me 'Zookeeper.'"

The Xibe Ethnic Group's Zhou Wu, who had a steady temperament, thought for a while, then said, "I'm in charge of demolitions, but I've practiced defusing bombs the most, so I'm a bit slow; call me 'Libra.'"

The Xibe Ethnic Group's Wu Liu, smiling and holding an HK417, fiddling with its sights, said, "I can drive cars, boats, planes, and I'm a passable sharpshooter; call me 'All-rounder.'"

Zheng Qi, who was cold in demeanor, looked at himself and raised his hand, "I can only shoot, call me 'Mountain Demon'."

Old Niu watched the group of youths and laughed heartily, slapping his thigh, "Don't know who put you all together, but it sounds right just listening to it.

Come with me. Let's go to the cooking squad. I'll make an exception for you guys and ask Sergeant Solon to share some experience with you.

The first hurdle in P.B. is about enduring hardship; in this regard, the Sergeant and his team have the richest experience, haha..."