Mercenary's War-Chapter 2019 - 1996: The Quintessential Example of a Fool with Too Much Money

Gao Yang personally drove, and the group went straight to Jack’s workshop.

Jack still looked the same as before, at least he hadn’t gained any more weight. When he saw Gao Yang and the others, he warmly bumped fists, followed by a heavy hug, then laughed and said, "Guys, it’s really been a long time. How’s everyone doing?"

"Not bad, life’s been okay. Let me introduce you: this is Jack, Leonard, and Peter."

"Hello, nice to meet you."

After greeting Peter and Number Thirteen, Jack waved them in and said with a smile, "Come in, come in, have a beer."

Following Jack to his lounge, Gao Yang, comfortable and at home, sat down and smiled, "So, how’s it going? Been busy lately?"

Jack popped open a beer, handed it to Li Jinfang, and said with a helpless face, "Of course I’m busy, buddy. You know I always have too many orders to finish."

Gao Yang waved his hand dismissively, saying, "Cancel them all. You need to take on a big order."

Jack shrugged helplessly and laughed, "I saw the gun case you brought, hand it over."

Gao Yang slapped the gun case and laughed, "It’s not that. Listen, you have to make a rifle for him, one that suits him."

Jack looked at Peter and nodded, "Automatic rifle? That’s easy, won’t take much time. This big order you’re talking about isn’t referring to this, right?"

Gao Yang chuckled, lifted his shirt, and drew out a pistol from his waistband, the silenced pistol that Tarta had given him.

Placing the gun on the table, Gao Yang said loudly, "I’ve been using this gun a lot lately. A friend gave it to me, modified himself, and I find it very handy. But the silencer is losing its effect; it needs replacing. I think instead of just changing the silencer, it would be better to customize a new silenced pistol. How about it, any difficulty?"

Jack picked up Gao Yang’s pistol, removed the magazine, pulled back the slide, and looked inside the chamber. After rapidly cycling the slide a few times and pulling the trigger, he nodded repeatedly: "Not bad, really not bad. Russian guns are not known for their precision, but this gun is different. It’s a superbly modified piece—it’s rare for a Russian old gun to reach this level. Where did you get it from?"

"Given by an old Soviet spy, let’s say. Now I want a gun using Parabellum rounds, with very low recoil, very quiet, and extremely accurate for certain special occasions. I need a gun like that."

After thinking for a while, Jack nodded, "This is a Makarov PM. When using 9x18mm subsonic rounds, although the power is much less, you get virtually no recoil, allowing rapid consecutive shots. If you want to use Parabellum rounds, you won’t get the same effects, especially the silencing effect, which won’t be as strong. Most importantly, reducing the recoil to the same level is not very possible."

Gao Yang, somewhat resigned, said, "Alright then, make me a new gun with the Makarov PM, at least at the level of this one, better if possible. I need it as a backup."

Jack smiled and said, "No problem. Is this the big order you’re talking about?"

Gao Yang raised his hand and smiled, "No, the real big order is this: I’m asking you to make five guns with a budget of ten million dollars. How about that? Isn’t that a big order?"

Jack was stunned and exclaimed, "Are you kidding me?"

Gao Yang shook his head repeatedly, "No, no, I’m not joking. Lately, I’ve met a very wealthy guy. I showed him the Blade of Satan you made, and he’s willing to pay ten million dollars for the best guns. All you need to do is modify or create five guns."

Jack bit his lip, looking incredulous: "What kind of modification is worth ten million dollars? Is he crazy or just stupid?"

Gao Yang laughed: "Someone is willing to spend a lot to improve his product, and most importantly, I’ve kept the secret of the steel used in the Blade of Satan barrels. Even so, that guy is still willing to spend ten million dollars, so perhaps he’s a bit stupid."

Jack looked troubled: "This money won’t be easy to earn."

Gao Yang laughed, "Why not? You just need to improve the accuracy a bit, and he’s willing to pay. For you, isn’t the money already in your pocket?"

Jack asked curiously, "What gun?"

"Alexander Arms Company, Ulfberht .338 Lapua Magnum semi-automatic rifle."

Jack widened his eyes and exclaimed, "Are you sure?"

"Of course, why?"

"How much improvement is needed to meet the requirements?"

Gao Yang rubbed his chin, saying with difficulty, "I didn’t specify at the time, which was a mistake. But I think if you can improve the accuracy by half and make the rifle more comfortable and smoother to use, optimizing some parts to reduce the recoil a little, that should be fine, right? It shouldn’t be too hard for you."

Jack immediately stood up and shouted: "Wait, no, you come here."

Gao Yang followed, curious, "What’s up?"

Jack went to his gun safe and took out a gun, which was exactly the model Gao Yang had mentioned.

Gao Yang’s jaw dropped in surprise, then incredulously said, "Really? You’ve already modified it?"

Jack grinned and whispered, "And I have a mature improvement plan! I’m particularly glad I didn’t upload the modification plan online! Originally, I just wanted to use this gun as a prototype to improve its performance. But I was too busy to start a new line of gun modification business!"

Gao Yang patted Jack on the shoulder and laughed: "Well, you’ve got your ten million. Besides, if you can bring out the improvement plan, I think you could probably get a few more million. More than that, I would feel embarrassed."

Jack looked incredulous: "I still think you’re joking. Who would be so foolish? Is ten million so easy to earn? How can there be such a fool in the world? Realistically, I think making ten thousand US dollars by gradually modifying this niche gun would be quite good."

Gao Yang beamed: "If it’s the designer of this gun, and he’s particularly wealthy, willing to make his design the best, then that’s the big fool you’re talking about, buddy. You’ve struck it rich, really."

After finishing, Gao Yang took the gun from Jack’s hand and laughed: "This gun is mine now. For all our guns, make them for free and rush them for me. Consider it a reward for introducing a big fool to you. You wouldn’t be foolish enough to refuse me, would you?"

Jack still couldn’t believe it: "Is there really such a fool? Ten million US dollars? How is that possible! Are you sure you didn’t make a mistake or are just teasing me for fun?"