Mercenary’s War
Chapter 1274: One Thousand Two Hundred Fifty-Seven: The Terrestrial Turtle

Chapter 1274: Chapter One Thousand Two Hundred Fifty-Seven: The Terrestrial Turtle

Two men wearing jackets walked up to Gao Yang. Both were tall, muscular, and around their thirties, with brutish faces that screamed “trouble.”

What struck Gao Yang as odd was that he wasn’t nervous at all. The pair who had come onto his turf to retrieve them seemed far more on edge.

“Follow me.”

Throwing out the curt words without ceremony, the two hulking figures turned and walked off.

“Feels like they deliberately picked these two to intimidate us or something.”

Gao Yang couldn’t help but mutter under his breath, to which Little Donnie chuckled softly and said, “I had the exact same thought.”

Hearing their low murmurs of laughter, one of the men leading the way turned back to glance at them. Seeing the three of them utterly relaxed and unbothered, the man appeared even more uneasy.

After walking only a short distance, Gao Yang and his companions were led into a dilapidated building.

Its exterior might have been rundown, but the inside wasn’t much better. The large space, though devoid of windows, was clean enough, furnished with several old but intact pool tables. Scattered around were six or seven makeshift stoves fashioned out of large Oil Barrels, with roaring fires inside. On a massive, well-preserved leather sofa sat a man in his thirties, wearing a mink coat, a hat, sunglasses, and a thick gold chain around his neck.

The man on the sofa, despite appearing no older than thirty, failed to exude any sense of authority in Gao Yang’s eyes. On the contrary, his style screamed “country bumpkin.”

The only thing Gao Yang found remotely pleasing was the pair of attractive women sitting snugly on both sides of this bumpkin. Unfortunately, their scanty attire felt out of place for February in Kiev, where the weather was far from warm. Even though there was a blazing stove not far from them, the two women couldn’t help but shiver, visibly trembling.

Ukraine, well, it’s a poor place. But if there’s one thing it doesn’t lack, it’s beautiful women. And alongside beautiful women, its arms market is equally abundant.

One thing that annoyed Gao Yang immensely was the thirty or so men stationed around the room, all armed with rifles. Every single one was brandishing an AK-74. While the gun barrels weren’t pointed directly at him, he still felt deeply irritated.

Despite spotting Gao Yang, the bumpkin on the sofa remained motionless, his arms firmly looped around the women seated on either side of him. At first, the posture and demeanor might have seemed passable, but then again, the stove next to him was burning wood. So the woman sitting closer to the stove was forced to periodically brush away the ash that floated onto her hair—a detail that ruined the whole scene.

“Boss, they’re here.”

Before Gao Yang reached within two meters of the bumpkin, one of the burly men escorting them formally reported to the man on the sofa.

After hearing the report, the bumpkin freed his right hand, gestured toward Gao Yang, then pointed at a sofa to Gao Yang’s side.

“Sit.”

Gao Yang suppressed his laughter and obediently sat on the two-seater sofa. Li Jinfang stood expressionlessly to Gao Yang’s left, while Little Donnie, holding a briefcase, stood to Gao Yang’s right.

“You’re Michaels?”

Little Donnie raised his hand and replied, “Sorry, that would be me.”

The bumpkin glanced sideways at Little Donnie, then shifted his gaze to Gao Yang, the only one seated, and spoke in a heavy English tone, “I’m Shava.”

Having introduced himself, Shava switched to Russian and slowly said, “This is our first deal. I know you’re mercenaries, and mercenaries are usually unruly. But here with me, it doesn’t matter who you are—follow the rules of the transaction.”

After finishing his speech, Shava patted the woman on his left lightly and said, “Translate for them.”

Gao Yang couldn’t shake the impression that the bumpkin—no, the Shava before him—was deliberately speaking more slowly to amplify his sense of authority. Unfortunately, his slightly trembling voice betrayed a nervousness he couldn’t quite hide.

The woman sitting near Shava’s legs also sounded somewhat nervous as she loudly translated into English, “Shava says…”

“Thanks, but no need to translate. I speak Russian.”

Interrupting the woman mid-sentence, Gao Yang surprised Shava, who raised an eyebrow and said, “You speak Russian? Good. Then let’s talk about my rules. First, you must pay half the deposit upfront. Once I see the money, I’ll hand over the goods. If you’re satisfied, pay the remaining balance. Rest assured, my goods will meet your expectations. And yes, you’ll receive them without issue.”

Gao Yang suddenly felt impatient. Buying arms shouldn’t be so complicated. With Uriyangko, it was either paying upfront for goods or receiving goods first—no fuss about deposits and balance settlements. Uriyangko shipped goods without fear of customer defaults, and once he pocketed the full payment, delivery was guaranteed. That was the style of true arms dealers.

As for these bumpkin gang members? They even got jittery over arms deals. Absolutely disgraceful for the arms trade.

Gao Yang grew increasingly irked. Snapping his fingers, he extended his hand toward Little Donnie, who smoothly handed over a piece of paper from his pocket to Gao Yang.

Between Gao Yang and Shava sat a glass coffee table. Gao Yang slapped the paper onto the table, pushed it forward, and said loudly, “List.”

The woman acting as translator glanced at Shava before picking up the paper. Seeing it was written in English, she muttered softly before starting to read aloud in a much lower tone.

“One hundred MON-100 directional anti-personnel mines with YMK remote detonation devices, twenty RPG-27 rocket launchers, twenty RPG-26 rocket launchers, one PKM machine gun with 10,000 rounds, all boxed in ammo belts and brand-new cartridges, one RPK machine gun with ten drum magazines, 600 kilograms of C4, one ton of steel balls or any prefabricated fragmentation material, and one hundred 60mm mortar shells.”

After the woman finished reading the list, Shava reacted instinctively, “That much C4?”

Gao Yang spread his hands and said, “Can you handle it?”

Shava hesitated for a moment before nodding. “Yes. You’ll have the goods tomorrow, but you need to pay the deposit first. Let me calculate the costs.”

Gao Yang snapped his fingers again, prompting Little Donnie to lift the briefcase, place it onto the coffee table in front of Gao Yang, and unlock the latches with a double *click*. Returning to his spot, Little Donnie stood silently while Gao Yang flipped open the case lid, rotated it, and pushed it toward Shava.

“One million US dollars. Full payment. Consider the extra money a gift for meeting us. Deliver everything by noon tomorrow. Any problems?”

The cash inside the briefcase gleamed green. Reflected in Shava’s sunglasses, the sight painted his lenses a shiny hue of emerald. Straightening his posture, Shava picked up a bundle of bills, rifled through it briefly, swallowed hard, and said in a deep voice, “No problem! No problem!”

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