He lives on another planet and is majoring in Earth Science.

Li Ji glanced at the delicate Milia behind him. Her face was flushed, and her eyes were shy and revealing, as if she wanted to look at him but also wanted to look away.

Li Ji glanced again at the black men carrying guns not far away.

A bad image came to mind.

"I am indeed worried."

"Right!"

Milia tightened her embrace.

"I'm so worried about these brothers. If I'm not around, I'll probably torture them to death."

"Huh?" Milia was stunned. "Shouldn't you be worried about me? I'm so petite and delicate."

Li Ji looked her up and down: "You can only be associated with 'delicate' at most, and only half of that. Come with me, I'll have Ababa lead the team."

Milia pouted; although she had gotten what she wanted, she felt a little uneasy.

As expected, compared to Dailulu, her position in Li Ji's heart was still somewhat lower.

Li Ji made arrangements and rode his bicycle to give chase.

Ahead lay rolling hills, sparse trees and dry, yellow grass like the last hairs on a bald head, quite unsightly.

From a distance, you can see eight tanks lined up in a row, with tracks left on the ground along the way.

As they got closer, they could see Shark and Delulu talking to a group of people.

"It really arrived? How did you manage that?"

Li Ji got off the motorcycle.

The group of people came to greet them.

The leader was a handsome Asian man.

Men often experience a sense of pleasure when facing top-tier handsome men, such as Daniel Wu and Eddie Peng.

This person had a similar feeling.

His features were so exquisite that they looked like the product of 3D modeling. Li Ji suspected that he had undergone plastic surgery, but his features were so exquisite that no trace of plastic surgery could be found.

The man, dressed in a black suit, with his hands in his pockets, staggered toward me as if he had been drinking.

He speaks English with a perfect American accent, making it impossible to discern his ethnicity.

"I've brought you the eight tanks and the instructors you requested. Your partner said, where's the money? Cryptocurrency or cash is fine."

"I want to take a look at the goods first."

"Please."

The men made way, and Li Ji and his companions walked over to the tank, pretending to examine it, and even touched it.

Shark and Milia whispered to each other, "We didn't expect that Lee Ki could actually understand Earthlings' weapons."

"I think he doesn't understand cats at all."

Li Ji stroked the tank's cannon barrel and nodded in a pretentious manner.

I've never seen anything like this in my past life.
He steeled himself and asked the black man in camouflage next to him.

Let me introduce this product.

"Sorry, I'm a bodyguard, I don't know anything about this. The instructors have gone up the mountain to relieve themselves, they'll be right back."

A short while later, several hunched-over, white-haired old white men emerged from the other side of the hillside and walked down the mountain with trembling steps.

"Are they instructors?"

"That's right, they are all veteran tank soldiers who have been through countless battles."

"Looks like someone who participated in World War II."

"Be bold, maybe he even participated in World War I?"

Lee Ki stared stiffly at the black man, who chuckled and said, "Just kidding. I only participated in World War II."

"These old folks—aren't they too old to come out and teach?"

The arms dealer walked over and said, "There's nothing wrong with that. It's a free market; veterans should be given the opportunity to work. These are the only old men you have who are willing to come. If you don't want them, I'll take them with me."

"Can't you change it?"

"There's no one else. Don't worry, they're all in good health."

Suddenly, the old men changed direction and headed back towards the hill.

What are they going there for?

Shark listened intently, tilting its ear: "It sounds like he peed again." Li Ji whispered to Dailulu, "Does your guard team have anyone who can drive a tank?"

You said meow?

"Does saying I have it mean it does?"

"That's impossible, meow."

Li Ji cautiously asked the arms dealer, "If—and I mean if—I don't want this batch of tanks anymore, can you take them back with you?"

The arms dealer chuckled: "You mean, I managed to assemble eight tanks and all the necessary equipment for you within a single day, penetrate deep into the war zone, and deliver all the goods to the agreed-upon location, and now you don't want them anymore?"

Seven or eight bodyguards immediately raised their rifles and aimed them at Li Ji.

Double-crossing is not encouraged.

Moreover, Li Ji had finally managed to connect with such a powerful arms dealer, and if he missed this opportunity, it would be difficult to find another one.

They don't have to pay for the tanks themselves, since Earth's currency can be printed at will.

It doesn't matter if the instructor is a bit old, as long as he doesn't kill me.

"Just kidding, I'll take it."

"How will you pay the $4000 million?"

"cash."

The bodyguards stared in astonishment, but the arms dealer remained calm.

"Wait for us a moment."

Li Ji pulled his companions behind the tank and pulled out a 3D printer to start printing money.

The 3D printer was spewing out bright green US dollars like crazy, quickly spreading them out around them.

"40 copies, when will that take to print?"

Delulu looked at the time on the printer and said, "About 11 hours, meow."

Li Ji said regretfully, "I should have printed them in advance. Change your strategy, you can release some cryptocurrency."

"Okay, meow."

Dailulu tilted her head, her eyes glazed over, and her thoughts completely drifted into the online world.

Li Ji and his two companions picked up the scattered US dollars on the ground.

"My God, this forgery technique is amazing, it's so much better than mine."

Li Ji turned around abruptly and found five old men squatting on the ground, examining the counterfeit money repeatedly, their eyes shining with a newfound light.

They asked in rough Russian, "Young man, can you teach us?"

"What am I going to teach you? This is real money!"

The old man nodded repeatedly: "That's right! That's the line. I said that when I was arrested in America during the Cold War, and the thing is, they actually believed it. Later, it became difficult to deal with. The technology for making banknotes became more and more advanced, and our traditional craftsmanship couldn't keep up. But your banknote is really well made. I can't tell the difference at all."

Li Ji glanced at the group and realized that, including the old man, there were only nine people in total. Driving the tank back would be a challenge.

He then consulted several veteran heroes.

The old men chuckled and said, "Tanks are too simple. You can learn to drive one in a little while. Let me demonstrate for you."

An old man with a white beard named Shekov grabbed the ladder next to the tank and pulled hard.

"Crack!"

Shekov suddenly shouted, "Waist, waist, waist!"

Several old men quickly helped him down.

Even Shark Baby looked helpless: "Should I stack the tanks together and carry them back?"

"It's not impossible."

It took an old man five minutes to finally squeeze into the tank, and Li Ji and the others gathered around the hood to observe.

The old man said confidently, "Tank driving is very simple. The first step—what are all these things?"

The old man looked left and right, and everything around him was completely unfamiliar.

"Is this a tank? It looks more like a car to me."

"How do I open it?"

"I don't know either." (End of Chapter)