Courtyard houses: Those who are capable are rewarded, and many children bring many blessings.

"Old Niu, what you said makes me unhappy. The first time we met, I had my son handed over to you, and I didn't say it was bothering you. We're all family, why be so polite!"

"You've probably noticed, my little brothers, without proper weapons, are like toothless tigers—they look intimidating, but they're not!"

"Understood. As long as you can afford it, I can get you anything except airplanes and cannons."

"For me, anything that can be bought with money isn't a problem. Guys, just let me know what you need."

"Type 79 sniper rifle, Type 62 8x30 binoculars..." Old Tie had just listed two pieces of equipment when Qian Dafu awkwardly interrupted him.

"Old Niu, you want me to get our domestic equipment in the Japanese territory? I really can't do that, let alone a complete system. But how about I get you American equipment? It's much more advanced than our domestic equipment."

"That works too. We can buy them and then find a place for them to familiarize themselves with the place."

"I usually help them sell a few pieces of equipment, but I've never sold a complete set before. I estimate a set wouldn't cost more than $2500. Old Niu, how about you buy one for yourself?"

"I'll pass on my stuff, but you should prepare a few more pistols, sniper rifles, and the like, especially melon grenades and bullets, the more the better."

"Okay, get the money ready. I'll drive a pickup truck over tomorrow, and you guys should also prepare a car."

"I forgot about buying a car. You can come over tomorrow and take us to buy one. If we don't have time, we'll go the day after tomorrow."

"That's too late. What kind of car would you buy? A special model? There's even less time."

"First, buy two pickup trucks, used ones are fine too, they need to be sturdy and powerful."

"Then it's been modified!"

"Anything is fine."

Although Niu Dazhuang doesn't particularly like playing with guns, he doesn't dislike them either. He still has handguns and bullets he acquired more than ten years ago in his storage space, especially those from 66 when he raided a wealthy man's villa on Hong Kong Island.

There was a wealthy man who loved collecting all kinds of guns. His basement contained World War II equipment, all unopened, including rifles and grenades in good condition... and he hadn't used them all these years.

If he hadn't visited the Japanese, Niu Dazhuang would have almost forgotten that he had a spatial ability.

The next day, the group went to Standard Chartered Bank and withdrew $20 in cash.

When buying weapons, people can pay by card. Although carrying a lot of cash is troublesome and dangerous, it's the only option.

Old Feng used a dark blue backpack to put the money in, and carried it on his chest.

Without official Japanese citizenship, he could have bought any ordinary car, so he had to register the car under Qian Xiaohao's name.

Qian Xiaohao has a long-term visa here.

A regular black Toyota finished all the paperwork, and it was almost noon, so we had lunch outside.

"Old Niu, the place we're going to next is a bit special. Do you think it would be better to have Miss Guan wait at home?"

Niu Dazhuang thought it made sense, so he told Guan Meinu to take a taxi back first.

Eight people in total, two cars are just right.

Qian Xiaohao, driving his new car, was overjoyed: "Brother Qiang, who exactly is your boss? My Lao Dou respects him quite a bit."

"Why ask so many questions? Don't ask these kinds of questions in the future. When you're around our boss, you'd better pretend you're mute or deaf. Remember, this is all for your own good. And whatever you see around our boss, don't tell anyone, otherwise… hmph!"

Qian Xiaohao had long been traumatized by the beatings. He quickly nodded in agreement.

After a tense silence in the car for more than ten minutes, Qian Xiaohao spoke again: "Brother Qiang, do you think if I sleep with a few more married men here, it counts as bringing glory to the country...?"

Chin Siu-ho started rambling on...

Old Gun always had a stern face, but Old Feng wasn't as cold-hearted as him.

"Qian Xiaoxiao, how old are you? You're acting like you're a seasoned veteran."

"Brother Feng, I'm not bragging, but when I have the chance, I'll take you to see my old flames... If you're interested, I can introduce you to one or two."

"I don't have a habit of drinking dishwater."

"Brother Feng, don't let my lack of fighting skills fool you. When it comes to having fun, you really don't understand. I'm not marrying someone as a wife, why would I care if she's secondhand or not!"

While the conversation was lively and enthusiastic, the car in front was much quieter. After leaving Tokyo, Qian Dafu switched places with Niu Tiezhu, and Niu Tiezhu drove to familiarize himself with the road conditions.

He was always with Niu Dazhuang and always called him Lao Niu (Old Niu), so people often got confused about his name. So when they called him, they reverted to his original name, Niu Tiezhu.

Once we left Tokyo and reached the western suburbs, we could see the Stars and Stripes in the distance.

"Damn, Old Qian, is it safe?"

"Don't worry, it's all safe. I'm just a middleman in their arms dealing business. They're counting on us to make extra money for them."

If you can rent out one of their jeeps with license plates from their military camp this time, I guarantee you'll be able to walk around Tokyo like a headless chicken. You have no idea how arrogant these American soldiers are to the Japanese.

It's easy to buy their weapons, and it's easy to buy jeeps without license plates. After all, if something happens, they won't admit it, and nobody can do anything about it. But it's different with license plates.

"I understand, I'll give it a try."

Qian Dafu stopped the car more than 100 meters away and told Niu Dazhuang and the others to wait there while he walked over.

Lao Tie and the others gathered around Niu Dazhuang, trying to hide behind the car as much as possible...

In the time it takes to smoke a cigarette, Qian Dafu waved over.

"Boss, why don't you wait here?"

"No need, I still trust Lao Qian. Let's go."

The group of eight people were searched one by one before a soldier led them to meet a leader, whose specific rank Niu Dazhuang did not know.

The old man whispered in his ear in Chinese that this was a captain, a company commander.

Niu Dazhuang pretended not to understand English, relying entirely on Qian Dafu to translate...

Qian Dafu told the company commander his purpose in front of them, and then waited for the other party to name his price.

"Old Niu, a full set, M16A2, 5.56mm, $2000 per person. More bullets will cost extra, but they're not expensive. The M21 sniper rifle is a bit more expensive, $1000 per rifle, plus 10 magazines of 200 rounds of high-density sniper ammunition, $300."

"Just $1300... M67 melon grenades, $30 each, 30 in a box. Do you need a rocket launcher? The older M7 2.66mm, disposable, throw it away after use, $50 each, 12 in a box..."

Qian Dafu was quite skilled in business. After quoting the price, he said, "Old Niu, we're friends, but business is business. The price I quoted is their bottom line. I'll add a 20% commission to that."