Alchemists do not need self-cultivation

"I have to say the collapse of the Soviet Union was a good thing," Isaac couldn't help but applaud.

"Thank you very much for your assistance, Mr. Isaac. The FARC guys have been causing a lot of trouble lately. The arms dealers who promised to supply us with goods have suffered heavy casualties, and no one wants to do business with us anymore."

"Don't worry, General Barr, as long as the money is right, I can get you any tanks you want," Isaac laughed. "As for the FARC you mentioned, you don't need to worry about that, we'll handle it."

"Okay, I have your cash ready. Please follow me."

"Ah."

General Barr ordered his soldiers to carry the cargo into the base, while he himself took Isaac into the base.

Upon hearing this, Isaac followed, and as he led the way, he said to George beside him:

"The team is currently lying in ambush around here. They will contact you immediately if anything happens. Remember to contact me if anything goes wrong."

"Ok."

Isaac nodded and continued following.

……

Inside a house, where bundles of US dollars were piled on the floor, General Barr pointed to the small mounds of cash and said:

“Mr. Isaac, here is the agreed-upon fifty million dollars. You can count it.”

"No need to count, this is about right." Isaac glanced at it to make sure there were no problems. "Has no one been trading with you guys lately? Has FARC become this strong?"

“If they weren’t strong, they wouldn’t have been fighting us for so many years,” Barr said with a wry smile. “And recently, a very skilled assassin has appeared here, and several arms dealers who have been trading with us have died here in succession.”

Chapter 512: The Hounds of Florence

Isaac was very satisfied with the deal.

The initial investment of over two million US dollars was increased twentyfold to fifty million US dollars. Ten million US dollars was divided among my subordinates, and I kept the remaining forty million. The preparations over the past two months were not in vain.

I remember when I went to Albania a month ago, the person in charge there asked me if I wanted AS, since they had five RK-92s in stock.

Although he had not seen the finished product, Isaac, who had always been skeptical of the robot's combat capabilities, vehemently rejected it.

To this day, he still doesn't believe that AS can be called a weapon, especially since he doesn't even have a single person on his side who can pilot it.

AS is a new type of combat weapon that became popular in the late 1980s, and the people he recruited were all veterans who retired around 1975. The youngest of them were in their thirties, and they probably had never even touched this kind of weapon before.

Actually, if it weren't for the hassle of transporting large weapons, Isaac would have liked to buy another Mi-24 attack helicopter. Their asking price was quite reasonable.

What he wants to do now is to get rid of the middleman who dares to profit from the price difference.

……

Back in Colombia, Isaac is currently talking to General Barr.

"Is the Revolutionary Army very powerful right now?"

"Very impressive."

General Barr, seeing that there was nothing else to do, started chatting with Isaac. Anyone who could sit in this position could tell that Isaac was no ordinary twelve-year-old.

"Not to mention that we are being targeted at every turn in the enemy's rear, we are also suffering repeated defeats on the front lines," Bar said with some distress. "These bastards somehow got hold of the Soviet RK-91s, and our armored forces can't get through at all."

The RK-91 was the world's first

"...Is AS that popular right now?"

"Militaries around the world are planning to develop the latest AS, a weapon whose power on the battlefield is terrifying." Barr nodded. "Some complex terrains that are impossible for tanks to operate in are completely unrestricted by them."

It was only then that Isaac remembered that the Soviet Union had developed the AS to counter mountain warfare in Afghanistan, so it could indeed be used in complex terrain operations.

But Isaac still thought it was very unreliable.

"Can you guys stop being so superstitious about AS? The armor protection of these things is nowhere near that of a tank. One RPG and they're done for."

“You’re underestimating their superior mobility. Dealing with these things isn’t that easy.” Barr looked at Isaac with some surprise. “Why are you so young, yet so resistant to new weapons like those old fogies in the army?”

“Because I don’t think those things are weapons at all,” Isaac said helplessly.

"The government thought the same way at the time, so it didn't really purchase or develop AS, which is why we are in a passive position now."

"...If I told you I had the ability to provide RK-92s, would you buy them?"

"Really!?"

Upon hearing this, Bal became excited, but his excitement quickly faded.

"Forget it, we don't have that much budget left."

"That's a real shame."

Although I won't use AS myself, it seems like I could resell a batch of them.

"General!"

Suddenly, a soldier rushed in and whispered something in the general's ear.

Baal's expression changed instantly upon hearing his words.

Is the information accurate?

"A message from the intelligence department."

"Well."

Barr nodded and apologized to Isaac, "I'm really sorry, FARC's troops are gathering here on the border. We may have to go and meet them in a while. Mr. Isaac, you can drive around to the back, there shouldn't be any enemies there."

“Okay,” Isaac said, extending his hand.

Barr paused for a moment, then reached out and shook hands with Isaac.

"I wish you great success, and I hope we can cooperate again in the future."

"Thank you for your kind words."

Shortly after Baal left, the order to assemble at the camp rang out, and the soldiers quickly began to gather, all fully equipped and ready to go.

George arrived at Isaac's place and almost drooled when he saw the pile of dollars on the ground in front of him.

"You've come at the right time. Call Benson to help load the US dollars into the car, and we'll leave from the back in a bit."

George, who had been admiring the banknotes on the ground, immediately realized what was happening and walked over to Isaac, saying:

"Boss, I just came to tell you that the road ahead may be blocked."

"what happened?"

“The men we sent out earlier sent back a message saying there’s a unit lying in ambush behind our lines,” George said grimly. “It’s probably the FARC, trying to ambush us there.”

"It seems the deal has been exposed."

“It wasn’t a secret deal to begin with, so it’s normal that it got exposed,” George said. “Boss, what are the plans next?”

"Find someone to move the cash first, I'll figure out what to do with the cash there."

"Yes."

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In a room inside a civilian building behind the camp, a group of soldiers in green uniforms, holding weapons, were gathered around a table.

The room was lit only by a simple chandelier, and a photograph sat on the table.

The person in the photo is Isaac, who was only twelve years old at the time.

"The target this time is a child? Are you sending our entire army to kill a child?" A soldier looked at the photo with disdain.

"Exactly, just find the local gangs."

"Do we really need to get involved in such a trivial matter?"

They had no objection to the mission being to kill a child, but they were still somewhat dissatisfied, feeling that it was a waste of their talents.

“I think that killing a child is safer than fighting a direct confrontation with government forces.”

"It's as if the government forces can stop us."

They were members of the FARC, an armed group opposing the Colombian government, and had previously received orders from their superiors to assemble in this location.

"Alright, don't underestimate this kid. He's the head of the arms deal with Baal. Don't be fooled by his appearance," a man who looked like an officer reminded him. "This mission must succeed."

"Yes!"

The officer nodded in satisfaction and turned his gaze to one of the women in the group.

The woman had a beautiful face and long, dark purple hair; her sharp eyes gave her a menacing air, as if she were about to tear her prey to shreds at any moment.

"Rozalitta, you are in charge of this mission. You must eliminate the boy in the photo as soon as possible."

"Understood, I will complete the task quickly," the woman said calmly.

"As expected of Florence's hounds, they're truly reliable," the officer said, and immediately gave the order, "Then, let's begin the operation!"

Chapter 513: A Powerful Woman

Wilson ordered all the trucks to be driven back to the rental company, leaving only one to transport the $50 million.

The entire vehicle had been reinforced by Isaac using alchemy, so in terms of safety, there would be absolutely no problem as long as it wasn't bombed by bombers.

"Boss, how are we going to divide the fifty million US dollars?" Benson asked as soon as he got in the car.

I earned 50 million today alone; I feel like I could never spend all that money.

“You, George, and Wilson will each receive a million-dollar bonus, and the remaining seven million will be distributed among our remaining employees,” Isaac said.

"The boss is truly great!"

One million US dollars was an unimaginable sum for him, who had been unemployed for over a decade.

He had only worked for less than three months and had already earned so many bonuses. Now he felt more and more that it was a wise choice to make Isaac, this little kid, his boss.

Isaac picked up the walkie-talkie and shouted into it:

"Everyone, please report on the current situation."

"Landmines have been deployed in areas A and B. Our men are now lying in ambush in the surrounding forest, waiting for the people inside to come out."

"very good."

As Isaac spoke, he seemed to remember something and added, "After this mission, each of you will receive a bonus of $70. So give it your all."

"Yes, boss!"