Alchemists do not need self-cultivation

“Not at all!” Benson immediately ran over and said, “We were just sitting together and chatting.”

"I see."

The two sisters looked into the room, where everyone was smiling at them, and the table was spotless.

It's hard to imagine that just seconds ago this table was filled with guns, ammunition, and bottles of liquor.

“If you can’t find one,” George said, walking up and patting Isaac on the shoulder, “just have your brother Isaac tell you a fairy tale.”

Isaac: "..."

Is it really possible?

Looking at the longing eyes of the two little girls in front of him, and then at the encouraging eyes of the dozen or so people behind him, Isaac smiled.

"sure."

"Great!"

The two sisters cheered and then skipped and hopped toward their room.

After the two left, Isaac looked at George.

“Well… boss, this is just a temporary measure,” George quickly said. “Think about it, they’re only about five years younger than you. As their peer, aren’t you more suited to take on this task?”

“…If you mess up the mission a few days from now, George,” Isaac sneered, “I’ll throw you, you traitor, into the sea to feed the sharks.”

George shuddered at the words.

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They were still children after all. Isaac took a book and stayed with them for half an hour before falling asleep. Seeing their peaceful sleeping faces, he felt relieved and left.

Back in the room, Isaac took out the bottle of vodka he had hidden in the cupboard and said to everyone, "This order from Afghanistan comes from a commander of the Afghan guerrillas, nicknamed 'The Tiger of Badakhshan.' He ordered ten T-72 main battle tanks and three RK-92 tanks from us."

"...They actually ordered main battle tanks and ASs."

This business is completely different from the past; it's not a small business of trading bullets and firearms.

"You've all heard about the situation in Afghanistan. I don't have time to protect you. What you need to do is give advance warnings, and I'll handle the rest. Do you understand?"

"Yes!"

"Great, the transaction date is in four days. I hope everyone can stay alert."

After briefly explaining some mission details, Isaac and the others returned to their respective rooms.

“By the way, boss,” George asked, walking up to Isaac, “are they still in stable mental condition?”

"It's alright. Although it will take some time to get out of the shadows, it seems like it will be soon."

"That's good." George breathed a sigh of relief and exclaimed, "The boss is really amazing. He put them to sleep in less than half an hour of storytelling."

"The book must be good, and I followed the instructions in the book?"

"What kind of book is so magical? It can even help you sleep?"

“This one.” Isaac handed the book to George.

He looked closely and saw that the book clearly stated "Advanced Mathematics: Differential Equations".

"..."

Chapter 524: Qasim

Afghanistan, a truly magical place.

It once prospered through trade, but the surrounding countries became increasingly powerful. The former Soviet Union had a strong desire to invade and launched a war against the region.

Then, the organization disintegrated a few years after the withdrawal of troops.

Earlier British colonists, driven by strategic needs to compete with Tsarist Russia for control of Central Asia, attempted to bring Afghanistan into their sphere of influence, and waged a war of aggression against Afghanistan between 1839 and 1919.

The campaign ultimately ended in victory in Afghanistan, with heavy casualties for the British forces.

Isaac's historical outlook for 2031

So this place also has another name: Imperial Graveyard.

This place is more dangerous than the two countries he had visited before, but Isaac himself doesn't care.

The so-called arms trade is about profiting from war. The fiercer the fighting, the greater the demand for weapons, and the greater the demand for weapons, the fatter Isaac's wallet will be.

As a result, after Isaac entered the country and explained his purpose, basically no one paid any attention to him.

Hansel and Greta stayed on the ship, where they were looked after by several soldiers. Isaac came with George, Benson, and Wilson to scout the location, and then arranged for the ordered weapons to be delivered to the designated place.

Unlike the history Isaac knew before, in this world, after the collapse of the Soviet Union, Russia still harbored ambitions for Afghanistan, while the United States also seemed to be in the region. The country's guerrillas were essentially facing incursions from two countries.

Therefore, this operation is likely to be viewed as an enemy by both major powers.

They made their way to the guerrilla base.

Upon arriving at this point, several soldiers carrying AKs and wearing headscarves blocked their path.

"Who are you? What are you doing here?"

Isaac said, "I'm here to see your guerrilla commander. The 'toys' he ordered from me have been delivered."

"It's Mr. Isaac, please wait a moment." After hearing the purpose of their visit, the soldier ran towards the camp behind them.

Not long after, he ran back again.

"Sir, the commander is outside right now. If you don't mind, you can come and sit in the camp."

"Ah."

Isaac nodded and winked at the three people behind him.

Since arriving in this place, I've heard gunshots and explosions everywhere I go. It has to be said that the danger level in Afghanistan has reached an appalling level.

"I wonder where the weapons our commander ordered are..."

Seeing that Isaac had brought no weapons or anything else with him, the soldiers couldn't help but feel puzzled.

“You ordered tanks and ASs, it’s not that easy to get them delivered to you,” Isaac chuckled. “We’ll have to wait for your commander to come and discuss the details.”

As Isaac said this, he wandered around casually.

Most of the guerrillas' equipment was left behind by the Soviets and looked quite old. Fortunately, these weapons performed reasonably well in actual combat, and the guerrillas' tactics were indeed able to repel several units that coveted their territory.

The T-72 main battle tanks and RK-92 AS rifles they brought this time are a godsend for the guerrillas. Their tactics, combined with these weapons, will indeed inflict considerable losses on the enemy.

Speaking of AS, when Isaac went to the Albanian armory, he saw several robots half-squatting on the ground. That was the first time Isaac saw the so-called AS of this world up close.

It's huge and futuristic, but I don't really think it can be considered a weapon.

Then, Isaac saw a large pit.

The pit was filled with a large number of corpses, including soldiers and enemy soldiers, indicating that a war must have taken place here before.

A black-haired boy is carrying a corpse.

"An Asian?" Wilson, who was observing from the side, asked with some doubt.

Asians are relatively rare in Afghanistan, so it was unexpected to find one among the guerrillas.

He kept carrying the corpses and throwing them into the pit, his face expressionless, as if he were carrying a pile of garbage instead of corpses.

"It's really strange to see an Asian here, especially a child. Boss, where are you? Boss, where are you?"

Wilson looked back and found that Isaac had disappeared at some point. He walked over to the child who was a few years younger than himself.

The boy became alert the moment he saw Isaac, pulled out a pistol from his pocket, and pointed it at him.

"who?"

"Don't be nervous, he's just a merchant delivering some goods to your commander," Isaac said with a smile.

The boy paused for a moment, and although he remained vigilant, he realized that the person meant no harm and put away his pistol.

“That’s right. What’s your name, young man?” Isaac asked with a smile.

"Qasim".

The boy didn't think much of it and blurted it out.

“Qasim? My name is Isaac.” Isaac said, extending his hand. “I’m quite interested in you. How about we become friends?”

"?"

Although he didn't know why the boy, who was a little older than him, would say that, he still reached out and shook hands with Isaac.

"Judging from your appearance, you must be one of the guerrillas too."

“Yes.” The boy named Kasim nodded.

“I don’t really like seeing kids my age standing on the battlefield with guns,” Isaac said. “If you’d like, I can take you somewhere more peaceful.”

Upon hearing this, the boy stood frozen in place, not quite reacting, before shaking his head and saying, "No, I'm better suited to the battlefield."

This time, it was Isaac who was stunned.

He then laughed and said, "Suitable for the battlefield... You and I are quite alike."

After Isaac was reincarnated into this world, he also thought about whether he should experience a peaceful life, go to school like ordinary children, make friends, experience youth, and live in a peaceful society like an ordinary person.

However, Isaac ultimately could not adapt to the life of an ordinary person.

No shells exploded around him, no bullets whizzed past his ears, no soldiers shouted battle cries as they charged into battle—all of this made this man, who had once dominated battlefields in his original world, feel extremely uncomfortable.

So now he's an arms dealer.

If Isaac really wanted to make money, he had hundreds of ways. He could make a fortune by refining gold or selling off any part of the technology from 2031.

However, he still chose the path he is on now.

Of course, the reason was not only to return to the familiar battlefield, but also to stockpile a large amount of usable weapons and equipment for Amestolis.

"Mr. Isaac, the commander is back."

“Okay, I’m coming right now,” Isaac called out, then looked at Qasim and smiled, “Let’s meet again sometime. I’m very interested in you.”

Chapter 525: Hijacked

The commander of the Afghan guerrillas was a middle-aged man with dark skin. He invited Isaac and his men into the tent of his camp.

"Mr. Isaac, thank you very much for your assistance." The commander expressed his heartfelt gratitude for Isaac's arrival.