Alchemists do not need self-cultivation

In this arena of competition between the US and Russia, virtually no arms dealer would risk their life to supply weapons to guerrillas, as that would mean potentially offending both superpowers simultaneously.

Especially Russia. The United States has a very subtle attitude toward guerrillas, but Russia is determined to wipe them out completely.

“Not at all. You give me the money, I give you the goods. Our business is that simple,” Isaac laughed.

Isaac doesn't care who places the order when doing business. Whether it's a government or an anti-government force, a gang or a guerrilla group, as long as they can pay, Isaac will provide weapons.

The price offered by the guerrilla commander was more than four times the purchase price of the goods Isaac had bought; this was absolutely outrageous.

"The same rule applies: pay first, then I'll deliver the goods to you."

"it is good."

The commander agreed and took out several huge briefcases from behind him, placing them on the ground. The briefcases contained bundles of US dollars.

One rule in Isaac's transactions is that all transactions must begin with US dollars; no other currencies can be used, nor can gems or diamonds be substituted.

Previously, a gang planned to pay Isaac directly with drugs, and arrogantly told him to take out his own drugs to pay back the money and return the extra amount.

For someone wasting Isaac's time like this, he naturally gave the order to massacre them. Within half an hour, all several hundred members of the gang were turned into corpses, and Isaac also cut off the boss's head and hung it at the door.

Anyone who tries to challenge the rules set by Isaac will meet an obvious fate.

“Not bad, you do seem sincere about doing business with me.” Isaac nodded with satisfaction as he looked at the pile of US dollars on the ground. “I’ll have someone ship the T-72 main battle tank and RK-92 AS you ordered right away.”

As he spoke, Isaac pulled out a walkie-talkie.

"Deliver the goods to the designated location."

"Yes!"

Transporting such a large weapon will take time, and Isaac will need to stay here for a while before that happens.

With nothing else to do, he asked the commander about the boy he had seen earlier.

“You have a ten-year-old boy here, I remember his name is ‘Qasim’.”

“Oh. You mean Qasim? He is indeed a member of our guerrilla force,” the commander said with a smile. “He is an excellent soldier, and as young as you, sir.”

Isaac's appearance truly shocked many people, after all, a transnational arms dealer is a twelve-year-old boy, and many people probably wouldn't believe it if you told them that.

Was he here from the beginning?

“No,” the commander explained. “I’ve had him for two years, and he only joined the guerrillas when he was eight years old.”

"What were your reasons for joining?"

"He originally came to assassinate me, but I later recruited him," the commander said with a smile. "After all, it's not good to kill a child, and he's one of the few in our guerrilla force who can pilot an AS."

From his words, Isaac knew that the little boy had been fighting with weapons since he was at least eight years old.

"He's driving an AS? Does your camp have an AS for him to drive?"

“Originally, we did have one; it was an RK-91 that we captured a year ago.” He scratched his head, somewhat embarrassed. “However, a month ago, our troops were ambushed by the Russian army, and the already badly damaged RK-91 was completely destroyed.”

"That's why you ordered RK-92s from me."

The RK-92 is an improved version of the RK-91, with many improvements in fire control systems and performance, and is hailed as the AK-47 of the AS (Armored Firearms) class.

The fact that the guerrillas had withstood the Russian offensive and American harassment with just an old AS and a small squad proved that the commander was indeed capable.

Now that Isaac has brought them new equipment, they will surely fight even harder in the future.

Just then, Isaac's communicator rang again.

"What's wrong? Did you get lost in the jungle?" Isaac asked.

I asked them to transport the goods, so they should still be on their way.

"Boss! We've been ambushed by the Russian army!"

"What!?"

Isaac and the commander's expressions instantly turned grim.

Gunshots and the roar of engines came through the walkie-talkie, mixed with the sound of trees falling.

"Report your current location, no, fire the signal flare immediately!"

As Isaac spoke, he quickly ran outside the tent, and it was at that moment that he saw the red signal flare shooting into the sky.

"In that direction?"

“Mr. Isaac, you seem to be in trouble.” The commander also came out.

He didn't look too good when he heard the news. If this batch of weapons fell into the hands of the Russian army, the subsequent battles would be even more difficult.

"Please wait a moment, sir. I will immediately assemble the troops to retrieve the weapons."

“No need,” Isaac said calmly.

"what?"

“You are my customer now. Since I promised to deliver to your door, I won’t allow any unexpected situations to occur.” Isaac’s eyes turned fierce. “Don’t worry, this shipment won’t escape.”

Anyone who dares to block his business will be annihilated without hesitation.

As a gust of wind blew by, before the commander could even look back, Isaac's figure had already disappeared from the spot.

Meanwhile, Isaac's convoy was surrounded by five RK-92s, each over eight meters tall.

One of the phones opened a communication channel and shouted to the group: "Don't move, you're surrounded."

"Tsk, I didn't expect to be discovered."

This is actually quite normal. Isaac's deal with the Colombian government forces was discovered by FARC revolutionaries. Unlike small-scale gang fights, war naturally brings various unstable factors.

One of the ASs pointed its massive machine gun at the group, while several other ASs approached the truck and ripped open the roof. Inside were the three RK-92 tanks that Isaac was going to sell to the Afghan guerrillas.

"Damn it, where did they get this from?"

"Captain, should we report this to our superiors?"

The drivers of several AS vehicles asked.

"Let's keep these RK-92s as our military supplies, and these people in front of us can be considered enemies..."

boom!

Before he could finish speaking, the AS he was in instantly exploded into pieces, and his charred body fell to the ground.

"!"

Chapter 526: Tearing AS Apart

"what happened!?"

The remaining RK-92 pilots saw their captain, now burned to a crisp, through the screen, and a chill ran from their feet to their heads.

What exactly happened? Why did an AS suddenly explode? They didn't even see the enemy.

At that moment, one of the drivers saw Isaac at his feet through the screen.

"child?"

Before he could react, Isaac on the screen suddenly disappeared, then the screen started to distort, followed by a loud bang and the armor in front of him cracked open.

The team member was left exposed to the air, while Isaac looked down at him.

"Ah ah ah ah ah!!!"

He was clearly terrified by what he saw, and he picked up the pistol at his waist and fired repeatedly, but the bullets bounced off Isaac's skin.

boom!

The soldier was eventually killed.

"Fire!!"

Although the remaining three mechs were stunned for a moment by Isaac's appearance, they quickly reacted and unleashed their weapons on the child in front of them.

The weapons equipped by AS were much larger than those equipped by humans; the machine guns they carried were all modified to have a caliber of 33 mm.

Large-caliber bullets flew toward Isaac, but his body had long since disappeared from the spot. All the bullets hit the trees behind him, and the thick trees snapped in two in an instant.

"Damn it, where did that brat go?"

"Behind you!"

boom!

One of the machines exploded, leaving only two of the five RK-92s that were originally tasked with surrounding Isaac's team.

Not only were the Russian soldiers frightened, but Isaac's own team members were also quite frightened.

"Hey, am I dreaming? It seems the boss has already taken down three AS machines all by himself."

"Disassembling a mecha with one's own body?"

The scene before them was like a dream, and they rubbed their eyes to make sure they weren't watching some kind of sci-fi blockbuster.

The remaining two RK-92s were at a loss for how to fight. Just as they were about to request support from the front line, Isaac forcibly ripped off the leg of one of the machines and slammed it onto the armor of the other two machines like a baseball.

The armor was instantly smashed open, and both drivers died on the spot.

"This thing really is a toy; its armor protection is so weak." Isaac dusted off his clothes and walked up to the three team members who were transporting the goods. "Is the cargo alright?"

"No...no." Everyone quickly shook their heads.

The scene of Isaac's previous battle was still vivid in their minds; his terrifying combat power was clearly unlike that of an Earth creature.

"Okay, deliver the goods to the camp, then take the money and leave."

Just as he was speaking, the guerrilla commander arrived with his men.

They weren't entirely comfortable with the important shipment, so to be on the safe side, they brought their team here.

"Mr. Isaac, are you alright?"

“No,” Isaac laughed. “Your goods are in the box of the big truck in the back. Open it and take a look.”

Upon hearing this, several guerrilla members rushed to the truck, opened the back of the truck, and found a brand-new RK-92 huddled inside.

"oh oh!!"

"Then, let's begin the transaction as agreed."

"Okay." The commander nodded.