Special Forces: I Can See the Experience Bar

Chapter 314 The Strange Russian Strongman
"Your tattoo looks quite unique. Does it have any meaning?"

At this moment, facing the burly man in front of him, Chang Ning was like a novice who had accidentally stumbled into this black market.

With his youthful face and the clear naiveté in his eyes, without anyone he knew or Chang Ning himself revealing the truth, who could say he wasn't a college student?

The burly man's tense muscles relaxed slightly under Chang Ning's direct gaze, and his fist slowly loosened.

He originally wanted to teach this arrogant Asian kid who dared to approach him a lesson, but Chang Ning's direct question unexpectedly aroused his desire to show off.

That tattoo was a symbol of his identity and a mark of his glory.

"Hey kid, you've got good taste! My tattoo is more than just a design."

Its origins are quite remarkable.

The burly man spoke with a hint of smugness, and he put his arm around Chang Ning's shoulder as if he were showing off his treasure to an old friend he hadn't seen in a long time.

His words were full of self-satisfaction, a feeling that "it's better to show off when you're home than to wear fine clothes at night."

He had recently learned this phrase from a Chinese colleague, and it struck him as quite novel.

Are the unusual patterns on the body just tattoos?
No! That was the path he came from.

For example, the various sizes of skulls on his arms, according to the burly man, represent his battle achievements.

The specifics of their achievements were not detailed, and Chang Ning did not inquire further.

Judging from the aura of kindred spirits emanating from the burly man, Chang Ning felt it was best not to ask about the meaning of the skull; he could roughly guess what it represented.

"After all that talk, I haven't even asked what country you're from."

The burly man, perhaps tired of talking, licked his dry, chapped lips and looked at Chang Ning.

His eyes were extremely sharp, and his muscular physique was incredibly imposing, but this meant nothing to Chang Ning.

Chang Ning didn't even bother to comment on this psychological warfare tactic. He simply didn't believe that the seemingly enthusiastic and burly man in front of him hadn't sensed anything amiss.

After all, he could smell the strong military odor on the other party.

Does the answer to "What nationality I am" matter to you?

Chang Ning met the burly man's sharp, piercing gaze and responded calmly.

Trying to use such a trick to find out his secrets is seriously underestimating him.

"Of course, buddy."

If you're Japanese, then my brothers and I promise we'll beat the shit out of you.

Trust me, I mean what I say.

After the burly man finished speaking, his brothers surrounded him, each eyeing Chang Ning with ill intent, as if he were already a meal to be prepared.

"Then you're going to be disappointed, you won't see my shit."

I am Chinese.

When Chang Ning uttered the word "Huaxia" (China), he clearly felt those malicious gazes disappear.

Instead, he was met with friendly eyes, and the burly man who spoke to him even patted him on the shoulder affectionately.

"Chinese?"

The burly man said in a surprised tone that, apart from his friend, this was the first time he had ever seen such a confident and even aggressive Chinese person.

In his impression, the Chinese people have always been humble. Are all Chinese soldiers like this?
Indeed, just as Chang Ning guessed the burly man's job by feeling, the burly man also had some guesses about Chang Ning's identity.

Of course, this is also because Chang Ning did not disguise himself; after all, he was a soldier who had received rigorous training.

If people can guess his identity at first glance, wouldn't all the training fees that Wolf Fang spent on him be wasted?

These are all national resources; wasting them is shameful!
The burly man was overjoyed after receiving confirmation from Chang Ning.

He even boasted that he would treat Chang Ning to a good drink.

Just kidding! A complete stranger in a foreign country is very enthusiastic and wants to buy him drinks. It seems like something's up.

Is it simply because he is Chinese?

That reason seems a bit far-fetched.

He was also afraid that the burly man would sell him out. By the way, had the industrial park in Myanmar been built yet?
Okay, I can write that down and check it when I get back. "No need to go drinking, I don't have time right now."

"Hey buddy, I'd like to ask where I can buy military equipment around here. Please, no civilian brands, please."

Chang Ning declined the burly man's invitation and voiced his question.

He wasn't a local American, and he had absolutely no idea where to get weapons.

"Arms? I do know a place that sells them, but it's very expensive."

The burly man glanced at Chang Ning's attire and knew that this Chinese man was definitely not wealthy.

"Money is not a problem, can you take me to have a look first?"

Fearing the burly man wouldn't take him, Chang Ning added, "I can pay the brokerage fee."

"no, I'm fine."

Upon hearing that Chang Ning was going to give him a brokerage fee, the burly man's large, fan-like hands shook repeatedly.

"I can take you there, and you won't need to pay the agency fee."

If that devil finds out that I took a commission from his compatriot, and that compatriot is a retired soldier from China...

"Buddy, I know very well that Chinese soldiers hold a very high position in the hearts of the Chinese people."

The burly man gave Chang Ning a thumbs-up, showing off his knowledge of China.

Ironically, the person he was showing off to was a Chinese person.

Chang Ning realized that this burly Russian man was a bit of a chatterbox.

If he kept talking, he wouldn't know when he would be able to get his hands on weapons.

Chang Ning always felt unsafe in America without carrying any weapons.

"Dude, you know more about China than most foreigners do, but shouldn't we go take a look at the weapons now?"

Chang Ning reminded him that he didn't want to listen to the burly man rambling on about things related to China anymore.

Even just listening to a foreigner rave about China is really satisfying.

"Foreigner? No, no, no!"

Dude, please get your facts straight. This is America.

And you, my friend, are the foreigner here.

The burly man explained to Chang Ning in a serious tone.

"Okay, okay, it's my fault."

"So, can you take me to the place where they get the weapons now?"

Chang Ning didn't want to waste any more time with this burly man; his time was precious.

He wants to pull off a big heist in America sooner so he can return home sooner.

"I didn't expect you to be so impatient. I'll take you there now."

The goods there are a bit pricey, but they're all top-quality, and they offer custom-made items.

When the topic turned to the arms dealership, the burly man went on and on about how sophisticated the weapons there were.

Chang Ning had only one thought after hearing this: the more sophisticated the weapon, the more expensive it would be.

This made him doubt whether he could afford it with his current financial situation.

The mysterious weapons shop and the black market were only two blocks apart. The burly man drove his Ford Raptor and Chang Ning there in about twenty minutes.

This weapons shop was much more luxurious than the previous black market, with all the display windows made of thickened glass. Given the situation in the United States, Changning thought it was most likely bulletproof glass.

Through the shop window, you can see that while there aren't exactly a lot of people inside, there's a steady stream of customers.

In short: Business is booming!

Judging from the booming business, Chang Ning knew that the burly man hadn't lied to him; there must be good stuff inside!