Chapter 522 - 165: Divine Tree
In the forest ahead, a row of trees thicker than the waists of Mao Country’s aunties had already been reduced to a ground full of wooden debris under the metal storm of the Gatling gun!
Chen Yan was very satisfied as he patted the big toy in his hand.
Indeed, it feels awesome! This is what a man’s toy should be.
In the past two days, he had honed his touch quite well, but Chen Yan wasn’t particularly coveting the thing, nor did he plan to sneak it away.
Because in the jade pendant’s storage space, there were two similar ones!
A recent trip to Southeast Asia had nearly filled up the jade pendant’s storage space for Chen Yan.
In two container-sized spaces, he crammed over twenty boxes of various ammunition, and more than ten long and short firearms.
Plus an armored vehicle! And more than forty barrels of diesel!
In fact, when heading to Evil Land Mountain in the Domain Realm, none of these things would be usable from the storage equipment; back then, Chen Yan was purely opportunistic.
As long as they’re men, very few do not like these big gadgets.
Haven’t you seen when there are excavators operating on the road, there will always be male passersby stopping to watch?
Seeing this kind of armed armored vehicle, Chen Yan naturally took it by the way.
Unfortunately, the anti-government militia was too poor, not a single proper tank.
In the past few days in this hunting ground of Mao Country, Chen Yan tried out many firearms, especially those models he had in his storage equipment. He selected a few and trained meticulously to master the touch and shooting feel.
When he first arrived, he could only shoot at fixed targets. By the time he was leaving, he could handle firearms with decent skill.
In the forest, he went hunting and even brought down two stags and a bear!
As for whether it’s illegal...
This is a Mao Country club that dares to make active tanks into "retired" equipment. As long as the money is right, the so-called laws are just a joke.
The nominal owner of the club is a middle-aged Mao Country man named Vanell, with a smoky presence—one look and you can tell he’s a retired soldier with a bloody past, though it’s unknown if he was a regular soldier or a mercenary—maybe he was both.
This guy named Vanell hit it off well with Chen Yan, whether it’s because Chen Yan spent enough money or just purely because they clicked.
Anyway, by the third day of Chen Yan’s arrival, he was drinking vodka with him in the restaurant. Under the cultivator’s super strong constitution, his resistance to alcohol is naturally not something a mortal can compare to.
After a drinking session, Vanell, who proudly claimed to have drunk through the club undefeated, ended up crawling by the toilet calling for his mom. The next day, Vanell’s attitude towards Chen Yan was much more enthusiastic.
For men from Mao Country, there are two ways to measure if a man is manly.
Either you can fight!
Or you can drink!
Having done the drinking part, Vanell was convinced.
As for fighting... seeing with his own eyes Chen Yan stripping off his coat and chasing a 300-pound bear through the forest with an iron rod in hand...
Vanell was again convinced.
As for this young man’s terrible marksmanship from Dragon Country, no worries, Vanell even postponed a few distinguished guests he needed to host, and personally took on the role of Chen Yan’s firearms coach.
"Yang! Are you really not some legend who escaped from a Siberian training camp?"
On the last day, during the farewell, in the club restaurant, Vanell was downing vodka and looked at Chen Yan with some reluctance.
Chen Yan was cutting into a piece of roasted venison fiercely with a knife.
Roasted to a medium-rare, you could still see the red deer blood in it—deer blood is a treasure.
Chen Yan tossed a piece of venison into his mouth, chewing while laughing: "Vanell, how many times have I told you, my name is Yan! yan!"
"Got it, Yang!"
Damn, these Russians can’t pronounce; they can’t distinguish between yan and yang.
After correcting Vanell a few times, Chen Yan just couldn’t be bothered anymore.
He smiled at Vanell: "What Siberian training camp, it’s just like the United States’ Area 52 super warriors, all fabricated stories from boring films and novels. In reality, it does exist, but it’s far from being as exaggerated as rumored."
Vanell pondered and nodded: "Right, I used to know a friend in the mercenaries who did come from the Siberian training camp. The guy was indeed formidable, but not as formidable as you.
I once saw him throttle a Siberian gray wolf with his bare hands. But..."
He looked at Chen Yan with a doubtful gaze: "I suspect you could strangle a polar bear with your bare hands."
"Be confident, drop the ’suspect’," Chen Yan said as he chewed on the venison.
(Wishing everyone a happy May Day holiday, enjoy the long break~)
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