408: Do you like it? Are you envious? Do you want it?!

At the same time, a blinding white light flashed into his eyes.

Almost instantly, Sayyid assumed a combat stance.

Immediately after, he saw a familiar face.

Above the infantry fighting vehicle, Samar, wearing a black suit and sporting a flashy hairstyle, was waving both hands continuously.

Seeing this, Sayyid lowered his gun and looked back at the Soldiers behind him.

"Is the suit also bought for me?"

"Is the hairstyle also done for me?"

As the infantry fighting vehicle slowly came to a stop, Wafa, Harris, and Samar got out one after another.

Bang, bang—the first thing Harris did after getting out of the car was to stomp his feet on the ground twice.

Then, he pretentiously adjusted his waistband a few times, straightened his cuffs, and didn't forget to slick back his hair.

He completely failed to notice that the Soldiers were frantically winking at him.

Sayyid sniffed slightly under his mask, easily smelling the strong scent of alcohol on the three of them.

He suppressed his anger and said with a furious smile: "What did you do today? Why didn't you even attend the afternoon training?"

Sayyid's voice was very gentle, as calm as the silent dead water of a lake.

After hearing this, Harris raised an eyebrow.

"Training? To hell with training! Hahahaha, look at this, what is it?"

As he spoke, Harris directly pulled out his ASH12 battle rifle and patted it.

"Look at what I have too!" Samar, on a whim, immediately pulled out his stylish M7 battle rifle.

Clang, clang—even Wafa, due to the alcohol, pulled out his m14 marksman rifle and tapped his fingers on it twice.

The three of them, wearing suits, each shouldered a fully modified gun with one hand, while the other hand swept through their hair, striking a cool pose together.

Under the moonlight, the three of them looked like rising international superstars.

Even the Soldiers behind Sayyid were stunned by this scene, their eyes filled with envy.

"Oh~ so you mean these three guns were bought specifically for me today?"

As soon as Sayyid finished speaking, Harris and Samar hurriedly hugged their guns with vigilant expressions.

"That's not it."

The next second, the two of them realized something was wrong.

Meanwhile, Wafa, looking through his mask and seeing Sayyid's mocking gaze, felt as if a bolt of lightning had struck the back of his head.

In an instant, he sobered up.

"No, sir, listen to me..."

"We went out today to buy you new armor, and Samar was going to buy you a new gun."

"But some things happened later... In short, it's complicated to explain in a few words."

"You have to believe me, sir!"

"The three of us were even mobbed by dozens of Black Market Dealer weapon traffickers! We were beaten black and blue! If it weren't for..."

Before Wafa could finish, Sayyid had already slowly walked up to the three of them.

He reached out and grabbed Wafa's chin, turning his head left and right to inspect it.

Then he used the same method to look at Harris and Samar.

Where was there even a trace of injury on the three of them?

A mob of dozens of people, and they left the three of them with such clean faces?

And they even did their hair with hair gel while they were at it?

And finally, feeling embarrassed, they bought each of them a well-fitting suit?

The three suits looked much higher-end than his own white one.

"Wafa. Isn't it a bit too late to make up a story on the spot?"

After speaking, Sayyid pointed into the distance, his tone brooking no refusal: "Circle Dam Zero, 10 laps, sprint. No need to change clothes, just wear those suits!"

Hearing the obvious anger and seriousness in Sayyid's tone, Wafa dared not say anything more.

Samar, holding his gun in his arms, glared at Harris: "Seriously, Harris, you're no different from an idiot. Can't you just talk properly? Why do you have to make the commander angry? I give up."

With that, Samar ran off angrily.

"Wait, is it my fault? Didn't you show off with your gun just now? You're acting crazy."

Harris looked at Samar's retreating figure, unconvinced, then gritted his teeth and ran off, hugging his gun.

Seeing the two run off, Wafa smiled and handed the m14 marksman rifle in his hand to Sayyid.

"Hehe... Sir, I specifically picked this gun out for you."

Sayyid subconsciously took the m14 marksman rifle.

Wafa then immediately ran off, catching up with the other two.

Sayyid looked at the m14 marksman rifle in his hand and smiled helplessly.

"Wafa, run three fewer laps."

Sayyid could certainly tell that this gun wasn't prepared for him, because he always used machine guns.

Pretending that the gun was for him was actually just so that Wafa wouldn't have to bear the burden of carrying the gun while running.

Wafa knew better than anyone that after the punishment, Sayyid would still return the gun to him.

But Wafa's approach just made people feel comfortable.

"Actually, they weren't lying just now; they really did go to buy you equipment."

Liu Yan slowly walked out of the infantry fighting vehicle and came before Sayyid.

The latter's eyes narrowed slightly, immediately recognizing Liu Yan.

After all, these days, the internet was full of discussions about Liu Yan.

Moreover, they had met last night in Amiya Town.

"If you want to plead for them, there's no need."

"No one knows them better than I do."

"They..."

Sayyid was halfway through his sentence when Liu Yan extended both hands.

In his left hand was a fully modified pkm general purpose machine gun.

In his right hand was a fully modified m250 general-purpose machine gun.

"Roy, bring the armor down."

Liu Yan turned and shouted toward the infantry fighting vehicle.

Soon, Roy came to Liu Yan's side, carrying a piece of armor.

Looking at the two fully accessorized general-purpose machine guns, Sayyid was stunned for a moment.

"You... what is the meaning of this?"

"I'd like to stay here for a while."

"These are a small token of my greeting."

"Oh right, including this."

Liu Yan gestured with his chin toward the infantry fighting vehicle behind him.

Sayyid looked at Liu Yan and then scrutinized Roy, a conflicted look appearing in his eyes.

Given Liu Yan's mysterious and special status, as well as the various public opinions about him right now, calling him a scourge wouldn't be far off.

"If the guns Wafa and the others have were gifts from you, then when they run back here in a while, I will make them return them to you."

"As for you staying at Dam Zero..."

Before Sayyid could finish his sentence, Liu Yan placed the two guns in front of him.

Then, Liu Yan stepped past Sayyid and looked at the Soldiers, whom he had never met but felt a sense of familiarity with.

"Did everyone like those guns from just now?"

The Soldiers looked at each other, and then a few Soldiers couldn't help but reply: "We liked them."

"Envious?"

"Envious!"

"Want them?"

"We want them!!"

"Good, Roy, distribute the guns!"

Liu Yan had one hand behind his back and raised the other to wave.

Immediately after, Roy opened the door of the infantry fighting vehicle.

Clatter—!

In an instant, countless fully modified guns with exaggerated designs slid out from inside.

Along with them came various types of high-grade ammunition.

These were all things Liu Yan and Roy had taken out inside after the three of them got off the vehicle.

"First come, first served."

As soon as Liu Yan finished speaking, the Soldiers, who had originally been looking at Sayyid and debating whether to rush over, could no longer hold back.

Almost like locusts, they scrambled and rushed toward the infantry fighting vehicle.

"Damn it! Did I tell you to move!!"

Seeing this scene, Sayyid felt his head buzz.

He almost fainted.

This was like a parent watching their child, only for a stranger to come along and give the child something, and the child foolishly rushes over.

"Sir! Let him stay here!"

"Yeah, sir, he's handing out guns to us! If we bought these, it would probably cost hundreds of thousands!"

"My God, sir, I've never even seen these bullets before!"

Seeing the spineless appearance of these Soldiers, Sayyid was so angry that he immediately raised his gun, aiming at the sky, ready to fire.

Snap—Liu Yan casually snatched the gun from Sayyid's hand.

Sayyid turned his head in disbelief, looking Liu Yan up and down.

What kind of speed was this?

To be able to snatch his gun from his hands?

And without even letting him accidentally pull the trigger?

Before Sayyid's brain could recover, Liu Yan had already placed his hand on Sayyid's shoulder.

The latter subconsciously wanted to push Liu Yan away.

However, Liu Yan didn't budge at all.

Sayyid looked at Liu Yan again in astonishment, then, unwilling to believe it, increased his strength.

"Were you raised by bears, damn it?"

After several tries, Sayyid realized that no matter how hard he struggled, in Liu Yan's grip, he was no different from a little girl.

"On the way here, they told me."

"You might be worried that I'll bring trouble to you or these Soldiers."

"At the end of the day, it's that you're worried about their safety."

"Now, they have better firearms, and I can distribute armor to them later."

"They will be safer than before."

"Due to some special circumstances, um... I must stay here for a while."

"I feel that rather than me forcibly appearing here every day."

"Why don't we have a proper discussion?"

Every word Liu Yan said was spoken after he had learned about Sayyid's pain points from Wafa just as they were about to reach Dam Zero.

Therefore, almost every word struck a chord in Sayyid's heart.

Watching the Soldiers happily holding their newly acquired, fully modified firearms high in the air, Sayyid couldn't bear to destroy them for a moment.

In the end, Sayyid let out a helpless sigh.

"It's possible, but... can you let go now?"

"I can't breathe."

"Give me some air."