162: A heavy machine gun

A trace of curiosity flashed in Skorlov's eyes: "Oh? Tell me, what are you planning to exchange?"

"Perhaps a good bottle of wine?" Xu Ning asked tentatively.

"I have a jeep called Lingxi," Xu Ning replied.

Hearing this, Skorlov couldn't help but laugh, "Interesting, naming an old jeep? That's a strange habit."

"Then tell me, where are you from? Are you from the Kimchi Country? From the Island Nation? Or are you from China?" Skorlov asked with interest.

Xu Ning corrected him seriously, "Your question should be asked like this: Am I from China, the Island Nation, or the Kimchi Country?"

Skorlov was stunned and asked with a hint of confusion, "Is there a difference?"

Xu Ning smiled calmly and explained, "Of course there's a difference. It's like if someone asked if you were the embodiment of an Eagle or a Brown Bear, you would instinctively associate yourself with the Eagle."

"Don't you think the symbolic meaning of the Eagle far surpasses that of the Brown Bear?" Xu Ning continued.

Skorlov was momentarily speechless, rendered unable to respond by these words.

After a moment, he could only admit, "Alright, I did speak improperly. So, you are the one representing Great Xia?"

Xu Ning nodded in confirmation, "That's right, and my jeep is by no means an ordinary old vehicle; it is a unique existence."

Skorlov shook his head, feeling a bit awkward inside.

The attitude and tone of the young man before him didn't sound like someone who had just escaped a difficult situation; instead, it was more like he was interrogating him.

Skorlov said, not to be outdone, "Even so, what of it? My shipyard is piled high with abandoned ships and old vehicles. There are so many jeeps there's hardly any place to put them. I can also say that each one is unique, uniquely dilapidated."

"Even if the Boss of volga Automobile Company stood in front of me, I would still insist on saying this: A broken car is a broken car."

Skorlov was thoroughly disappointed with the quality of domestic cars, which was why his reaction was so strong when Xu Ning proposed exchanging a jeep for Mr. Makarov's freedom.

Xu Ning said calmly, "Since you don't believe me, why not go see for yourself? We have an old saying: Hearing is not as good as seeing. Unless you have seen my jeep with your own eyes, I don't think you are qualified to disparage it."

Skorlov suddenly laughed, "Interesting, very well. I'll go with you to see for myself and find out what's so special about your car."

Skorlov, who had originally intended to just send Xu Ning away, now actively followed behind him to inspect the jeep that was said to be out of the ordinary.

Skorlov's curiosity drove him to explore the unknown, which was also one of the reasons he became a renowned tutor at the Dzerzhinsky Military Academy.

They quickly arrived in front of a uniquely shaped jeep parked below the office building.

When Skorlov saw the jeep painted with a brand new camouflage pattern, the expression on his face immediately became complicated.

He quickly walked around the car, observing carefully, and soon discovered the car's uniqueness: the body armor had clearly been reinforced, and even the glass seemed to have undergone special strengthening.

Skorlov immediately realized that such protection was sufficient to withstand 7.62mm caliber bullets.

When he found a bullet actually embedded in the car body, and laboriously removed and identified it, it further confirmed his judgment.

"Hiss... it really is a 7.62mm bullet..." Skorlov exclaimed in amazement.

A sly smile appeared at the corner of Xu Ning's mouth, and he looked directly at Mr. Skolov and said, "Mr. Skolov, do you still think this car is not enough to exchange for Mr. Makarov?"

Mr. Skolov's old face flushed slightly. His contemptuous words towards Xu Ning just now seemed to still echo in his ears. He cleared his throat, feigning composure:

"Ahem... Although this jeep looks good, it's not enough for you to be so arrogant. Young man, do you think this can change my decision?"

"I'm afraid you've overestimated yourself," Mr. Skolov said with an unquestionable tone.

"Guard, escort this young man out."

However, as he said this, Mr. Skolov himself didn't realize that his attitude was no longer as resolute as it had been initially.

His love for mechanics and technology made him unconsciously interested in the talented performance of the young man before him.

Judging from Xu Ning's familiarity with the vehicle, it seemed to be his masterpiece.

Mr. Skolov knew the pride of a creator well, because every time someone questioned a work he had painstakingly crafted, the feeling of unwillingness was like experiencing it himself.

Just as Mr. Skolov's heart wavered, a thought quietly emerged: "Perhaps I should give Mr. Makarov a chance. It's not too late to figure out the whole story later."

However, Xu Ning clearly had no intention of giving up easily.

He quickly stopped the guard who was about to act and said eagerly, "Please wait a moment, could you help me with something first?"

Seeing Xu Ning's persistence, coupled with Mr. Skolov's wave of the hand, the guard finally nodded in agreement.

Following Xu Ning to the rear of the car, he saw him open the trunk, revealing a heavy machine gun.

The guard immediately became alert and pointed his gun at Xu Ning.

"Don't worry, I can't move this by myself; I need your assistance," Xu Ning said easily, and stood on the car roof, asking the guard to help hand up the machine gun.

This scene surprised the guard greatly, as he had never seen anyone display a weapon so openly in front of him.

Only when he saw that there was indeed no ammo belt on the machine gun did the guard feel relieved and slowly handed it to Xu Ning on the car roof.

Mr. Skolov also noticed all of this, and curiosity drove him forward to examine it carefully.

As the machine gun was installed in place, the old expert's eyes became focused and curious.

When he noticed that there was no opening on the car roof, he couldn't help but laugh mockingly, "Hey, young man, where did the sunroof on your car go? Is this machine gun just for decoration?"

Xu Ning replied with a smile, "Of course not, Mr. Skolov, please look at the control lever next to the passenger seat."

"Control lever?" Mr. Skolov was stunned and quickly leaned into the car to look, and indeed found the cleverly hidden design.

At this moment, his admiration for the young man before him arose spontaneously.

"You mean, the heavy machine gun on the roof of this car can be controlled by a lever inside the driver's cabin?"

Xu Ning raised an eyebrow, his eyes flashing with confidence, "How about I show you?"