28: Chapter 28 is what I want.

Returning to the modern 2K World, Fu Haoran contacted an oligarch from Russia. Upon receiving the news, a Gulfstream landed at the airport designated by Fu Haoran in less than an hour.

The night wind of Moscow poured into his collar, making him shrink his neck from the cold.

A black Maybach was parked at the mouth of the alley, its headlights casting two yellow beams onto the snow.

A man with a sallow complexion and sunken eye sockets stood by the car door; even his luxurious custom-made suit could not hide his sickly thinness.

Clearly, this man was severely tormented by a terminal illness.

Alexei Korolev.

Upon seeing Fu Haoran, he skipped all pleasantries and stepped forward to grab Fu Haoran's wrist.

"The technology you used to cure Jobs... can it cure me?"

Fu Haoran did not answer, but the Servo-skull he carried with him began to work.

The red light of the Servo-skull scanned Alexei's entire body—three seconds, five seconds.

Alexei gripped the car door handle, his knuckles turning white.

At the sixth second, the skull emitted a soft sound.

【Curable, estimated treatment: 2 sessions.】

"That's great, I knew it! I knew it..."

Alexei let go of the car door, turned around to take a breath, and when he turned back, his voice had already leveled out.

"Mr. Fu, what kind of weapons do you need?"

Fu Haoran was not at all surprised by Alexei's loss of composure.

The other party was an oligarch in Russia; on the surface, he was a tech mogul, but in reality, he was an arms dealer responsible for smuggling weapons privately for Russia.

He had contracted a terminal illness half a year ago and had sought help after learning that Fu Haoran possessed a universal treatment method.

However, while wealth has no borders, the wealthy do.

People like Jobs would never allow an oligarch from Russia to get a slice of the pie.

If it weren't for the need to procure weapons this time, Fu Haoran would not have come to him.

Realizing his loss of composure, Alexei quickly adjusted his emotions and asked: "I wonder what kind of weapons Mr. Fu wants to buy?"

"Weapons of mass destruction."

Alexei was stunned.

"I need them now, and they must be delivered within the day." Fu Haoran glanced at his wrist; there were only 15 hours left until the projected 24-hour total assault.

"Weapons of mass destruction? Those are highly controlled state assets. If leaked, even I would be hunted down globally." Alexei really wanted to say this.

But his long-standing position as a man in power made him realize that the other party only wanted the result and had no interest in the process.

Alexei opened his mouth but made no sound.

Outside the window, the snow was still falling. He looked at that expanse of white for a long time.

Two choices were laid out before him: either die from the terminal illness or save his life and then live a life on the run!

"I'll risk it! If I'm on the run, I still have a choice, but if I don't accept the treatment, I won't even have the chance to struggle."

After figuring this out, Alexei asked: "As long as you can save me, I will get you whatever kind of weapons you want!"

...

The two drove directly to a military base, with the road being basically unobstructed along the way.

The general in charge of the base was named Valuev, with a physique as sturdy as a bear. Upon seeing Fu Haoran, he immediately raised his hand, and four soldiers surrounded them with rifles, their dark muzzles aimed at the two.

"Eastern Great? Americans?" Valuev's tone was unfriendly.

Alexei was used to this and handed over a bank card directly.

"General, this is a gift for meeting. This gentleman is my distinguished guest. You just need to provide the goods; money is not an issue."

Valuev took the card, didn't put it in his pocket, and handed it directly to the adjutant beside him.

The adjutant took out a POS machine, swiped the card, checked the balance, and nodded to the general.

Only then did Valuev force a smile: "Since it is you, Alexei, providing the guarantee, then there is no problem."

"However, the rules here must be followed, otherwise I cannot save you."

General Valuev turned to lead the way, first arriving at the deepest part of the base, pointing to a missile that was pitch black all over and massive in size, introducing it proudly:

"Sarmat ICBM, a doomsday weapon, with a range of 18,000 kilometers, capable of carrying 10 MIRV nuclear warheads, with a total yield of 7.5 million tons—enough to blow up a small or medium-sized country."

"One price: 8 billion US dollars, payment in full, delivery in one week."

Fu Haoran rolled his eyes. You Russians are willing to sell this kind of stuff?

How could Alexei not understand his old friend's little tricks? He interrupted: "General, my guest is in a hurry; it must be something that can be delivered today."

"You guys, really don't appreciate the mood." General Valuev muttered, leading them to another part of the base.

"Iskander-M missile, range of 500 kilometers, 200 million US dollars each."

"Smerch rocket launcher, cluster strike, 120 million US dollars per set."

Fu Haoran felt annoyed listening to this and raised his hand to interrupt: "General, these weapons take too long to deploy. I hope for something simpler and more brutal."

"It would be best if it could be hung directly on a fighter jet, and the power must be large enough."

General Valuev was a bit displeased.

You're even being picky.

General Valuev's face darkened. He stared at Fu Haoran for three seconds, then suddenly curled the corners of his mouth.

"Fine, you want simple and brutal, right?"

He turned around, strode to the innermost part of the warehouse, and kicked a grayish-green iron lump; the missile body emitted a dull echo.

"This, the FAB-3000 M-54 aerial bomb, equipped with a simple guidance kit and glide wings. It can be dropped once hung on a fighter jet, with an unpowered range of up to 60 kilometers."

"It has only one advantage: the explosive charge is sufficient, and the explosion power is equivalent to 1,400 kilograms of TNT."

"It can blast a crater 8 meters deep and 70 meters wide. Within this range, it guarantees that not a blade of grass will grow, and it can even blast through reinforced concrete fortifications!"

"Shrapnel within 260 meters can penetrate standard armor. It's effective for bombing clusters and tanks. If you want them, it's 1 million US dollars each, and I have as many as you want."

Without Valuev's explanation, Fu Haoran could see it too.

After all, can a bomb about the size of a pickup truck have small power?

The reason Valuev introduced it was purely to disgust Fu Haoran.

The arms market has always been a seller's market. It's not something you can buy just because you want to; it depends on whether the seller is willing to sell.

"If it weren't for the sake of Alexei and the money, would you even be worthy of seeing me?"

"Aren't you in a hurry? I'll make you anxious to death!" Valuev despised him in his heart.

"How many of these do you have? I want them all!"

"What?!" Valuev couldn't believe his ears.

Someone actually took a liking to this old antique?

"Are you sure?" Valuev had to ask to confirm.

"Yes." Fu Haoran answered quite definitely.

General Valuev was immediately extremely conflicted. This piece of junk was piled up in the warehouse by the tens of millions, and the modification cost was less than 100,000 US dollars. He quoted one million to discourage the person, but the other party actually paid.

He opened his mouth, wanting to go back on his word, but swallowed it back.

"Damn it, next time I should quote three million."

But Valuev couldn't go back on his word. He hardened his heart and said: "There are currently only 18 that have been modified; they can only be sold as a package."

"Fine." Fu Haoran transferred the money on the spot.

Seeing the transaction completed, Alexei immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

"I thought you were going to buy a killing weapon like the Sarmat; it turns out it's just this old antique."

"Even if those people like Jobs knew, they couldn't make an issue out of this."

He looked at Fu Haoran, his eyes filled with an indescribable complexity: "With me covering for him, he actually passed up the killing weapons and insisted on this old junk... but that's fine, I've fulfilled my promise."

...

The 18 FAB-3000s were transported onto trucks one by one by forklifts, the action swift and without any delay.

Of course, it was also thanks to the fact that these were "ancient relics" that no one cared about, which is why the stock preparation speed could be so astonishing.

Returning to the Warhammer World again, Fu Haoran had just stepped out of the teleportation point when Wade rushed over, sweating profusely:

"My Lord! The coalition forces have advanced to within 15 kilometers, and the gang's cannon fodder has already begun tentative attacks on the outskirts of the factory."

"What are you panicking for?" Fu Haoran said in a calm tone, pointing to the truck behind him. "I've brought the fireworks, just in time to welcome them."

Fu Haoran summoned Mechanicus Priest Kalen and instructed him:

"Father Karen, I hope you can mount all these bombs onto the Sky-Talon valkyrie gunship, as quickly as possible."

Father Karen saw the FAB-3000 and immediately frowned, refusing very bluntly: "Governor, I could not find any matching information in the archives."

"This is likely an illegal technological creation. Forgive me, but I cannot fulfill your request. Such behavior violates the tenets of the Adeptus Mechanicus and is also a blasphemy against the holy machine spirit of the omnissiah."

What's going on? We're at this critical moment, and you're letting me down?!

Fu Haoran was anxious on the spot. With his current forces, he simply couldn't hold out; the 18 bombs were his only hope.

If the valkyrie couldn't take off with them, everything would be empty talk!

But how was he supposed to persuade a rigid, dogmatic, and conservative Tech-Priest?!

Fu Haoran suddenly felt like he was trying to coax a serious little girl—there was simply no way to start.

He glanced at the surveillance screen.

15 kilometers away, the vanguard of the coalition forces had already completed their assembly.

There was no time to coax him anymore.