Mercenary's War

Tarta asked very seriously, but the middle-aged man’s face showed some displeasure. After a moment of silence, he whispered: "What do you mean by ’exciting’?"

Tarta snapped his fingers and said: "Small in size, big in power. There’s just a few of us, but many people we need to deal with, so we need powerful weapons."

The middle-aged man looked troubled but eventually nodded with some apprehension, saying: "We have it..."

"Oh? You really have it? What kind of stuff?" 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝚠𝚎𝚋𝗻𝗼𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝚘𝐦

Tarta was intrigued, while the middle-aged man replied somewhat unnaturally: "We have VX here."

Gao Yang, who was fiddling with his gun, immediately perked up his ears, staring at the middle-aged man, while Tarta excitedly said: "VX? Suitcase, shell, or rocket?"

The middle-aged man showed some concern, subconsciously stepping back and frowning: "Suitcase, as well as three-pound rocket, the Iron Fist 3 rocket launcher uses 110 mm oversized rockets, with a dispersal radius of twenty-five meters."

Tarta, looking fanatical, said: "And the suitcase? What about the suitcase?"

"Suitcase, hmm, this has much greater power, containing ten kilograms of liquid VX, secondary dispersal, cluster bombs type, dispersal radius can reach around one hundred and fifty meters, if the bullets fail to disperse, it can detonate a second time, with a dispersal radius of fifty meters, you can clear out a football field in three minutes. You don’t really want to use it, do you?"

Tarta said nonchalantly: "You shouldn’t tell me if you don’t want me to use it. So, how many suitcases do you have?"

The middle-aged man almost cried, whispering: "Three, only three, all of Italy has just these three. It’s not Cold War time anymore, I don’t know why they placed these things here, maybe someone put them here and forgot about them. I’m asking, you don’t really plan to use them, do you?"

Gao Yang understood and immediately shouted: "No, we won’t use them!"

Tarta shrugged and said: "You’re too timid."

Gao Yang said: "I’m not timid, I absolutely don’t want Satan to become a terrorist organization, nor do I want to kill friends. Come on, think about it, a VX suitcase, it can kill tens of thousands of people, it’s on the same level as a suitcase nuke. Do you want the whole world to hunt us down?"

What is VX?

VX is a nerve agent, yes, it’s a chemical weapon, the most potent kind, currently known as the world’s most formidable chemical weapon.

Tarta wiped his hands and said: "A bit unfortunate, you’re too timid, the idea that a suitcase chemical weapon can kill tens of thousands is definitely exaggerated, killing thousands is hard."

Gao Yang just looked at Tarta, who waved his hand and said: "Forget it, I just feel unrestricted at the moment, since you don’t want to use it, you decide."

Gao Yang breathed a sigh of relief and said: "Even if we all die in Rome, we cannot use that thing, because once it’s used, it’s not just our business anymore, it will implicate many people. I can’t be so selfish."

Gao Yang was right; Grand Ivan is deeply involved in this matter. If he dares to use VX, Grand Ivan cannot escape either, meaning that regardless of how Satan might use it, Grand Ivan would definitely face the fate of becoming a world enemy.

Tarta waved both hands in front of him and said: "Then forget it. Don’t you think it’s a pity? If we really encounter an unsolvable situation, we could easily resolve everything with VX."

After speaking, Tarta leaned closer to Gao Yang, without worrying about being overheard, and said loudly: "This opportunity is rare; other than here, you can’t get VX rockets anywhere; your friend won’t have them either, because this batch is a KGB special, very limited. Think it through, miss this chance, and you’ll never get it again. If I were you, even if not using them, I’d take them away!"

The middle-aged man’s face looked extremely grim and he whispered: "Everything else is fine, losing things like this, it’s hard to handle. Seriously, if you don’t need them, don’t take them."

Tarta chuckled and said: "Then you shouldn’t have told me."

The middle-aged man was crestfallen and said: "I didn’t want to say it, but forget it, do as you please."

Gao Yang licked his lips and said: "How many rockets do you have here?"

"Eight, only eight, really only eight."

Gao Yang looked at Tarta, slowly nodding his head, and whispered: "Rare opportunity, don’t use them but keep them."

Tarta waved his hand and said: "Keep the suitcase for you, take out the rockets, and give us a launcher as well."

The middle-aged man sighed, looking helpless and said: "Okay, I’ll bring them to you, but please remember, absolutely do not implicate us, or it could trigger a nightmare of a world war."

Tarta impatiently said: "You don’t need to teach me that. What else do you have that’s usable, usable and good stuff."

The middle-aged man whispered: "Aside from regular weapons, there’s hypnotic gas grenades, just smoke grenades with a strong hypnotic effect, taking effect in about three minutes, no residue after, undetectable, can be handheld or launched with an M203 grenade launcher, smoke time is a bit short, but pretty effective in enclosed spaces."

Gao Yang replied happily: "This is good, we can use more of these."

The middle-aged man numbly nodded and said: "Okay, can you carry so many things?"

Tarta retorted: "Of course not, prepare two cars for us."

The middle-aged man numbly nodded, he was a bit overwhelmed.

Nothing else worth mentioning, all conventional weapons, nothing like VX that frightens the enemy and terrifies those associated with it. Once everything was packed in large bags or wooden boxes, the middle-aged man looked like he was sending off a plague, hurriedly getting people to personally load them onto the car.

Two cars were prepared for Gao Yang and them: a small Fiat hatchback, and a small cargo van. After helping move the belongings onto the car, the middle-aged man said: "The cars are stolen; you’d better change them quickly, my job is done, don’t see me again."

After saying this, the man supplying the arms made a hasty retreat through the door, shutting it behind him, refusing to appear again.

Hammer then finally said: "Why? We can manage suitcase chemical weapons? Why? What exactly happened?"

Tarta lazily said: "Baskov."

Hammer looked astonished and said: "That traitor?"

Tarta shrugged and said: "The captain said not to call him that anymore. Baskov helped us get these."

Hammer expressed dissatisfaction and said: "Even if not mentioning it, he is a traitor, but I won’t say it anymore."

Mumbling to himself, Hammer looked around and said: "I have to find a hardware store; I need to buy a hammer. Hey, Tarta, I’m here, do you still know how to use a hammer? Are you okay with it?"