The next day, 9:30 AM.
The phone in the living room of the villa where Anton Lie was at rang.
"Hello."
"I'm Christine. Is Mr. Anton awake? I want to invite him to have breakfast and go fishing.”
"Yes, our young master has woken up. You can come in an hour.”
"Okay, I got it. Tell Mr. Anton that I will be there on time.”
He hung up the phone.
Kristen's expression changed from a smile to a gloomy one.
The reason was simple.
It was because he felt that he was being looked down upon.
He was the Minister of Finance of a beautiful country, but he had to listen to a little girl.
He had to arrive at the time she told him to, but he could not refute her.
Because through the simple interaction yesterday, Christine could tell.
The woman who followed Anton Lie was not ordinary.
Sometimes, Anton Lie would ask for her opinion.
Now it seemed that…
She should be one of Anton Lie's staff, responsible for giving him advice.
Otherwise, there was no way to explain why Anton Lie would listen to a young woman to arrange all kinds of affairs.
On the other side.
After putting down the phone, Polina went to the balcony.
"Young Master, Christine called just now. He wants to have breakfast with you and go fishing.”
"Breakfast? Did an old man like him sleep that much? Why is it that my old man only needs five to six hours a day? By the time he had breakfast with me, I would have starved to death.”
Anton rolled his eyes.
It was already 9:30 in the morning.
He usually had breakfast at seven in the morning in the Far East.
As for fishing.
It was a project that only people of his old man's age liked.
Young people would have to ride a bear in the snow or hunt wild boars with a big sniper rifle.
It seems that it is comparable to our Far East.
Your Beautiful Country is still a little weak.
No wonder we Far Easterners are known as the fighting race. The games we play are all for real men.
In that case…
Then I'll let you see how a man of the fighting nation negotiated.
"
Polina, go get me a big sniper rifle."”
"Big... Big sniper?" Polina was confused.
"I want to try out their big sniper rifle. I heard that they have a sniper rifle called the Barrett M90 sniper rifle.”
"Yes, I understand. I'll go now.”
After hearing this arrangement.
Polina didn't know why her young master suddenly made such a request.
However, he still fulfilled his Young Master's request immediately.
Half an hour later.
Two guards walked in with two suitcases.
One of the suitcases contained a Barrett M90 sniper rifle.
The other suitcase was filled with bullets for the Barrett M90 sniper rifle.
After spending a few minutes to install the Barrett M90 sniper rifle.
He looked at this sniper rifle that was filled with the aesthetics of violence.
Dong Lie's hand couldn't help but feel itchy.
Therefore, he aimed the gun at a tree in the distance and gently pulled the trigger.
"Bang!"
A violent sound rang out.
The tree in the distance was blasted open like an explosion.
"As expected of the Barrett. Its power is indeed not to be underestimated. However, compared to the 23mm sniper cannon of our Far East, it's nothing.”
Hearing this.
The guards at the side silently glanced at the Barrett M90 sniper rifle beside them and could not help but feel aggrieved for it.
Young Master.
This wasn't the way to compare the performance of armaments.
The Barrett M90 sniper rifle was at least within the range of a sniper rifle.
However, the 3mm sniper rifle in the Far East is actually just what we call the sniper rifle.
In fact, it could no longer be called a sniper rifle.
It should be called a sniper cannon.
According to the world's weapon classification, weapons with a caliber of more than 20mm were considered small-caliber cannons, not shooting weapons.
Now, you're using our Far East sniper cannon to compete with other people's sniper rifles.
Wasn't this bullying?
However, this was something that could not be helped.
After all, the Far East's military development was different from others.
Far East Development had always pursued one principle.
The caliber was justice, the turret was truth, the range was justice, and the power was democratism.
As for the rest…
I'm sorry.
I don't understand.
.....
An hour later.
As promised, Kristen arrived at the resort where Anthony was staying.
The moment he got out of the car.
The agent from the Security Bureau who was in charge of patrolling around the resort hotel immediately walked to his side.
"Just now, Anton brought in a Barrett M90 sniper rifle from outside and fired a shot about ten minutes ago.”
"Hmm? He was…What are you doing with that thing?"
Upon hearing the name Barrett M90 sniper rifle, Kristen was shocked.
No, it wasn't.
You came to Beautiful Country to invest and do business, alright?
Why are you doing that for no reason?
Do you feel insecure, or have you never seen such a thing before?
In terms of security.
Currently, the entire resort hotel, including Anton Lie's own men, had at least five hundred people guarding it 24(7.
It was impossible for anyone to enter the resort hotel under their noses.
Therefore, there was no problem of feeling insecure.
As for saying that he had never seen it before…
Forget it.
Do you think I believe you?
No one has seen a weapon as powerful as the Barrett's 90 sniper rifle.
How could you, Anton Lie, not have seen it before?
Not to mention the Barrett M90 sniper rifle.
Even if it was a huge treasure that could destroy the world and make a small country tremble in fear, he must have seen it before.
"How could you let him put that thing in there? Is this a joke?" Christine gritted his teeth and said angrily.
"I... There's no way we can stop them. If we don't let them get that thing in, what if the person inside gets angry and leaves to return to the Far East?”
"Trash, what's the use of having you?”
After cursing the agent beside him, Kristen glanced at the villa not far away.
In the end, he could only brace himself and walk into the resort hotel.
Alright then.
It could only be said that the second generation of the Ivanov family really knew how to play.
Other people who came to the beautiful country to talk about cooperation with the Central Plains were all well-behaved, afraid that they would do something wrong.
But this person was different.
The Barrett M90 sniper rifle was clearly not available on the market.
In the end, this person could even get it from the black market.
He even moved to the resort hotel and fired a shot.
It was as if he was afraid that he did not know about this matter.
Thinking of this…
Christine couldn't help but feel a headache coming on.
As expected, it was tiring to deal with people who did not follow the rules.
What was this ancestor thinking of writing…
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