"Ratatatatata!"
In the boundless ocean, short and rapid gunshots suddenly rang out, the sea surface frothing like boiling water before quickly returning to silence.
"Boss, the guns work fine."
Sergey's subordinate casually tossed the two AK rifles back into the box and turned to report to his elder brother.
"Captain, the money is all good," Hans' subordinate had finished counting the money and stood up to report to his superior.
"Very well," Hans nodded and turned with a smile to extend his hand to Sergey, "Pleasure doing business."
"Pleasure," Sergey agreed, shaking hands and patting his shoulder, "Once we open up the market here, you'll need to supply us long-term."
"Ah, Sergey, how long have you been out of the army? Have you forgotten our country lacks everything but guns? All the units are just worried about finding buyers, otherwise, they wouldn't bother with your small business," Hans joked, playfully punching him in the chest.
