Xia Zixin remained remarkably naive and failed to discern Captain Zhao's underlying implications.
"Very well," she exclaimed with a gleeful nod.
"My father has made a multitude of guns and weaponry," she disclosed.
"I usually play by myself. I am delighted that others can finally play with me," Xia Zixin exclaimed.
Captain Zhao exhaled in relief. "That's perfectly fine!"
"Let's start playing!
"What are we going to play with?"
Xia Zixin hopped to the wall and gave it a gentle pat. It triggered the transformation of the training ground into an extended corridor that was flanked by warehouses.
It closely resembled the warehouse that housed the Desert Eagle. Remarkably, there were over fifty of these warehouses!
When he took in the sheer numbers of the warehouses, Captain Zhao turned ashen.
His heartbeat raced again.
He couldn't suppress his curiosity. "Xia Zixin, are these warehouses exclusively reserved for firearms?"
Anxiety rippled through the group as all eyes turned toward Xia Zixin.
With a smile and a nod, Xia Zixin confirmed it. "Of course, they're all filled with guns and more guns!"
Saa and Mr. Wang exchanged incredulous glances. Their mouths suddenly ran dry.
Words couldn't encapsulate the sheer astonishment they felt.
Fifty-plus warehouses, all housing firearms.
They could start a war from this house!
Was Xia Qi trying to collect Pokemons?!
Likewise, the viewers were just as shocked.
"This is madness!"
"This makes the Desert Eagles look like a bad joke."
"Is there an alien army here?!"
"I feel like I've just unlocked an Easter Egg of Real-life 2.0!"
Xia Zixin noted everyone's expression. She asked curiously, "You guys, why are you so confused?"
"It's nothing, I was just mightily impressed." Saa managed to muster a smile.
"Did your father personally craft all the firearms within these warehouses?"
Xia Zixin nodded with a smile. "Yes!
"Each firearm here is a product of my father's own craftsmanship!
"My father is truly amazing!"
Saa rubbed his temples in exasperation.
Without a doubt, Xia Qi's prowess was undeniable.
He could arm a small nation with this.
Captain Zhao chuckled wryly. "He's certainly impressive.
"Let's go get a closer look at them."
Xia Zixin nodded affirmatively.
She led everyone to the entrance of the first warehouse.
The moment her forehead touched the door, it obediently retracted and slid open.
Nothing could have prepared them for the view.
The viewers erupted with excitement.
"My god, a Glock pistol!"
"This brings back memories. During my CS days, I often dominated using a Glock!"
"Unbelievable, this is utterly remarkable!"
"Look, that's a Glock 17 pistol. Effective range of fifty meters. The American cops really love it!"
"Why would you even remember that?"
"Don't you recognize his name? He's a firearms content creator!"
"Whoa, seriously!?"
The Firearms Maestro had gained notoriety as a troll on a military enthusiast forum.
His profound expertise and proclivity for confrontations earned him widespread recognition.
With the advent of short videos and live streaming, he migrated from the forum to a short video platform. Frequently employing images to educate his followers, he occasionally hosted live broadcasts to sell military rations, which became quite popular among his fans.
Captain Zhao appraised the Glock pistols within the warehouse. His heart raced erratically.
An unknowing observer could easily mistake this place as an American military base.
He turned to regard Xia Zixin's innocent smile as his headache intensified.
An idea dawned on him.
"Captain Zhao, why don't you verify if these are genuine firearms?" Saa suggested quietly as he approached.
Captain Zhao nodded in agreement.
He casually selected a Glock pistol and meticulously examined it. Then, he tested the trigger a few times near his ear.
"Yeap!" He nodded in Saa's direction. "They're all real!
"Unless I'm mistaken, this should be a Glock 17 pistol."
Upon hearing this, the viewers once more burst into excitement.
"Wow, The Firearms Maestro is amazing!"
"The Firearms Maestro is a longtime enthusiast. I'm not surprised."
"The Firearms Maestro, the military rations I procured from your last livestream have exceeded their shelf life. Might I request a refund?"
"I possess only a modicum of knowledge on the matter. There's still so much for me to learn!
"To the individual querying about military rations, it's evident you lack comprehension. We subsist on military rations year-round while often consuming expired ones. Unexpired rations aren't as palatable, so returns are untenable. We endure potential stomach discomfort for the sake of flavor..."
After testing one firearm, Captain Zhao proceeded to assess another.
"Xia Qi has some serious quality control."
Captain Zhao voiced his bemusement.
However... The Firearms Maestro was dumbfounded by Captain Zhao's approach.
Were these indeed genuine firearms?
No sound accompanied the process of loading or chambering rounds. Only a faint sound accompanied the discharge.
Was this some sort of prank?
He had initially intended to showcase his prowess during the live broadcast and gain more followers.
Yet, in this instance, silence reigned.
What was there left for him to say?
He decided to remain out of the limelight for now and await an opportune moment to resurface.
Captain Zhao directed his gaze at Xia Zixin. "Xia Zixin, has your father modified this Glock pistol as well?"
Xia Zixin nodded with a smile.
"It's almost as good with the Desert Eagle. After all, the original gun is weaker than the original Desert Eagle!"
Xia Zixin appeared to be slightly bored after saying that.
It was hard for anything to match up to the Desert Eagle.
After thinking about it, she turned to Captain Zhao. "Mr. Zhao, the ninth floor is boring.
"Why don't we go to the eighth floor? It's so interesting there!"
Captain Zhao felt goosebumps travelling down his spine.
How much more interesting could things get?!