"Big brother, I will immediately mobilize forces to check who is troubling sister-in-law," said Judge. Lin Hai was very pleased with this; Judge was always decisive and understood him very well.
"Big brother, about the other bounty on your head, should we take care of it now?" Judge's tone was filled with intense killing intent when he spoke this sentence.
In Judge's mind, no one who dared to mess with Lin Hai would be let go, even if it meant chasing them across the world to exact vengeance.
"No need, the other party is just a small playboy. Give it some time, and his anger will probably subside. I just want to live a few peaceful and comfortable days right now," Lin Hai said with a smile. He had never taken people like Xiao Jiba seriously.
"I get it, big brother, don't worry, nothing will happen to sister-in-law," Judge assured.
Lin Hai nodded, gave Judge a few more instructions, then hung up the phone, shaking his head. He just wanted to lead a quiet life like an ordinary person, and took this opportunity to stay in Huaxia for a few years to see if he could discover his origins.
"By the way, big brother, the upgraded Metal Storm was completed before you left," Judge spoke again.
Lin Hai's eyes lit up immediately upon hearing this.
Metal Storm is actually a weapon, but it has a theoretical firing rate of up to 16,000 rounds per second, making it one of the top high-tech products among the world's weapons.
Men basically tend to love three things—women, exotic cars, and weapons—and Lin Hai was no exception.
"Big brother, the modified Metal Storm is now a 12-barrel micro personal weapon. It's convenient to carry, comes with specially made small caliber blood groove bullets, and can fire 280 bullets in 40 milliseconds, reducing a door to smithereens. To others' ears, it sounds like only one shot was fired."
Lin Hai swallowed hard once more upon hearing Judge's introduction—it was truly like a Divine Artifact.
"What a great piece of gear."
"It's a pity that it's so expensive to make. The whole construction requires special materials to withstand the high-intensity shooting. Even making the rifling takes over a thousand processes. A weapon like this costs tens of millions of US dollars to make, and each bullet costs ten US dollars," Judge said again.
Lin Hai couldn't help but gasp upon hearing this—sh*t, with one weapon able to instantly fire 280 bullets, that's like 2,800 US dollars gone in a flash. This isn't just shooting; it's burning money.
If you give this kind of thing to an ordinary assassin, after a big battle, you wouldn't need to worry about shooting anymore. You would go straight to bankruptcy and head home to play video games.
"Cough cough, give me two. I'll use them as my trump card and be careful with them at critical moments," Lin Hai sighed helplessly.
"Big brother, I made ten in total. I'll use a special method to send them to you later."
Lin Hai almost spat out a mouthful of blood—ten of them, that's like a hundred million US dollars! What an outrageous waste, Metal Storm or rather sh*t, a money-burning storm!
The next morning, Lin Hai found Ouyang Xiaoya getting up earlier than he expected. He originally thought that, being the cat's whiskers as a beautiful CEO, she would be the type to sleep until she woke up naturally and be extremely concerned about her appearance and maintenance.
"Hi, wife~" Lin Hai, wearing only boxer shorts and bare-chested, cigarette in mouth, sat there and greeted Ouyang Xiaoya with a smile.
"Shut up! I forbid you to call me wife again!" Ouyang Xiaoya said angrily. She got angry first thing in the morning; this guy really was her bane.
"Uh... why?" Lin Hai blinked and asked.
"Because it makes me sick. Lin Hai, perhaps you don't understand this feeling because we are not from the same world at all. Your social circle and mine are completely different," Ouyang Xiaoya said with a hint of disgust in her eyes.
In her view, Lin Hai probably grew up mingling in society's underbelly, among all sorts of people, and probably picked up quite a few bad habits.
And herself? Raised with tender care from childhood, she interacted with the upper class society. If not for an accident, she would never cross paths with someone like Lin Hai in her life.
"Hehe, then I won't call you wife from now on," Lin Hai said indifferently with a light smile.
Ouyang Xiaoya felt her words had stung Lin Hai, but she didn't feel any guilt, because what she said was true. Her everyday life was something Lin Hai could never imagine.
She could spend hundreds of thousands with one shopping trip, dealing with clients and friends who were educated elites, where her social circle consisted of the rich and powerful. Though Ouyang Xiaoya didn't care for such things, she felt that she had nothing in common with Lin Hai.
"Wife, then what should I call you?" asked Lin Hai with a mischievous grin, apparently unconcerned about Ouyang Xiaoya's words just now.
"Call me whatever you like, but, you are absolutely not allowed to call me wife anymore," Ouyang Xiaoya warned.
"Alright, from now on I won't call you wife, my fiancée," Lin Hai said, lighting a cigarette with a smile.
Ouyang Xiaoya was thoroughly speechless with this guy.
Soon, Ouyang Xiaoya who had prepared breakfast came out of the kitchen with two cups of milk, several slices of bread, and some caviar.
"Wow, my fiancée, I didn't see it coming, the breakfast you prepared is quite exquisite," Lin Hai said with a slight smile, eagerly picking up a slice of bread and eating it with relish, even making humming sounds.
"No class," Ouyang Xiaoya coldly snorted, pushing a cup of milk towards Lin Hai, and said, "Drink it."
Lin Hai blinked, smiling and said, "Wow... uh, my dear fiancée, you really are good to me, haha."