I Handle Logistics for Old Li, and the Japanese Are So Scared They Want to Call the Police

Liu Xuan is a merchant who travels between two worlds. His warehouse is stacked with equipment orders Li Yunlong paid for with antique calligraphy and paintings. From AKs to heavy machine guns, tanks to drones, rocket artillery to... Li Yunlong took a swig of sweet-potato liquor. “Brother Liu, can you get me one of those thermobaric bombs?” Liu Xuan’s hand trembled. “You think it’s a firecracker?” “What about a fuel-air bomb?” The brigade commander’s voice crackled over the comms: “Li Yunlong, congratulations on getting rich!” Liu Xuan silently pressed Send. On the screen, five hundred Wing Loong-2 drones were unfolding their wings. Blue Star’s industrial powers had worked through the night to fulfill the customer’s request: the drones had to carry grenades made in the border region and be transportable by unicycle. Wholesale trade between two worlds, supporting Drawing Sword. I’m making a killing. Watching the sky vanish beneath a swarm of drones, the enemy regiment commander quietly called headquarters. “Hello, put me through to headquarters... I want to report this.”