I Modify Guns in the Middle East and Become a Legend

In a certain Middle Eastern country, in the most remote corner of the black market, stood a shabby shop with a wooden sign reading “Scrap Metal Recycling.” The shelves were packed with rusty AKs, an M16 with a blown barrel, and shotguns with their barrels snapped off. Passing mercenaries would spit and sneer, “You call this a weapons shop?” Chen Mo didn’t even look up. “What kind of gun do you want?” “One that can pierce a level-four bulletproof vest.” “I’ve got one. Give me three days.” Everyone thought he was a lunatic who collected junk. Until one day, a mercenary commander tossed him a list: thirty-seven custom weapons, due in seven days. Chen Mo glanced at it. “These guns won’t be enough.” The commander laughed. “What does a scrap collector know about guns?” Chen Mo said nothing. He picked up the old gun on the table that everyone considered junk, stripped it down in ten seconds, put it back together in ten seconds, loaded it, and pulled the trigger at the window. Eight hundred meters away, the bullet hit the bullseye. The smile froze on the commander’s face. Three days later, the entire mercenary world was in an uproar. That “scrap collector” could turn a makeshift rifle into a sniper rifle and transform a decommissioned AK into a monster that could pierce armor. He didn’t sell guns. He sold “the soul of a gun.” But no one knew that his arrival in the Middle East had never been an accident.