After Mude finished the burst shot, the deputy shouted to his subordinate six hundred meters away, "Check how many rings were hit."

The subordinate, hearing the deputy's voice through his earpiece six hundred meters away, took down the target and began counting how many bullets hit which rings out of the 38 rounds fired.

The H-3 automatic rifle's magazine holds a total of 38 rounds. As the subordinate counted, his eyes widened in disbelief. How could this be possible? The recoil... was so minimal, but the power was immense!

According to his years of experience observing targets, there were four bullets in the bullseye hitting the ten-ring, four in the nine-ring, six in the eight-ring, ten in the seven-ring, six in the six-ring, and eight in the five-ring.

All thirty-eight bullets hit the target, which was simply incredible. Last time, Mude hit thirty-five bullets with a gun developed by the Ji Family, which was already considered top-level skill at a distance of six hundred meters.

But this time, all thirty-eight bullets hit the target, and eight of them hit either the bullseye or the nine-ring. How could he not be astounded?

Moreover, to have fired thirty-eight consecutive shots, how small must the recoil be for Mude to hit the target with every shot during automatic fire?

Mude was a bit shocked himself because, based on the sound and wind speed of the bullets, he could roughly hear that the bullets were hitting the target, though he couldn't clearly tell which rings they hit.

The deputy, seeing that his subordinate hadn't responded for a while, shouted into his earpiece, "How many shots hit after all?"

The subordinate, snapping out of his shock at the deputy's words, quickly replied, "General, all thirty-eight shots hit. Four bullets in the ten-ring, four in the nine-ring, six in the eight-ring, ten in the seven-ring, six in the six-ring, eight in the five-ring..."

The deputy was dumbfounded upon hearing this. Even if Mude had outstanding skills and sharp eyesight, could he really hit the target with every bullet?

"Are you sure you didn't miscount?" the deputy asked in shock.

"No mistake..."

"Hao Ling, what do you think?" Mude lowered his gun and asked the deputy.

"General... Four bullets in the ten-ring, four in the nine-ring, six in the eight-ring, ten in the seven-ring, six in the six-ring, eight in the five-ring..."

"Clap, clap, clap!"

Ye Hao and Ran Tai started applauding. Ye Hao had known how many shots Mude hit even before the subordinate finished counting. He merely wanted Mude to witness the prowess of the H-3 personally.

"General Mude, excellent marksmanship," Ye Hao praised.

Mude, brought back to his senses by Ye Hao's words, skeptically asked his deputy beside him, "Hao Ling, are you sure all thirty-eight rounds hit?"

"Yes, General." Deputy Hao Ling nodded.

"Mr. Ye's Divine Artifact!" Mude, shocked, turned to Ye Hao.

"Haha, it's General Mude's great skill. If it were me shooting, hitting one target would be enough to make me laugh," Ye Hao laughed heartily.

"Mr. Ye, you're being modest. Honestly, are these weapons really your research?" Mude got to the point. If Ye Hao and his team truly developed these weapons, Mude would support Ye Hao, even at great risk, as it's all about money. Such good firearms could easily sell for twenty thousand RMB apiece based on market demand, or two hundred and seventy thousand if traded in rupees.

The Ji Family's weapons sold for fifteen thousand RMB each around here. With Ye Hao's more advanced ones, even at twenty-five thousand, there would still be takers, but based on market demand, the price would be around twenty thousand.

"Of course! We don't deal in second-hand merchandise. Everything is our own research," Ye Hao nodded with a smile.

"Mr. Ye, I support you. You're a talented person to have developed such weapons, but can they be mass-produced? After all, many warlords here need such advanced weapons!" Mude said.

"No problem, I consider General Mude as one of us, so I'll share a bit of news. I currently have ten thousand units of the H-3 model weapon," Ye Hao said with a smile.

"Really?" Mude asked eagerly, looking at Ye Hao.

"This is a gift for the General," Ye Hao smiled.

"What?" Stunned, Mude and his deputy were speechless, as were Zheng Guang and others. What was Ye Hao planning?

"I said, I have ten thousand of these guns to give to the General," Ye Hao repeated.

Ye Hao knew that without offering specific benefits, even though Mude hoped for Ye Hao's investment, he wouldn't be truly committed to it. If Ye Hao invested heavily without a strong backing, it would be like pouring money down the drain in Pakistan.

So, Ye Hao decided to go all out to ensure Mude stood firmly on their side, sharing both gains and losses.

"My boss..."

"Boss..."

Qin Qing and Ran Tai both exclaimed. It was all money, after all! Ye Hao was really spending extravagantly!

Ye Hao waved his hand to stop them from speaking.

"Mr. Ye, aren't you joking with Mude? My dear friend, Mude, my heart isn't good, and I can't handle excitement!" Mude's hands trembled with excitement. After all, with over ten thousand H-3s, it could completely revolutionize Pakistan's armed forces. Using money to buy them would require twenty-eight billion rupees, a substantial sum!

"I never joke with friends, but the question is whether General Mude considers me a friend," Ye Hao smiled.

"Of course! Mr. Ye, we are the best friends, the very best friends. My friend, I'm willing to share everything that is mine with you," Mude directly expressed his willingness to share everything with Ye Hao.

In Pakistan, this was a supreme honor, a promise of friendship and camaraderie between people.

"Haha, my dear brother Mude," Ye Hao also laughed heartily.

He thought to himself that he had paved the way with Mude, and the next step was to have his own men control Karachi. Being too reliant on Mude could potentially cause rifts or distance in their relationship over time.

So Ye Hao planned to have his own men take control of Karachi, so he wouldn't have to trouble Mude with everything.

As long as Mude supported him in major aspects like tourism and arms sales, that would be enough.

Although Ye Hao felt a twinge of pain giving away two hundred million worth of arms to Mude, he couldn't dwell on it if he wanted Mude's future support in his endeavors.

"Brother Ye," Mude stepped forward and gave Ye Hao a hug.

Afterward, Ye Hao hinted at intending to control Karachi, and Mude offered assistance.

Ye Hao, of course, didn't need Mude's help. He didn't want to owe favors by relying on others for everything... (To be continued. If you like this work, please visit Qidian (qidian.com) to vote for it with recommendations and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users, please read on m.qidian.com)

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