Chapter 51 - 51: Second Battalion Commander, Bring Me My C4 Explosives

In America, although there are no strict restrictions on firearms and many people grow up playing with guns, it is nothing compared to Mavi's unrestricted access to military-grade weapons. The difference is like night and day—they are simply not on the same level.

As the armored tank rumbled forward from a distance with an imposing presence, Mike, Allen, and the others couldn't help but swallow nervously. They watched as a T-90 tank steadily rolled to a stop in front of the trench. Then, the engine shut off, and a Russian instructor, dressed in camouflage, hurriedly climbed out of the tank.

The stark contrast between the instructor's panicked demeanor and the tank's imposing presence was almost comical.

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