Super Zoo-Chapter 471 - 466 Great Forest Zoo

The most frustrated one was Ludmila herself.

Behind Moran International was the Russian Government; having had experience as a secret agent in the General Staff, she was well aware of the real relationship between Russia and Huaxia. In the age of cold weapons, the strategy was to form distant alliances and attack nearby enemies, but with the advent of long-range strike weapons, it appeared that Russia and Huaxia shared a subtle strategic alliance, and the upper echelons would never permit a severe conflict to occur.

Furthermore, Suming and his companions were ultimately her current employers, guests of the Huawei Hotel, and also current clients of Moran International.

Therefore, no matter how temperamental she was or how violent her character, she would never really harm Suming. The little handshake trick just now was only intended to embarrass the young man who seemed meek and delicate; unexpectedly, he was nowhere near as fragile as he appeared and almost crushed her hand instead.

As for the "mysterious Eastern martial arts," Ludmila didn’t take it seriously at all. What are martial arts? Only those that kill can be called martial arts, and in this regard, secret agents from both Huaxia and Russia never believed in the existence of "hidden civilian masters."

"What are you looking at? Get back to work!" Ludmila, having swallowed a silent defeat, glared fiercely at the surrounding employees of Moran Company, puffed up her chest, and clomped in her high-topped military boots towards the opposite arsenal, "Come on, let’s see what weapons you need!"

Suming and Zhao Yun exchanged glances, shook their heads, chuckled together, and strode after her.

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The arsenal was filled mostly with semi-automatic rifles and handguns, with rows of M16s, AKs, and ACRs, and even a massive Gatling cannon in the showcase, and several grenades—which were not for sale. Suming and his party could only buy semi-automatic rifles at most, and this was only because Iraq was currently in a wartime period. In different circumstances and times, without gun permits, they wouldn’t be able to purchase even military daggers.

While rifles are powerful, carrying them openly on the street is too conspicuous and can invite unwanted attention. In the end, each person in Suming’s group chose a Colt .45 caliber automatic handgun. This classic model had served for over 70 years, was easy to handle, had low recoil, was very suitable for beginners, had an extremely low malfunction rate, and could adapt to various environments such as wetlands and deserts, proving to be very durable.

Durability, extremely important in the harsh natural environment of Iraq.

Nangong Huang insisted on selecting a Desert Eagle, but even after being advised against it by Zhao Yun, he wouldn’t listen. Suming chuckled, let Ludmila take him to the shooting range, but before a magazine was empty, Nangong Huang came back, massaging his numb wrist, and obediently followed suit in choosing a Colt.

The Desert Eagle indeed had tremendous power, but its formidable recoil was too much for the average person to handle unless you were face to face and pressed against the opponent’s body, making it very hard to hit a target otherwise.

"You can’t handle this thing without strong wrists," Ludmila taunted Nangong Huang and then turned to look at Suming curiously, asking, "But you should be able to control it; why didn’t you choose it?"

"Under normal circumstances, I can handle problems with my bare hands, and guns are just a precaution. Whatever I use doesn’t really matter," Suming replied with a pretentious look. What a joke—his ’Asian Elephant’ strength orb only lasted a few minutes; once the strength ebbed away, he too couldn’t handle the Desert Eagle.

Showing off that can be seen through is just showing off. If it can’t be seen through, then that’s true badassery. Ludmila had no clue about Suming’s true situation; Suming’s display of strength had secretly shocked the former female agent. Seeing Suming’s unconcerned manner, Ludmila couldn’t help but give him a few more looks.

The three guns and a number of bullets weren’t expensive. Suming was also preparing to hire a few bodyguards, but when Ludmila heard they were going to "buy animals," she actually took the initiative to volunteer herself.

"I also really like animals, especially bears! Polar Bears! Being your bodyguards is just an excuse to visit the zoo," Ludmila said, arms folded as she spoke to Suming.

What was going on? She was the supervisor, not a front-line warrior; there was no reason for her to take the initiative. Suming was bewildered. He discussed it with Zhao Yun in Yangchuan City’s local dialect for a moment. Zhao Yun said with a smile that these mercenaries all admire the strong. You impressed her yesterday, and maybe after you subdued her today, she’s taken a liking to you even more.

Zhao Yun was merely speaking without having to take any responsibility. Ludmila wasn’t a masochist. How could she possibly fancy someone after being taught a lesson? Liking animals might be a reason, but from her eyes, Suming always felt that this foreign girl might just be looking for an opportunity to settle the score from earlier.

Nevertheless, having a powerful female commando tagging along was both pleasing to the eye and an extra layer of security. It wasn’t a bad thing at all, and the cost wasn’t high—just six hundred US Dollars a day. At worst, after going to the zoo, he’d absorb a few more energy orbs and completely crush any thoughts Ludmila might harbor.

At half past ten in the morning, the group finally left the hotel. Ludmila drove a fearsome armed off-road vehicle, flying the Russian flag and the Moran Company’s logo, racing all the way to the first zoo.

’Great Forest Zoo’—the name was quite common; it was a small-scale private zoo. Numerous small private zoos like this exist abroad. A few years ago, Ang Lee made a film where the protagonist’s family owned a zoo, taking a large group of animals across the ocean and encountering a shipwreck.

"Oh, Mr. Adnan, you’ve finally arrived!"

The zoo’s owner, an old man in his fifties, led Suming and the rest into the zoo. No guidance was really necessary; the zoo’s large iron gate had already fallen in an explosion, and half of the surrounding wall had collapsed. One could see everything inside the zoo from the outside.

In a park of two or three acres, a dozen or so large iron cages were piled under the shade of a big tree in a corner, providing just enough shelter from the direct shine of the scorching sun. Most of the cages were empty, with less than half containing animals.

"Is... is this a hyena?" Nangong Huang asked skeptically, pointing to an animal not much larger than a dog, with disheveled fur and so skinny that its ribs were protruding.

Suming recognized it at once—it was not a hyena but a jaguar!

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It wasn’t just the jaguar that was emaciated beyond recognition; the other animals in the cages were also in a sorry state. A few kangaroos, skinny like sticks, were lying side by side; an antelope was missing its horns; two baboons had gone completely bald, squatting in their cages like begging old men, looking pitiful as they stared at Suming...

The most pitiful was a lion. It lay there, its body completely devoid of flesh, to the extent that from the front, its huge head completely blocked its body from view; you could only see its head, which looked quite ridiculous.

But from the side, it wasn’t funny at all. The lion was so gaunt that only a skeleton remained, with skin tightly stretched over its bones. One of its hind legs was crippled, missing a section of its paw. The wound was fresh, and the broken edge was so dry that not even blood could ooze out, only a layer of pus, with several flies buzzing around the wound.

Predatory animals rarely show emotion in their eyes. In Yangchuan City Zoo, wolves, lions, tigers, including the Yangtze alligators, never showed signs of familiarity in front of Suming; at best, they appeared indifferent and not ferocious.

But now, even Nangong Huang could see that the lion’s eyes revealed absolute despair.