Five months ago, President of the United States Herbert Hoover signed the famous "Smoot-Hawley Tariff Act".
Subsequently, countries began to retaliate, and the global trade war officially broke out.
After that, the world economy teetered on the brink of collapse.
The more chaotic the times, the more rampant the smuggling business became.
Two months ago, countless smuggling fleets began to cross the Atlantic, shuttling between the United States and Europe.
On some unnamed little island in the Atlantic.
John Block sat on a deck chair, holding a bottle of rum, beside him was a pile of firearms arranged with AK47s, and boxes upon boxes of bullets and shells piled up there.
"This is the fucking life!"
John Block took a swig of rum that wasn't particularly tasty and shouted happily.
Behind him were rows of military personnel dressed in uniforms not belonging to any country's army on Earth.
They were fully armed with the world's most advanced individual combat weapons.
