Tarta asked very seriously, but the middle-aged man's face showed some displeasure. After a moment of silence, he whispered: "What do you mean by 'exciting'?"
Tarta snapped his fingers and said: "Small in size, big in power. There's just a few of us, but many people we need to deal with, so we need powerful weapons."
The middle-aged man looked troubled but eventually nodded with some apprehension, saying: "We have it..."
"Oh? You really have it? What kind of stuff?"
Tarta was intrigued, while the middle-aged man replied somewhat unnaturally: "We have VX here."
Gao Yang, who was fiddling with his gun, immediately perked up his ears, staring at the middle-aged man, while Tarta excitedly said: "VX? Suitcase, shell, or rocket?"
The middle-aged man showed some concern, subconsciously stepping back and frowning: "Suitcase, as well as three-pound rocket, the Iron Fist 3 rocket launcher uses 110 mm oversized rockets, with a dispersal radius of twenty-five meters."
