Chapter 47: Preparing to Purchase Warships

  Nestorovich, a Russian now living in Ukraine but with South African nationality. He is 48 years old this year, tall and fat, his feet shaking the ground as he walks, unable to go more than a hundred meters without stopping to rest and catch his breath. Gu Yu felt that he was about to collapse at any moment, ready to meet God.

  After receiving a phone call from Chakley on the street, Guo Yu took a plane to Kiev, the capital of Ukraine. At the airport, he was picked up by a young Chinese man and taken to a Russian-style mansion in the suburbs of Kiev, where he met with the arms dealer Nesterovich.

  "Mr. Guo, welcome to Kiev, Ukraine, it's a great place, you'll like it here, have a cigar." Nesterovich extended his fat hand and handed Guo Yu a Havana cigar. The two men skillfully cut the cigar tail, toasted the fragrant smoke, lit it with a long match, sucked it into their mouths, turned it around once, and then puffed out through their noses, both savoring the process of smoking cigars.

  "Nestorovich, you know why I'm here. I hope to get a satisfactory answer from you. I want to buy warships, but I don't know if it's possible." Gu Yu still didn't know whether he could buy these big guys, after all, he was just an antique dealer and it was difficult for him to be recognized in the arms dealers' circle.

  "Heh heh, you want everyone to know? That's not easy. What do you plan to use it for? Are you an agent of some power or a broker for some country? If it's to oppose a major nation, I'll have a hard time doing it." Nesterovich's chubby face squeezed out a hint of difficulty, but Gu Yu didn't know if it was genuine or just to raise the price. It seems that buying the warship temporarily is not easy.

  After taking two puffs of his cigar, Nestorovich stopped to cough twice and catch his breath. Gu Yu looked on with concern, worried that he might just drop dead like this.

  "Mr. Nestorovich, you don't look very well, please take care of yourself, can you talk to me for a bit?" Gu Yu couldn't think of any other way, so he came up with another idea.

  "Thank you, my friend. I'm glad to have your concern. I'm too fat, but it's not because of eating too much, it's a disease, obesity. It makes me gain weight uncontrollably and comes with many other diseases that are stuck on me, coronary heart disease, high blood pressure, high cholesterol, asthma, shortness of breath... there are just too many problems."

  After taking two deep breaths, he continued: "Oh God, I don't even know when I'll go see the Lord myself, you know? Since I got this illness, it's been six years since I've touched a woman. I'm only 48, I'm still young. Look at me, now I can barely find my little brother down there. Poor little guy, even when I pee, someone has to lift up my belly to find him."

  Kuo Yu looked at Nestorovich's waistline, which was almost two meters long, and felt sorry for his little brother, who usually had to huddle under that dark and sunless belly.

  "I thought with your financial resources, you could get medical treatment anywhere in the world. How is it that there's no hospital that can treat this?" Guo Yu was also curious - if it wasn't cancer or AIDS, why couldn't it be cured?

  "Yes, I've searched the world's top hospitals, but they're all helpless because my illness is caused by genetic inheritance and can't be cured. Lowering my fat levels won't do me any good. The second time I get sick, it might be fatal, so I can only drag on like this, hoping for a miracle or a major breakthrough in medicine." Nestorovich's face was very despondent, with no confidence in his own illness.

  "Mr. Nestorovich, do you believe in God? Do you believe in the existence of a deity?" Gu Yu pulled out his old trick again and started to swindle a poor arms dealer.

  "I am an Orthodox Christian, baptized since childhood, but I do not believe in God. He has never helped me, and as a gunrunner, a man with blood on my hands, I will not be protected by Him." He shrugged his shoulders after saying this.

  Kuo Yu continued: "Although I don't believe in God, I do believe that there is a divine being. Mr. Nestorovich, please ask your people to withdraw, I'd like to have a private conversation with you."

  Kwok Yu's words made the guards around him vigilant, and Nesterovich's expression also became serious. As an arms dealer, he would always face danger at any time. Nesterovich was a veteran arms dealer, so he knew this point even better and paid more attention to his own safety.

  "Mr. Nestorovich, don't think too much, I have no malice, if I had any malice, then your guards would not be able to stop me." As soon as he finished speaking, the four guards all drew their pistols and pointed them at Gu Yu's head.

  Guo Yu slowly stood up, looked at the positions of the four bodyguards, they were guarding the four corners of the house, which was a good defensive position. However, this didn't deter Guo Yu, he accelerated suddenly, like a gust of wind passing by the four bodyguards' sides, and when he stopped, he already had four handguns in his hands.

  Clang, clang, the four pistols were all thrown onto the tea table by Guo Yu, and Nesterovich's small eyes widened in shock.

  The four bodyguards all rushed forward, but were stopped by Nesterovich, because he knew that with the skills Guo Yu had just shown, these bodyguards were no match for him. If Guo Yu wanted to harm himself, he could have done so directly earlier, either by strangling himself or shooting himself with the seized pistol.

  He waved his hand, letting the bodyguards all leave the room. He was curious about Guo Yu, knowing that he was just an antique dealer who had bought weapons twice before, but it was only a small batch of business and not worth his attention.

  Today, Guo Yu's performance was vastly different from the information reported by his subordinates. Nesterovich knew that Guo Yu's skills just now were something even a world-class killer couldn't achieve, because the several bodyguards around him were all former Russian special forces who had killed people and seen blood, elite graduates of the Siberian training camp.

  "Alright, Mr. Guo, your performance today has left me speechless. I didn't expect you to be so skilled. I think even the world's top special forces and assassins wouldn't be a match for you. I'm curious about what you want to discuss with me privately." Nestorovich now rarely showed a serious expression.

  "I told you earlier that there is the existence of gods in this world, but most people have not seen or felt it. I am a messenger of God, exercising some of God's authority on earth. God has given me some powers to heal diseases, like your illness. Are you interested in trying?" Gu Yu spoke with a smile, yet was so serious that Nesterovich felt inclined to trust him and try it out.