Chapter 45: Our World

44. Our World

"Let's not start with the fact that I have many guns while you only have a few knives. Even if you really did take me out, do you really plan to not buy guns in the future? Please, I am a businessman; transactions are what matter most. What you want to do with my guns has nothing to do with me; we are simply each getting what we need," Yuri said with a smile.

"Interesting." Scar-face tossed Vitaly aside. "Let's see your guns!"

Relieved, Vitaly scrambled on all fours to hide behind Yuri, breathing heavily.

Yuri patted his shoulder, signaling that everything was under control, then pulled out a Type 21 assault rifle without a magazine and tossed it to Scar-face, saying professionally, "Gentlemen, allow me to grandly recommend—the Type 21 assault rifle! This weapon features a lightweight plastic structure, is waterproof and dustproof, and weighs only 1.7kg. It uses 5.56mm caliber ammunition and a standard 30-round magazine. If you are willing to pay extra, I can also provide 50-round extended magazines..."

Scar-face picked up the assault rifle and gave a contemptuous laugh. "Is this even a live-fire weapon? Kid, did you come here from thousands of years ago?"

"Oh, a live-fire weapon." Yuri mimicked Scar-face's expression with a grimace, then picked up a Type 21 assault rifle, pulled the bolt back with a *clack*, and his expression turned cold. "Do you believe that I could take all of you out with this live-fire weapon within two seconds?"

Several Bossans immediately went on guard, two of them even drawing blaster pistols.

Looking at the guns in their hands, Yuri laughed helplessly. "Heh, DL-18s. What 'excellent' blaster pistols. A rate of fire of 50 rounds per minute, a maximum range of 120 meters. If your finger gets tired, you might only manage 20 pulls a minute, haha..."

As he spoke, he suddenly spun around and pulled the trigger at the rock behind him!

*Rat-tat-tat-tat!!* A burst of bullets erupted instantly, all striking the rock within seconds, sending a cloud of dust flying. Getting into the spirit of it, Yuri laughed loudly and shouted, "Hahahaha!! A rate of fire of 1,000 rounds per minute, an effective range of 550 meters, and it can switch between single and burst fire modes! Hahahaha!"

The gunfire stopped, leaving the rock riddled with holes. Then, with a loud crash, a layer of the rock surface collapsed.

"Phew... So, between advanced blaster pistols and backward live-fire weapons, I choose..." Yuri pulled out another magazine, loaded it into the gun, and pulled the bolt back with a *clack*. "The Type 21 assault rifle!"

Having said that, he tossed the loaded gun directly to Scar-face. "400 credits per gun, 100 credits per crate of ammunition. If you buy 10 guns at once, I can throw in a crate of ammo for free. By the way, I only accept Republic Credits, not Upi-Upi coins."

Scar-face took the gun, his face turning cold. He immediately raised it and aimed it at Yuri Orlov.

Yuri smiled slightly, lit a cigarette for himself, and said calmly, "You know, brother, there are currently twenty sniper rifles aiming at your head. If you want to take me out, no problem, but your head... *Bang!*"

He made an explosion gesture with his hands.

"You know, I am just an ordinary businessman. We are each getting what we need; we are in it for the long haul. Let's talk about the price again," Yuri added.

"I want ten guns and 20 crates of ammo!" Scar-face said.

"Then that will be 5,900 credits [Note 1]. As agreed, I've only charged you for 19 crates of ammo," Yuri quoted the price immediately.

"I don't have that much money!" Scar-face's face twisted into a snarl.

"Then there's nothing I can do. This is a small business; no credit allowed. If you don't have enough money, you can buy less. You should know that even buying a single DL-18 blaster pistol costs you 500 credits!" Yuri replied coldly. "And let me be blunt: in terms of firepower and lethality, the DL-18 is completely outclassed. Do you think you could even find automatic blasters in burst mode? Don't make me laugh."

Scar-face wanted to fly into a rage and raised his gun again, but at that moment, Yuri made a gesture. A loud *bang* rang out, and a deep bullet hole suddenly appeared in a nearby rock.

Swallowing his fury, Scar-face gritted his teeth and said, "We are going to raid a spaceport tomorrow! Once we succeed, I'll give you 7,000 credits!"

"I don't care what you do, but one thing I am certain of: you can't guarantee you'll come back alive. If that happens, who am I going to collect my lost money from?" Yuri said dismissively.

"Then what exactly do you want to do?"

"Ha!" Yuri laughed, opened a crate beneath him, and revealed five grenades wrapped in shock-absorbing plastic air bags!

"M-28 grenades! Direct kill radius of 8 meters! Theoretical maximum fragmentation kill radius of 42 meters! These are great tools for traveling, killing, and looting! 50 credits per grenade! I can give you two extra crates, but I'll have to charge interest. If you can come back alive, I want 8,000 credits."

"Deal!" Scar-face grinned savagely and agreed immediately. He tossed a bag of credit ingots to Yuri, then jerked his chin toward the men behind him. "Go! Get the gear!"

Once the group of Bossans had left, Yuri Orlov slumped to the ground as if he had collapsed from exhaustion. Vitaly rushed over to help him up.

"This reminds me of when I was just starting out, Vitaly, my dear brother. Hahahaha..." Although covered in cold sweat, Yuri still laughed with immense excitement.

Vitaly sat down beside Yuri, lit a cigarette, placed it in Yuri's mouth, lit another for himself, and exhaled a plume of smoke toward the sky. He said softly, "Yeah. After such a long hibernation, I've forgotten many things from the past, yet they remain deeply etched in my memory. I just feel... well, hehe..."

He hesitated, unable to find the words.

"Don't worry. This galaxy will be our world sooner or later," Yuri patted his brother's shoulder, exhaled a plume of smoke toward the sky in the same manner, and said with a smile.

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[Note 1]: Do not apply Earth's economic concepts to the Star Wars universe. Keep in mind that an Imperial-class Star Destroyer, over 2,000 meters long, costs only about 150 million credits, while a decent spaceship might cost tens of thousands of credits.

Compare this to the cost of a US aircraft carrier to understand the scale; a Ford-class carrier costs over 10 billion USD.

Therefore, the purchasing power of a Galactic Credit is roughly equivalent to 50 to 1,000 times that of the US Dollar on Earth, and sometimes even more extreme.

However, this is not a universal rule. Due to the uneven technological development in Star Wars, the price of agricultural products is much higher than that of industrial products. Generally speaking, light industrial products are the cheapest, heavy industrial products are next, and agricultural products offer the lowest value for money.

Thus, do not be surprised if you see people in Star Wars fighting to the death over a few hundred credits, because those few hundred credits can actually buy a great deal.