The "Ka-37" multi-purpose unmanned helicopter was controlled remotely via a ground-based radio system. To operate the helicopter, Mavi even arranged for his bodyguards to undergo specialized training. After all, with his family's connections, getting this done was no problem.
As the "Ka-37" helicopter slowly ascended into the air, Mavi climbed back into the tank and gave an order to the driver: "Shoot it down."
Hearing that the young master wanted him to shoot down a drone, the bodyguard immediately adjusted the cannon's aim, focusing intently on tracking the helicopter's flight path.
"Young master, should I fire now?" The bodyguard had nearly locked onto the target and was confident he could bring it down as soon as Mavi gave the command.
"Fire." Mavi spoke calmly as he watched the electronic screen inside the tank. At the same time, he adjusted his earmuffs—he didn't want to be deafened when the cannon fired.
About ten seconds later, a deafening BOOM! shook the air. Mavi felt the entire tank jolt backward from the recoil.
A shell was loaded into the 125mm cannon and fired! A massive burst of fire erupted from the barrel, and in an instant, the explosion struck two birch trees on the hillside, mercilessly tearing them down.
Two bodyguards stationed at the bottom of the hill, securing the perimeter, were so startled that they instinctively ducked for cover, thinking they were about to be caught in the blast. Luckily, the explosion was far enough away, and all they got was a shower of flying dirt and tree bark.
Mavi looked up at the helicopter, which remained completely unscathed. Then, he glanced over at the smoking birch trees in the distance. He wiped his forehead, sighing—he really shouldn't have expected too much from these Russian bodyguards… They couldn't even shoot down a drone properly.
"S-Sorry, young master! That was a mistake! This time, I'll use a laser-guided missile—I won't miss!" The Russian bodyguard quickly turned to explain. It had been years since he last operated a tank, which led to his misfire.
"Hurry up and do it right!" Mavi waved his hand in frustration. If this had been a real battle, teammates like these would've gotten their entire unit wiped out.
"Yes, sir! I won't mess up this time!" The bodyguard immediately activated the system, loading two laser-guided beam missiles into the smoothbore cannon.
The T-90 tank's optical system locked onto the "Ka-37" helicopter, and with a pull of the trigger, the laser-guided missile was launched!
Unlike a shell, which relies on gunpowder to generate thrust, a missile has its own propulsion system, allowing it to move freely in the air or even in space. As a result, the launch had much less recoil than a cannon shot.
With a loud "whoosh!", a missile with a bright red flame shot out from the tank's barrel. It wasn't as fast as a shell, so its movement was visible to the naked eye.
On the electronic screen, Mavi could see the missile trailing smoke and fire as it traced a graceful arc toward the unmanned helicopter.
The entire scene reminded him of the bottle rockets he used to set off as a kid—except this one was hundreds of times bigger and definitely not a toy.
Before he could dwell on the thought any longer, the missile struck the target with a thunderous explosion!
In an instant, the once-stable "Ka-37" helicopter erupted into a massive fireball! The sheer destructive force tore it apart completely—cockpit, rotors, engine—all obliterated, debris scattering in every direction.
The fiery explosion consumed the aircraft entirely. Mavi watched as the wreckage, engulfed in flames, plummeted from the sky.
"Young master! Did you see that? That was a masterpiece!" The Russian bodyguard, still inside the tank, turned around excitedly, grinning.
Without hesitation, Mavi smacked him on the forehead. "Masterpiece? Enough with the art talk—go open the hatch!"
The bodyguard quickly obeyed, unlocking the tank's hatch. As soon as it opened, Mavi was hit with the overpowering stench of diesel and burning metal in the air.
He glanced over at the wrecked Ferrari lying beside the T-90 tank, then shifted his gaze to the smoldering remains of the "Ka-37" helicopter in the distance.
This time, he had truly gone all out. In less than half an hour, he had destroyed $1.2 million worth of equipment. Even the wealthiest people might hesitate before pulling off such an extravagant stunt.
"Did you record everything?" Mavi asked the bodyguard responsible for filming.
"Yes, young master! Everything was captured, and the video editor you requested has already arrived at the estate." The filming crew responded diligently.
"Good. Take me to see him." Mavi said, jumping down from the tank and getting into a Tiger armored vehicle, speeding back toward the estate.
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Despite the $1.2 million loss, Mavi knew he could recoup every cent and more. There was no need to rob Peter to pay Paul—once the footage was edited and uploaded to the video platform he had recently acquired, the revenue would roll in.
In the year 2000, the concept of internet influencers was still virtually unheard of. No one had seriously considered leveraging online fame for profit. But Mavi, having knowledge of the future, understood that online personalities could generate more economic value than many traditional celebrities and actors.
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"Young master, the video editor is waiting in the guest room. Shall I bring him over now?"
Upon arriving at the estate, Ivan, the butler, respectfully stepped forward and asked.
"Yes. Also, did you prepare the mask I requested?"
Mavi had no intention of revealing his face online and becoming too recognizable. So, he had asked his butler to have a custom spiral mask made—something reminiscent of the one Obito wore in Naruto.
"The mask is ready, young master." Ivan opened a wooden box, revealing the custom-made spiral-patterned mask.
Mavi picked it up and examined the design. The craftsmanship was excellent, but the mask felt a bit heavy.
As he was trying it on, the video editor—a man carrying a black laptop bag—stepped into the living room.
"Hello, Mr. Mavi. My name is Oleg. Thank you for this opportunity to visit your estate... I heard you have some footage you'd like me to edit?" The editor spoke with utmost respect.
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