The fur on this polar bear sheds significantly every summer. Anyone who has owned a long-haired cat or dog can relate—when shedding season arrives, just a light scratch will send fur flying everywhere...
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Ten minutes later, Mavi's Gulfstream G200 landed smoothly at Moscow International Airport. Inside the cabin, Blizzard Entertainment's president, Mike, along with R&D director Alan and six other team members, immediately noticed a fully equipped convoy of Russian Tiger armored vehicles parked neatly not far from the plane.
Each Tiger armored vehicle was accompanied by two Russian bodyguards. Mounted on top of every vehicle was a pitch-black Gatling gun—the same manually operated, multi-barreled rotary machine gun frequently used by Schwarzenegger in Terminator. This weapon typically has a firing rate of over 1,000 rounds per minute per barrel, making it an incredibly powerful heavy weapon.
In addition to the Gatling guns, each Tiger armored vehicle was also equipped with the recently standardized Russian AGS-30 Automatic Grenade Launcher. This grenade launcher is highly effective in suppressing snipers. It comes with a PAG-17 optical sight, offering 2.7x magnification and night vision capabilities, making it highly versatile in combat.
Looking at this entire convoy of armored vehicles, Blizzard's president, Mike, couldn't help but swallow hard. Even though he had witnessed Mavi's impressive display just two weeks ago, seeing it again still left him in awe. And as for the rest of the Blizzard team members sitting around him, they were even more overwhelmed.
"Oh my God! Tiger armored vehicles! And is that a grenade launcher on top? This is Russia, all right—absolutely insane!" a bespectacled male colleague exclaimed in amazement.
"Yeah, grenade launchers like this are something even security companies in the U.S. can't get their hands on. Is this the convoy our new boss sent to pick us up? This is unreal! Who is he?" another R&D member with a strong interest in military equipment whispered to his colleagues inside the cabin.
Although R&D director Alan had no idea why their new boss, Mavi, had brought them to Russia, the private Gulfstream G200 that picked them up and the formidable Tiger armored convoy awaiting them made one thing abundantly clear—Mavi had an extremely powerful background.
As the team disembarked from the plane, gawking like tourists at a grand palace, the lead Tiger armored vehicle's door opened. Out stepped a Russian man in his thirties, dressed in camouflage and wearing sunglasses.
"Welcome to Moscow, everyone! Boss Mavi is waiting for you at the military training ground," the Russian man said.
His name was Victor, a former Alpha Group special forces soldier whom Mavi had recruited a few weeks prior. Victor was now one of Mavi's most trusted subordinates, responsible for personnel training at the Russian security base.
Mavi's security company had an impressive global presence—not only had he established two bases within Russia, but he had also set up subsidiary security firms in the U.S. and the U.K. He had recruited former U.S. Secret Service agents, ex-Delta Force operatives, and former members of the British SAS, assigning them to various international bases to train new recruits.
Additionally, every quarter, new recruits from the U.S., U.K., and Russia were rotated between bases for cross-training. They gained experience using different weaponry, received instruction from various trainers, and adapted to distinct training methodologies.
Hearing that their boss was waiting for them at a military training ground, the group exchanged bewildered glances.
"A military training ground? But we're game developers—what are we supposed to do there?" Alan was utterly confused. Was their new boss expecting them to enlist?
Mike was equally uncertain about Mavi's intentions, but having interacted with him before, he knew their boss had a well-thought-out approach to everything. Mavi was not the type to be impulsive or reckless.
"Let's just get in the vehicles and see for ourselves," Mike suggested. Setting an example, he followed Victor and climbed into one of the Tiger armored vehicles.
The rest of the team looked at each other hesitantly. Since they were already here and turning back wasn't an option, they decided to follow Mike's lead.
With a mix of curiosity and apprehension, they boarded the armored vehicles, which then rumbled toward the Weihe Security Base in the outskirts of Moscow.
Half an hour later, upon arriving at the training base, the Blizzard team was escorted to an outdoor field at the back of the facility.
The training ground was vast, spanning tens of thousands of square meters. It featured various concrete structures, wooden cabins, and obstacle courses similar to those used in triathlon-style military training.
Beyond that, several Russian bodyguards in suits approached them, each holding an assortment of deadly weapons.
Among them were the world-famous AK-47, the U.S. military's standard-issue M4 assault rifle, and the devastating Winchester shotgun, known for its lethal close-range damage.
Seeing all these heavy weapons sent chills down the spines of the Blizzard employees.
"P-President Mike... who exactly is our new boss? Why did he bring us here? And why are there so many armed bodyguards?" one of the R&D members whispered nervously.
The group was now surrounded by these intimidating Russian guards, all gripping machine guns and heavy weaponry while watching them closely.
Mike simply shook his head, choosing to remain silent. He figured it was best to wait and see—even though he, too, was beginning to feel uneasy, maybe even a little afraid.
The tension in the air was suffocating, and no one dared to even breathe too loudly. The Blizzard employees instinctively huddled together for reassurance.
About five minutes later, while everyone stood on edge, they suddenly spotted a young Russian man in a black T-shirt approaching from a distance. By his side trotted an adorable, snow-white baby polar bear.
As soon as the young man appeared, Mike leaned in and whispered to the group, "That's the boss. Pay attention."
Hearing that their new boss had arrived, the team's expressions instantly stiffened. They all turned their gaze toward the approaching Russian youth.
"Master."
"Master."
The Russian bodyguards, still gripping their machine guns, greeted Mavi respectfully. Meanwhile, the little polar bear, Winnie, curiously raised her fluffy head, taking in the scene around her.
"Put the guns away. You're going to scare my guests," Mavi sighed in exasperation. These Russian bodyguards were way too conspicuous—if anyone saw this scene, they might think a massacre was about to take place!