Soon, the machine's light flashed green.
A smile spread across Big-Beard Will's face. He handed Feng Shan's documents back to him. "You passed, buddy. You bought so many weapons that the company received notices from the FBI and the ATF."
Feng Shan curled his lip in disdain, took the documents, and grumbled, "What else can those parasites do besides waste taxpayers' money!"
"Bullshit. You're absolutely right, they're parasites." Big-Beard Will's favorable impression of Feng Shan grew instantly. He turned and slapped the side of the fuselage. "Fellas, bring out the hot dog case."
A hot dog case.
Just as Feng Shan was wondering what a "hot dog case" was, a long, gray metal case was pushed out from inside the aircraft.
"Fellas, lend a hand." Will waved to the veterans.
Three of the veterans hurried forward, grabbed the handles of the metal case, and dragged it out of the aircraft. It was obviously heavy; the weight forced the three men to bend low.
