Su Wan’s father became wealthy early on, so he bought a house early as well. Su Wan’s home is a large, old early villa. The entire house covers an area ten times that of Li Cu’s home, and most of the rooms are empty, some even without any decoration. The yard, however, is well-maintained; his father loves gardening, and the yard is filled with various green plants. Su Wan’s mother is a housewife who spends her days playing mahjong, and as soon as one enters the yard, the sound of mahjong can be heard coming from inside.

When Su Wan skips class and returns home, he can’t use the front door and sneaks in through the side door. His room is on the second floor, and it’s bigger than Li Cu’s entire house. Once inside, Su Wan closes the door, plunging the room into darkness since the curtains haven’t been drawn yet.

Li Cu notices that Su Wan’s bed is a complete mess, clearly indicating that his mother hasn’t tidied up his room either. Li Cu isn’t surprised by this.

The other parts of the room are too dark to see clearly. Su Wan feels his way through the darkness and pulls back the curtains. Sunlight floods in; it’s a little past two in the afternoon, the sun is at its peak, and the entire room is brightly lit.

Li Cu is taken aback at the sight.

Su Wan’s claim that “my room is stuffed full” is not an exaggeration; it really is packed. Li Cu’s eyes are filled with countless packages of all sizes. Some have already been opened, while many others haven’t even been unwrapped.

In Su Wan’s room, there is a small refrigerator of his own, almost buried under the packages. He clears away some of the boxes and pulls out two cans of cola from the fridge, handing them to Li Cu while explaining, “There’s just too much; I haven’t had the time to unpack. Later, I figured out a trick—by the packaging, I can tell what’s inside without opening them.”

“Are the things all different?”

“Different, but each one is better than the last. Come see what I’ve opened.” Su Wan crawls under his bed, pushing aside a few boxes of comics, and Li Cu discovers that they are all “risqué” comics, like “My H Life with the Demoness”… there are actually several boxes full of them. It turns out that rich kids have some pretty wicked thoughts; what’s even more annoying is that they don’t share these wicked things with me, their best buddy.

Wait? He suddenly thinks, could it be that Su Wan received adult videotapes? Is that why he seems so excited and hides them under the bed?

Clearing away the comic boxes, Su Wan pulls out a wooden board from under the bed, which is covered in newspaper. Li Cu takes one look and knows it’s definitely not what he was thinking. Then, Su Wan lifts the newspaper.

Li Cu tries to guess what’s inside; although there’s not much time, he still wants to prepare himself mentally, not wanting to be scared by whatever is beneath. However, as soon as the newspaper is lifted, he is stunned.

He sees a row of iron boxes, rectangular, resembling oversized moonlight treasure chests, and they look brand new. “What is this?” Li Cu asks. Su Wan picks one up, pulls it, and fiddles with it. With a “click,” the iron box instantly transforms into a submachine gun. “It’s a folding submachine gun,” Su Wan says, then takes out a longer magazine from the side and inserts it, chambering a round. “Each one comes with over 200 rounds of ammunition.”

“Is it a replica gun?” Li Cu takes it and finds it incredibly heavy; without some arm strength, he can’t even hold it.

“I’ve tried shooting cans in the suburbs,” Su Wan reveals with a look of ecstasy, “It’s so cool, the recoil… I never thought I’d have the chance to play with real guns in the country.”

“Why are they sending guns to you? What do they want you to do?”
“It’s not for me; these guns are for you,” Su Wan said. “You should ask what they want you to do.”
Li Cu counted and found that there were five folded submachine guns just among the opened parts, along with over a thousand rounds of ammunition.
As for the other non-weapon parts, there were many items that were almost indistinguishable. For example, a lot of old bottles that were clearly antiques, or possibly very realistic replicas. This part had a large quantity, with half of it tightly sealed in plastic foam. Even without opening the foam, various types could be seen: bronze vases, fragments, and many pieces of jewelry, such as gold hairpins, jade rings, and so on.
The remaining items were outdoor equipment: ropes, searchlights, carabiners, GPS devices, compressed biscuits, etc.
What drove them to despair was that after they unwrapped all the delivery boxes, they found that two particularly heavy boxes contained nothing but white and yellow substances resembling soap, which crumbled into powder upon touch.
“Damn, this can’t be heroin, can it? We’re not becoming accomplices in drug trafficking, are we?” Li Cu said.
“It’s not us; it’s you!” Su Wan immediately replied. “Oh no, I’m going to get implicated because of you. Do you think we’ll get sentenced to death if we get caught?”
Li Cu picked up the “soap” and examined the edges closely. He noticed that each piece had a steel stamp the size of a fingernail on the corner, marked with: C4.
“This… this is more dangerous than heroin,” Li Cu stammered. “This is… this is a C4 explosive.”
“Explosive? Is it powerful?”
“Yeah, I learned about this when I was playing ‘Metal Gear.’ This stuff, in this quantity… when it explodes, all the glass within 300 meters will shatter. You won’t even be able to keep this building standing.”
The box containing the C4 was piled up next to Su Wan’s bed, and he immediately took a deep breath and pushed the items away from him. “What on earth do they want? Are they asking us to go to war?”
“Have you noticed something’s off?” Li Cu said. “When I was unwrapping, I noticed that these packages have some issues. I think I guessed what they want.”