A middle-aged man slowly picked up a ballistic mask, fastened it to his face, and pulled the elastic Velcro strap tight.
After feeling the tightness of the strap, the middle-aged man immediately opened the Velcro, removed the mask from his face, and held it in his hands, examining the obviously thickened ballistic mask with interest.
"What's the use of this?"
Monchi replied in a well-behaved and respectful manner, "Lord... Sir, this ballistic mask is specially customized to counter Mad Dog."
"You've said that twice already, but what I want to know is, what's the point of customizing this thing?"
Monchi realized that the Lord was not asking about the function of the mask.
After hesitating for a moment, Monchi finally said, "That Mad Dog, he wiped out two of my heavy assault squads in Ethiopia. I rarely let my men wear full body armor to launch an assault, but that Mad Dog, his shooting skills are really... magical."
"Magical, hmm, you're using the word 'magical'."