Norinco Catalog (360p)

Leo laughed. It was absurd. This wasn’t a weapon of rage. It was a weapon of engineering . A promise that no river, no canyon, no border wall was final.

Leo closed the catalog at 3 AM. He felt a strange, nauseous awe. It wasn't the firepower that scared him. It was the customer service. It was the implied patience. Somewhere in a fluorescent-lit office, a Norinco sales rep was waking up, brewing jasmine tea, and waiting for a warlord or a foreign minister to call about the bridge. norinco catalog

A toll-free number. A fax line. A P.O. Box in Beijing. Leo laughed