**Long Zhan had watched the SEAL Team TV series, so he had some understanding of the unique "SEAL Team Six culture" and had heard of the Big Boy Rules.**
He personally liked this kind of hands-off management style.
Just like Diaz had said earlier, DEVGRU's relatively relaxed atmosphere didn't give you that rigid, suffocating "military" feeling.
It actually felt more like home—free and unconstrained, where you could do your own thing.
Calling it a second home was no exaggeration.
For those with strong self-discipline, living in an environment like this was not only more comfortable, but it also enhanced the team's combat effectiveness.
And DEVGRU's notoriously strict selection process was the very foundation of the Big Boy Rules.
People who couldn't control themselves wouldn't make it into DEVGRU in the first place.
> "From now on, this little steel cage belongs to me, Long Zhan. Gotta fill it up with gear so a poor kid like me can get a taste of the rich life."
Long Zhan pushed open the iron door and stepped into the storage room. The empty shelves made him feel extremely uneasy.
What do you do when something doesn't feel right?
Simple—fill it to the brim.
With that "eat the rich" mindset, Long Zhan pushed a small cart into the cage. He didn't even bother arranging the stuff already on the cart. Aside from a few mementos and personal collectibles, there wasn't anything particularly noteworthy on it anyway.
He grabbed the clipboard hanging beside the shelves and began writing item by item with a pen:
**One HAHO loadout, one HALO loadout, one diver loadout, one general operations loadout, one CBRN protection pack…**
Loadouts tailored for every possible mission type—Long Zhan ordered one of each.
DEVGRU had money to burn. No need to skimp.
Next came all the accessories and gear…
**Tactical helmets, combat vests, tactical gloves, tactical backpacks, ballistic vests, modular plate carriers capable of housing four armor plates, five Gerber knives, NVGs, infrared night vision devices, tactical flashlights, laser designators, various magnification scopes…**
All kinds of stuff—Long Zhan ended up listing fifty to sixty items without breaking a sweat.
After finishing with the gear and armor, it was time for weapons.
**Two light machine guns—one Mk46 chambered in 5.56mm and one Mk48 chambered in 7.62mm**, to offer flexibility for different missions.
**One assault rifle, two pistols, and a grenade launcher.**
And finally, **a suppressed submachine gun for covert infiltration operations.**
By the time he was done writing, he had filled up an entire page.
And last but not least—
Long Zhan also added several sets of combat uniforms in different color schemes for different terrains. Two sets of each—for missions and spare changes.
> "This feels f\*\*\*ing awesome."
Being able to write down whatever he wanted, Long Zhan looked at the three full pages of his wish list and felt an indescribable thrill.
To put things in perspective: if he had to buy all this gear himself, it would've cost **at least half a million USD**.
But now? Long Zhan didn't have to spend a single cent and could get anything he wanted. It was like a woman walking into a luxury boutique with a blank check.
**Who wouldn't be happy?**
After filling out his equipment list, Long Zhan arranged his personal belongings from the cart onto the shelf just as Diaz returned to the storage room.
> "That wishlist of yours? Eye-opening," Diaz said with a wry smile, clearly a bit overwhelmed. "You asked for so much that there's no way we can get it all together in one go."
> "Here's the deal: I'll bring the rest over tomorrow. For now, let's go get you set up with your weapon. We should be able to get that done before Jason and the others show up."
> "OK, thanks a ton. Let's roll."
As long as no one was going to complain about how much he asked for, Long Zhan had zero objections. He grabbed his small cart and motioned for Diaz to lead the way.
The **armory wasn't on the Red Team's third floor**—it was located on the first floor and shared by all squadrons.
The armory was massive. And badass.
There was even a sign above the door that read:
**"You dream it—I build it."**
Spanning over 1,000 square meters, filled with hundreds of shelves packed with weapons, equipment, and accessories—this armory had every right to carry that slogan.
If a gun enthusiast ever stepped in here, they'd probably lose their mind and never want to leave.
Long Zhan might not have been a gun nut, but firearms were his most vital lifeline on the battlefield. This place, to him, was nothing short of **paradise**.
> "So, what kind of weapons do you need? Or you can go pick them out yourself—this checklist is useless."
Diaz tore off the weapons list from the clipboard, crumpled it into a ball, and tossed it into the trash with a smirk.
> "I'll be back in an hour. If you need help, go find Mario—the armorer."
Then he introduced them.
> "This is Long Zhan—Green Team's top recruit this year. Do your best to make sure he's satisfied."
> "When it comes to guns, I'm a pro. Don't worry, you're in good hands,"
Mario said confidently, stroking the thick beard on his chin as he walked up to Long Zhan.
> "Kid, just tell me what you want. There's no gun I can't build."
You didn't get to be an armorer in DEVGRU without some serious chops.
Long Zhan didn't think Mario was bragging.
With a master gunsmith in front of him, of course Long Zhan was going to have some custom work done. He stepped into the armory and began selecting.
His most frequently used primary weapon was the **light machine gun**—that had to be taken care of first.
In his previous operations assisting **Bravo Team**, he'd used the same **Mk46 Mod 1** as Sonny on two occasions. Overall, it had performed excellently.
Long Zhan decided to keep the overall configuration the same, but have Mario fine-tune the details.
Using his own large build as a baseline, he asked for some upgrades.
He also requested a modified version of the **Mk48**, tailored for **indoor combat**, using the same accessory modules for compatibility.
Mario accepted the request for the custom LMGs on the spot.
Then, with frightening proficiency, he zipped around the armory like a machine, gathering parts and modifying the weapons for Long Zhan.
**In less than ten minutes**, he had both guns assembled and fully customized.
The moment Long Zhan laid eyes on those two LMGs, he fell in love.
Because they were absolutely perfect.
**How perfect, exactly?**
Here's one small detail…
Mario had **adjusted the distance between the trigger and the grip** based on Long Zhan's larger hand size—wider than average palms—so that the gun would **fit his hand perfectly** and allow him to pull the trigger in the most comfortable position possible.
To be able to mod a gun down to such microscopic ergonomic detail—Mario's skill level was beyond question. The absolute pinnacle.
He embodied that slogan perfectly:
**"You dream it—I build it."**
Long Zhan couldn't help but marvel at how DEVGRU truly lived up to its reputation—a place full of hidden masters, where even a seemingly insignificant department housed talent at the very top of their field.