There are arms dealers, there are warlords, and then there’s The Generalissimo—a walking apocalypse in a military coat, a one-man global conflict, and the wildest wildcard in the history of illicit warfare. No one even remembers his real name anymore. Maybe it was Mikhail Draganov, maybe it wasn’t. Some say he was born in a Soviet military lab, engineered to be the perfect war strategist. Others claim he was once a disgraced prince from a lost Eastern European kingdom, exiled for setting fire to his own palace for fun. The truth? No one knows, and The Generalissimo likes it that way. What is known is this: he doesn’t just sell weapons—he creates wars. He doesn’t just play both sides—he plays all sides, blindfolded, with a deck of exploding cards. And Hong Kong’s 332 Gang? They might think they own him, but in reality, he owns them.

The Mad General’s Rise

The Generalissimo wasn’t always a kingpin. Once, he was a high-ranking military officer in an unnamed Eastern European republic, a man with medals, power, and access to every weapon imaginable. His country was collapsing under economic ruin, but instead of trying to save it, The Generalissimo did what any sensible lunatic would do—he sold the entire national armory to the highest bidders. Tanks? Gone. Missiles? Gone. Experimental laser weapons? No one even knew the country had those, but he sold them, too. When the new government caught wind of what he was doing, they sent an elite kill squad to execute him. They kicked down the doors of his mansion, expecting to find a defenseless traitor. Instead, they found him shirtless, dual-wielding gold-plated pistols, drinking vodka from the skull of an exiled diplomat. After a three-hour gunfight, he fled the country in a stolen fighter jet, flying upside-down over the presidential palace just to flip off the new regime before disappearing into the night.

Arrival in Hong Kong: Business and Madness

Hong Kong was supposed to be a temporary hideout. Instead, it became his favorite playground. The city was fast, lawless, and full of desperate men with deep pockets. The 332 Gang, always looking for a supplier, welcomed him like a god. But The Generalissimo doesn’t just sell weapons—he delivers them in the most chaotic ways possible. One time, he airdropped an entire shipment of AK-47s into the middle of a gang war—just to “make it more interesting.” Another time, he shipped a tank disguised as a street food stall. The gangsters thought they were getting dumplings. They got a T-72 battle tank instead. During one particularly wild deal, he showed up dressed as a Catholic bishop, wearing mirrored aviators, and carrying a suitcase full of gold-plated grenades. He doesn’t just fund crime—he turns it into an art form.

The Unhinged Rules of The Generalissimo

Unlike most arms dealers, The Generalissimo has no rules… except the ones he makes up on the spot. “No refunds, no complaints, no regrets.” If a buyer tries to return faulty weapons, he personally tests them on the complainer. “If you can’t pay in cash, pay in chaos.” He once accepted a zoo full of exotic animals in exchange for RPGs. He later released the animals into the streets of Macau just for laughs. “Every deal must be entertaining.” If negotiations get boring, he starts throwing knives at people to speed things up. But make no mistake—beneath the madness is a mind sharper than a switchblade. His unpredictability isn’t just for show. It’s his greatest weapon. No one can predict his next move, and that’s why he always wins.

A Rivalry with the World

Governments want him dead. Rival arms dealers want him destroyed. The 332 Gang wants to control him, but they know better than to try. The Generalissimo doesn’t just evade capture—he taunts the world while doing it. CIA? He once hacked into their database just to replace all their classified documents with pictures of himself riding a tank in a Speedo. Interpol? He sent them a Christmas card featuring his own “Most Wanted” poster, with “Try Harder” written in red ink. Russian oligarchs? He sold them missiles and then sold the deactivation codes to their enemies… all while hosting a cocktail party on a stolen yacht.

The Legend Grows

These days, The Generalissimo is more myth than man. They say he once gambled an entire shipment of rocket launchers in a high-stakes poker game… and won. They say he has a secret base hidden in the Kowloon Walled City ruins, guarded by mercenaries, stray dogs, and flamethrower turrets. They say he’s working on “the ultimate arms deal” that will shake the world… but no one knows what it is. But here’s the thing about The Generalissimo: every insane rumor about him is probably true. And when you see a white military coat, gold epaulets, and a wild grin approaching, you know two things: something big is about to happen and there’s a 50/50 chance it ends in an explosion. Because in the world of war, The Generalissimo is the one rolling the dice… and they’re always loaded.