Chapter 1240 Beauty

In the low-rise area, in a dark and simple factory building.

Miscellaneous equipment was piled haphazardly in the corner. The stolen cars had not had time to be dismantled and were hung in mid-air by chains or lifting equipment, like dead pork waiting to be dismembered and processed, swaying slightly in the cold wind. .

The friction of steel produced a harsh squeaking sound.

In the silence, no one dared to speak. Only heavy breathing sounded from the corner.

And a middle-aged man with half his body modified into mechanical prosthetics was pacing anxiously in the middle, wandering, waiting. Every time there was a small sound outside, he would raise his head nervously.

No one dares to ridicule or scorn the boss who used to be so majestic and uncompromising in his current appearance. In fact, almost no one here dares to make any mistakes or mistakes, even in terms of greetings and welcomes. I have rehearsed it over and over again, for fear that I will not entertain the upcoming distinguished guests well and make some mistakes.

The agreed time has passed for a long time, but they didn't even dare to look angry. Instead, they waited patiently like dogs on a chain.

Until the sound of tires rubbing against the ground came from outside, approaching quickly.

The sentry's report came over the radio, which shocked everyone.

Soon, when the iron door slowly opened, a man wearing a straight dress and gold-rimmed glasses strode in, casually pushing away the attentive younger brother.

Behind him was a rickety man in plain clothes, with engine oil still stained on his clothes and cuffs. He also looked intently, as if he couldn't see the ants so close.

"Welcome, welcome!"

Martin, who had been waiting for a long time, spread his arms and walked up enthusiastically: "Mr. Paul's arrival really makes our place prosperous..."

"Don't say anything useless, we are in a hurry."

Paul, the man in the dress, pushed up his glasses indifferently: "I was heartbroken by the losers in the sales department on the way here. I hope you won't let me down too, Mr. Marco."

"Of course! Of course not!" Martin smiled without any shame and waved behind him: "The things you want are all here. Unlike the tatters that others sent up, these are complete."

The two men hurriedly brought up the huge iron box and opened it, revealing the silent copper light inside.

Four crude firearms with completely different sizes, lengths, specifications and appearances.

It looks like a random imitation made in a garage workshop with crappy tools, but it has a rough and cold aesthetic that makes people unable to take their eyes away.

"That's it..." Before Paul could finish speaking, he was pushed to the side by the rickety man behind him. He stumbled, and Martin hurriedly stepped forward to support him. He was about to say something with his smiling face, but he saw the expression on Paul's face. After the beauty disappeared in a flash, he forcibly regained his composure and didn't care about anything.

Waiting nearby.

For a moment, everyone's eyes fell on the old man.

The rickety old man lay in front of the box, leaning half of his body into it. He carefully picked up one of the guns and gently stroked its body and corners, his eyes bright and frightening.

That weird and excited smile made people's scalp numb.

"Huh, where did this little cutie come from?"

He smiled strangely, narrowed his eyes, and stroked the gun body bit by bit with his rough thumb. Still not satisfied that it was not enough, he came closer and took a deep breath of the taste, and stuck out his tongue twice to add some grease that had not been wiped clean.

The excitement suddenly stopped.

As if he saw the scars and nose hairs on the beauty, he spat: "Damn, garbage motor oil...is this taste like lubricating oil made in a car repair shop?

The accuracy is not enough. It is off to the right by 0.3, no, 0.4, but with such an outrageous error, how is the braking effect achieved? Weird, so weird——"

Muttering words that no one could understand, the old man moved quickly, dismantling the heavy weapon into hundreds of parts at a dizzying speed, and placed them in categories on the pair of turbid and gloomy weapons. In front of his eyes, he looked at each one one by one and muttered something.

Soon, all complete firearms were taken apart.

But soon, the rickety man who was circling around the parts suddenly stopped. Then he bent down and picked up one of them, and then another. His trembling fingers jumped between the parts, selecting and reorganizing them quickly. .

Martin who was accompanying him wanted to speak, but was pushed by Paul who came with the old man. He suddenly remembered his status again and pretended not to see anything.

Even if he is an illiterate person who knows nothing, he knows that the old man took the wrong parts. He mixed up the parts between the two weapons.

But with the old man's movements, the parts on the ground were classified again.

It's like being reborn, attached to the three skeletons that are gradually becoming complete.

In the end, it came to an abrupt end.

There were only three incomplete weapons left, and a bunch of useless repetitive parts.

"No, there's still something missing..."

The old man lay on the ground, staring at the three unrecognizable weapons, full of anger and greed: "How much difference is there? Are the specifications of these things really the same?

How much more are you hiding? "

In the silence, no one responded.

Only the furious old man kicked the parts and fragments on the ground completely, and no one else scolded him. After a long time, he finally calmed down.

It was only now that Paul stepped forward and asked softly: "Master Li, do you see anything?"

"Look, what's the use of just looking?"

The rickety old man grabbed Paul and looked at him directly: "Where did this thing come from? Where is the person who designed it? Where is he? I want to see him, right away!"

"Well, we are currently looking for it too."

Paul forced a helpless smile: "Currently, the board of directors urgently needs your opinion as a reference. Can you please explain it to a mediocre person like me?"

"Tsk, what a bunch of trash."

Master Li unhappily let go of his hand, bent down, picked up the fragments on the ground, disassembled and reassembled them at will, and soon restored them to their original shape.

"Did you see it?"

Master Li glanced back at him and found that he was still confused, and his expression became more and more unhappy: "These things are a complete set, not just these guns...

From the beginning of the design, I am afraid it has reached a very high degree of modularity. The parts that appear here can be used on at least four different models.

What's even more frightening is that I can't find any room for improvement... You know what this means, right? "

Paul was slightly stunned, then suddenly realized, his expression gradually became serious.

Or, the person who designed these things is an unparalleled genius who can find the closest path from countless guesses in a flash of his mind.

Or, there is a company that is secretly preparing all of this - continuous iteration, continuous experimentation, continuous collection of data, and after countless choices and eliminations, it has become what it is today.

After finishing speaking, the master skillfully loaded the magazine and performed complicated adjustments, as if he had practiced it countless times. He suddenly raised the muzzle of his gun, pointed it at the cars hanging in mid-air, and fired a series of shots. Pull the trigger.

Deafening loud noises erupted one after another, and panicked footsteps came from outside the door, as if someone wanted to rush in, but the boss Martin yelled back with a louder voice.

When the master stopped moving, several cars had been blown up, broken, and burning with raging fire.

"The power is just mediocre, incomparable to the company's explosive weapons, and the quality is too unstable and can even explode. It can be said to be complete garbage.

But...it's so cheap. "

The master murmured softly, looking down at the weapon in his hand that had small cracks and was about to be scrapped. It was difficult to conceal the admiration and horror in his eyes.

They can achieve the same effect, or even better.

But such a gun... is made from the junkiest metal materials and the most useless tools. From start to finish, it may take a skilled worker no more than three hours.

The cost is not even as much as a bottle of Kangyu Group's stimulant.

It perfectly squeezes out all the value from every part in the garbage pile, and finally achieves such an amazing price-performance ratio.

Really, awesome!

There is absolutely no value or need for replicas, just like people with deep pockets won't care about a little bit of loss, let alone change the entire production line for a set of unfamiliar designs.

But who would create such an amazing masterpiece specifically for the garbage heap?

Or is it just done randomly?

Compared with this ingenuity that made him faintly desperate, even the unknown technology that did not require any charge and relied solely on the metal reaction inside the bullet to cause damage became insignificant.

"You wouldn't understand, Paul."

The master held up the reloaded weapon in front of him and looked at it in trance: "You will never understand - the exquisite art of design, and what is hidden behind every edge and arc.

You can't imagine. "

To others, it may just be a blunt and crude lump of iron, but to him, who has been studying weapons all his life, every detail of it seems to be able to speak, talking to him about its endless magical uses and ideas.

Just by thinking about it, I seem to be able to vaguely understand its purpose. Just by thinking about it, you can feel the creative essence bred in it.

"She is really beautiful..."

In a trance, he was like a swaddle holding a baby, clinging to its cold gun body, and gradually fell into a trance: "Listen, it is singing."

Yeah, sing.

In the icy wind, the overheated metal parts trembled slightly as they cooled, made a tiny chirping sound when they cracked, and sounded like vocal cords vibrating when they rubbed against each other.

Singing, full of malicious, ferocious songs about death and destruction——

For a moment.

Even if it's just an illusion...

A man who has been immersed in the study of killing weapons his whole life feels that he has glimpsed the truth.

So close, so clear.

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After a long time.

When the smiling Paul sent the master into the carriage and stood there, watching the luxury aircraft leave, his smile gradually dissipated.

"Martin," he called softly.

"I'm here, Mr. Paul."

The burly gang leader lowered his head and leaned forward, like a tame domestic dog, smiling flatteringly.

"You don't need me to say more about what the master said just now, what will be the consequences if it gets spread, right?" Paul looked back at him coldly: "You'd better not make any mistakes."

"Yes, I understand." Martin nodded without thinking: "I will deal with it later."

"very good."

Paul nodded slightly: "Paradise Dynamics is very satisfied with your performance so far. We will continue to support you in the future. There will even be opportunities for you to move to the next level..."

No matter how long he had been a lackey, Martin still couldn't help but stop breathing when he heard that title.

Paradise power!

To the wild dogs in the lower areas, those corporate giants at the top are the supreme rulers, the true gods of the Holy City.

Even among the 'gods', Paradise Power still ranks at the forefront - its industries supply 90% of the cars in the entire Holy City, monopolize the share of all large engineering equipment, and one-third Weapons and firearms market!

"I won't say any more unnecessary words..."

Paul ordered in a cold voice, "Find this person and fight whether he lives or lives."

Martin was stunned for a moment, then nodded vigorously.

The brief hesitation was not noticed by Paul, and soon, the messenger from Paradise Power Group also left.

Martin was left standing there, staring at the blood-stained business card in his hand.

I felt an inexplicable chill.

Like a wild dog smelling the approach of winter.

So uneasy.