Infinite Stream Metaverse

Chapter 122 Ammunition Technology Expansion
In the large warehouse attached to the small experimental building.

It was getting dark, but the warehouse was still brightly lit.

Several large precision machine tools are running non-stop at high speed, countless huge industrial mechanical arms are raising and lowering, arc welding, forging, stamping, smelting...

As Hanmer Industry continues to deliver all kinds of top-notch processing equipment to Fu Qinghai's stronghold, the degree of automation in the large warehouse of Fu Qinghai's laboratory is also getting higher and higher. At least for now, the production of ceramic steel- It is no longer necessary for Fu Qinghai to operate the titanium alloy-plastic steel composite outer armor plate.

As mentioned above, the outer ceramic steel armor of the space warrior is stable and powerful, but it is a consumable in a high-intensity space war. If this kind of thing needs to be continuously replenished, if Fu Qinghai needs to manually cast it, then Tony S. The level of Tucker's electronic soul backup + Astarte technical sergeant is also too low.

Handing over the casting work of ceramic-steel composite armor to the industrial automation equipment group that Fu Qinghai personally modified and programmed, Fu Qinghai is now concentrating on more sophisticated and complex manufacturing work——

bomb.

The first two boxes of bombs produced by hand, one box of standard bombs, that is, mass explosive bombs that will explode after hitting the target; Spent in battle.

How cool it is when you pull the trigger, and how tired you are when you rub the bomb, it's just so unstoppable.

So far, Fu Qinghai still has to rub the bombs with his hands.

There is no way, this work is too complicated and dangerous, Fu Qinghai is worried about handing it over to the industrial automation equipment team.

Military fans with a little bit of common sense know that among the individual weapons fired with gunpowder, the bullet with the highest technological content is always the bullet, not the gun itself.

In the previous life, many countries on Earth had the ability to automate the production of firearms, but they did not have the ability to automate the production of bullets. In the heavy industry of national defense, the most basic things such as bullets had to be imported.

This is normal.

Fu Qinghai was still dressed in a black vest and overalls and Martin boots, standing in front of the laboratory table, with a dark green auxiliary electronic glasses stuck in his right eye, and he was concentrating on operating it.

The iron-gray device stuck on Fu Qinghai's face covers a quarter of his face, full of Warhammer 40K style, yes, it is the same model as the green mechanical prosthetic eye embedded in the eye socket by Master Quinto .

It can assist Fu Qinghai to read the precise data of various parts, such as shaft diameter, hole position, runout, etc., omitting the steps of using a measuring instrument, and switching between multiple lenses for different measurement modes, which can be described as a sharp tool for manual work.

Many technical priests of the Mechanicus no longer have naked eyes, and it is even common to have seven or eight mechanical prosthetic eyes on one face.

The first thing Fu Qinghai built was a quality explosive bomb, that is, a standard explosive bomb.

A standard bomb consists of the following components:
Solid fuel rocket propellant base, cartridge case with conventional charge, gyro stabilizer, mass response fuze, warhead, primary explosive charge, dense metal core.

Bolt weapons, like chainsaw weapons, occupy a mid-range position in the armament system of the human empire. They are cosmetic weapons that can only be commonly installed by the Astartes Legion. Although bolt guns are not as expensive as power weapons and plasma weapons As a result, only Astartes officers can hold it. Everyone in Astartes has a bolt gun, but this does not mean that a bolt weapon is a common piece of equipment on the street.

On the contrary, the imagination space for the further development of bomb weapons for bomb types is very huge.

Fu Qinghai once walked past a box of Kraken armor-piercing bombs in the arsenal of the Ultramarine Sosaran. The cost of this special bomb that can penetrate vehicles is not lower than that of a power sword.

Unlike most weaponry forged by the Mechanicus Forge Worlds, Special Bolts are generally handcrafted by the respective Techmarines of the Space Marine Legions.

For example, the Blood Fragment Bomb, invented by the Tech Sergeant of the Blood Angels Legion, has a bolt-shaped warhead that bursts out blade-like shrapnel, tearing apart armor and flesh.

For example, the shrapnel bomb, invented by the Iron Warriors Technician, is a 1.0 caliber heavy explosive bomb that replaces the dense metal core with an additional blast cluster, which can be air-bursted to form a barrage.

For example, the Fatal Strike Bomb was invented by Alpha Legion technical sergeants. The principle is unknown, only that the firing range is shorter than ordinary bombs, but a single shot can penetrate the ceramic-steel composite armor of power armor. It is specially designed to kill space warriors. Developed special bombs.

During the Horus Rebellion, fatal strike bombs were widely used in the massacre at the Isstvan V planetary landing site. From this bomb, it can be seen that the bad guys of Alpha have been preparing for it. State civil war.

It is a pity that the above-mentioned special explosive bombs are the unique technology of each space warrior legion. Fu Qinghai, who learned from Master Kunto, does not know the manufacturing principle. He has produced three boxes of quality explosive bombs by hand at this moment, which happens to be three full. The amount of drums, the next step is to rub a special explosive bomb that was shared in the military casting world in the 30K period——

Scorpio bombs.

This special bomb uses a two-stage warhead containing a microguidance system and a needle-shaped armor-piercing dart that vaporizes when it hits an armored target, enhancing armor penetration.

The disadvantage is that this thing is a little unstable. In the words of the Mechanicus, the machine soul has a moody personality, so it needs to be reloaded manually, and it cannot be placed in the drum with other explosive bombs.

Five, Fu Qinghai only produced five Scorpio bombs, and put them in the metal weapon belt as a treasure.

In order to match these five guided special bombs, Fu Qinghai installed a tactical pendant on the back of the newly restored Phobos-type standard bolt gun——it can be connected to the helmet goggles of the power armor sight, and an extended barrel.

Fu Qinghai's bolter is actually a bit complicated. It itself has a drum and a grenade launcher hanging below it. Now there are two more modifications: the sight on the back of the gun and the extended barrel at the muzzle.

In the Human Empire, there is a simple way to judge whether a weapon belongs to the highest level of quality control precision weapons: look at whether there are exquisite gold-plated, skull reliefs, eagle-wing emblems and the like on the weapon.

The reliability and durability of Seiko weapons are far higher than mass-produced weapons produced on the assembly line.

All of Fu Qinghai's weapons are made by himself, and the quality control quality is at the level of precision weapons, but he doesn't like those metaphysical buff bonuses, so the appearance of the weapons is still simple, cold and tough, without extra decorations.

……

At this time, New York, Juliet Supperclub nightclub.

In the innermost VIP box, a woman sat alone on a luxurious leather sofa.

Outside the sound-proof glass, deafening sound waves rolled, and a skinny black DJ with a naked upper body holding a microphone was standing in front of the audio equipment and shouting, while the black crowd below was shaking their heads to the rhythm.

Justin Hammer remained expressionless, and slowly poured a bottle of Hennessy Cognac in a crystal bottle into a glass with ice wine stones floating in it, and drank it all in one gulp.

A blush appeared on the delicate wheat-colored face. Justine Hammer looked forward out of focus, wondering what he was thinking.

As the only daughter of the head of Hammer Industry, the New York chaebol princess, Justin Hammer is used to drinking in the box even if she is alone, instead of going to the bar and enduring the endless accusations of flamboyant men.

Justine Hammer poured another glass of wine and drank it down again.

There are two pieces of news that hit her hard.

The first one, her father, Justin Hammer, was diagnosed with advanced pancreatic cancer, and time was running out. Old Hammer decided to move to live in Hammer Industries' space station in Earth orbit, thinking that this would prolong his life.

Second, Justin Hammer rejected Justin Hammer's request to take control of Hammer Industries.

Justin Hammer didn't know which of these two things hit him more.

Justine is not a cute, silly, sweet, rich girl. She knows what her father does. Justine Hammer is smart and quick-witted. She has greater ambitions than her father. is a necessary condition for this to happen.

But I don't know why my father has been unable to recognize himself.

Am I that bad?
Justine Hammer lowered his head, thinking silently.

She knew that Hammer Industries used to use unparalleled financial resources to hire and arm super villains, and then dispatched super villains to fight against Hammer Industries' competitors.

Justine Hammer tries to prove to his father that he has the wrist and the ability to command and lead a gang of supervillains.

The most important thing is to cultivate and build their superpower team in the future.

So she chose Fu Qinghai as her target.

Trying to use his own charm to win over the man who made his father admire him and never forget him.

That powerful and mysterious man.

However the result was a failure.

This sense of frustration made her even more disheartened and dejected.

The tea table in front of the sofa was already filled with three empty wine bottles, all of which were spirits like cognac. Justine Hammer leaned slowly towards the sofa, his curly hair messily draped over his face, The red lips parted slightly, and let out a breath of alcohol.

At this time, outside the gate of the nightclub.

It had just rained in the streets at night, and the ground was wet, reflecting the light of neon lights in the distance.

Two tall and strong night security guards, wearing sunglasses, headsets, and tight black suits, with their hands in front of them, turned away those who did not have an appointment or who were not qualified.

The clothes around his waist were bulging, and it looked like he was wearing a weapon.

At this time, the entry time of the nightclub has passed, and the disco girls who have not booked a booth or a separate table are gathering outside the door in twos and threes, waiting for a rich man with good money to show up, and by the way Bring yourself in.

A burly man in a black raincoat with a face that cannot be seen clearly appeared on the street and slowly approached the nightclub gate.

The two night security guards narrowed their eyes instantly, looking up and down at the man approaching the door.

Nearly three meters tall, with shoulders that are too wide, is there an awl or something on the raincoat above his head?
The two security guards in sunglasses slowly put their hands on the weapons at their waists.

"Don't worry, brother."

The man in the raincoat spoke in a low voice.

He gently lifted a corner of the raincoat, revealing half of his face. It was a white man with a fleshy face. There seemed to be something wrapped around his cheeks, which could not be seen clearly in the night.

"it's me."

The two security guards were startled and said:

"Alexey, why are you back?"

The man put down the corner of his raincoat and said in a muffled voice:
"I've come to take back what's mine."

One of the security guards took a step back and said in a deep voice:
"Alexey, I remember you were kicked out of the gang by Ivanov. What are you doing back again? Also, why are you so tall now?"

Alexei, the man in the black raincoat, said lightly:

"This is a matter between Ivanov and I. You don't need to worry about it. For the sake of working together, I advise you two to get out of the way. I promise that you will not be implicated."

Another security guard in a suit raised his hand and held the pistol at his waist, saying:
"Alexey, this is a territory controlled by Russian gangsters in New York. I can't let you in. If I let you in, I will lose my job."

"Humph."

The man in the raincoat snorted coldly.

"Then don't blame me for being rude."

After speaking, he lifted off the big raincoat he was wearing, revealing his true face.

"Oh my God……"

The two security guards holding pistols were stunned. A little giant with swollen muscles appeared in front of them. His whole body was covered with a thick layer of light gray unknown substance, like some kind of rough skin. There are two light gray curved horns, one large and one small, on the top of the head.

Curved horns like a rhinoceros.

The disco girls around all looked at this man in surprise.

Alexei slowly bent down, bent his knees in a preparatory sprint, and pointed the two corners at the nightclub gate
"Clap clap clap!"

The two security guards pointed their pistols at him without hesitation and pulled the trigger.

However, when the bullets hit him, there was only a dull sound, and then they fell to the ground one by one.

Alexei's thigh muscles swelled, and with a roar, he rushed to the nightclub gate with all his strength.

"Boom! Boom—"

……

Just as Fu Qinghai finished building five Scorpio bombs, the mobile phone on the table rang.

Pick up and connect.

"Hey?"

"Mr. Quentin, I need your help in an emergency."

It was Nathan Lemon, and his tone was anxious.

"what's up?"

Fu Qinghai asked.

"Miss Justine was in the Juliet Supperclub on 21st Street in Chelsea, and there was an emergency there, our people couldn't get in, and Miss Justine was trapped."

Fu Qinghai was puzzled and said:

"Didn't you claim that as long as it's not a place Tony Stark frequents, you can settle it? Why can't you even solve a nightclub riot?"

Nathan Lemon hurriedly explained:
"No, Mr. Quentin, no, the situation is a bit complicated. The other party is a person with superpowers, a reformed person who doesn't know where he came from. Mr. Hammer is on the orbital space station. I don't have time to ask him for instructions. I hope you... hope you For the sake of Mr. Hammer, you can help us, well, in fact, Miss Justine has always admired you, she..."

"Okay, I see."

Fu Qinghai ruthlessly interrupted Nathan Lemon's incoherent speech, and said directly:
"I am going now."

Although Fu Qinghai is still using the experimental site and equipment provided by Hammer Industries, Fu Qinghai and Justin Hammer both know that they are already in a state of mutual indifference.

In this cooperation, it is Fu Qinghai who dominates, not Hanmer Industries.

But since they are working together, it is not impossible to do a little favor and sell some thin noodles to Old Han Mo.

Fu Qinghai got up from the experimental table and looked at the Blue Shell power armor standing aside. The mechanical arm was still assembling ceramic-steel composite armor plates on the armor.

The power armor has not been repaired yet.

Justin Hammer has gone to the orbiting space station?

Fu Qinghai picked up a coat from the back of the chair and put it on, feeling the meaning behind Nathan Lemon's words in his heart.

Fu Qinghai didn't read much of Marvel's superhero personal magazine, but he happened to read Iron Man's.

Justin Hammer ran to the orbiting space station because he had cancer, and he thought it would prolong his life.

I don't know which quack doctor told him.

It may also be that he went to the doctor in a hurry.

Without a power armor, he had to take the power sword and the bolt gun first. Fu Qinghai walked out of the warehouse with a big bag, opened the trunk of the Hummer H2, which he hadn't driven for a long time, and threw the big bag in his hand. in the trunk.

Fu Qinghai stepped on the accelerator to the bottom, the engine roared, and the off-road vehicle went straight to the coordinates provided by Nathan Lemon.

Holding the steering wheel with one hand, I thought about the last question:
Justin Hammer has always admired me?
Why didn't I see it.

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(End of this chapter)