The Uncanny: The Knowledgeable Returns From Warhammer

Chapter 32 The First Mission

In the mechanical laboratory, Aiwen swung the hammer with one hand, and held the chisel on the sparking steel plate, gradually carving out the image of a crying angel.

The moment the last hammer fell, there seemed to be a deep sob in my ear, and the long-lost memory became turbulent and scalding like boiling water.

Just now, he rummaged through the entire three rows of bookshelves in the library, and finally got his wish, and found about ten pages of the diary of a fellow villager in the mezzanine of a classical music score.

And I can see from the diary that Roselle chose the path of the generalist just like himself. Under the influence of the potion, he completely recalled the knowledge of mathematics, physics and chemistry, started various inventions and creations, looked forward to the future, and looked forward to one day being able to Find a way home.

At the end of the diary, whenever he regarded himself as a "generalist", the digestion speed of the potion would be accelerated.

This made Aiwen couldn't help recalling the special reaction in his body when he explained the principle of bicycles to Upton and helped him improve his technology.

Putting down the hammer, he raised his hand and pushed Brenes, who was about to die, back into his pocket. He put the steel vest carved with the image of a weeping angel under his coat.

This is the second gift he prepared for the traitors and heretics besides the "Dumbomb", a relief that allows them to stand in place obediently, waiting for their heads to be shot.

Of course, these are far from enough!

Next, he will pretend to be a knowledgeable person, create more things to promote the development of the times, and bring more destructive weapons to the traitors and evil gods, and this is also part of the emperor's plan.

Thinking of this, Aiwen's fingers trembled suddenly, and he didn't come back to his senses until the laboratory door was pushed open by Upton.

At his request, the other party found a single-barreled smoothbore shotgun with a good barrel but a badly damaged body and the corresponding bullets from the arsenal.

Since there is no professional equipment, five spiral rifling is given to the barrel car, so that the warhead rotates forward at 3600 times per second.

He directly used the existing copper block and soft lead, and processed the "Foster-style slug" on a lathe driven by his own spirituality.

Its warhead is hemispherical, with a spiral groove, and the center of gravity is forward in flight. Although the helix cannot provide a gyroscopic effect, it can allow the warhead to rotate at a low speed in the air by the windward airflow, compensating for the warhead when it exits the chamber. Deviation, improve shooting accuracy, both appearance and function are similar to badminton.

What's more, it's about 12 gauge, the bullet is as thick as your thumb, and it has enough power.

In front of the workbench, Upton watched obsessively after Ivan modified the bullets, and then used the existing parts to successfully modify a set of pump action bolts on the broken single-barreled shotgun.

And not long ago, he also felt complacent by referring to the structure in the "back chain" of the manual crane and applying the "ratchet" technology to the rear wheel of the bicycle to make it more perfect.

A few minutes later, the pump-action gun in Ivan's hand gave him a blow in the head.

Let him finally understand that the person in front of him is the mechanical miracle he has been looking for.

After hesitating for a while, Upton suddenly asked anxiously:
"Mr. Stimson, can I... learn mechanics from you?"

Hearing this, Aiwen paused slightly with his finger pulling the handle of the engine, turned his head to look at Upton who was full of hope, and suddenly showed a smile.

"They are planning everything secretly, so why not me?"

Thinking of this, the smile in his eyes became even wider, as if he looked at those ignorant recruits who were recruited because of the "tithe tax" a long time ago, and said in a warm tone:
"Whoever asks for something will lose something, so what are you willing to give?"

"I……"

Upton opened his mouth, and just when he didn't know how to answer, Ikanser suddenly pushed open the door of the laboratory, hurried in with a sketch portrait, and said to the two with a serious expression:

"A ruthless transcendent has entered the city of Tingen. This is an internal wanted warrant."

"In view of the current lack of manpower in the Mechanical Heart team in Tingen City, after I negotiated with Captain Dick, it was decided that you and Upton will participate in the investigation of the key parts of the official Transcendence organization..."

In front of the workbench, Aiwen glanced at the round facial lines of the owner of the portrait, then turned to look at Ikanser who was explaining seriously, and said calmly:

"I saw him, around one o'clock this morning, next to an apartment in Lower Iron Cross Street."

"What did you say? Iron Cross down the street?"

Ikanser, who was choked suddenly, almost failed, but before he asked carefully what happened, he saw Aiwen carrying the explosively modified shotgun behind his back, walking towards the door, and yelling at Upton at the same time. He beckoned and said:

"Let's go, we have a new mission!"

After all, he left the laboratory directly and walked quickly through the corridor of the station without stopping.

When the gate of the Antiquities Protection Association of Tingen City was pushed open, the sky was already pale at five o'clock in the morning, and yellow and thin figures pierced through the early morning mist, and rushed to the unknown distance.

Not far behind, Upton, who had obtained Ikanser's consent and brought all the equipment, trotted up, opened the investigation materials in his hand, and read carefully:

"The suspect, Tris, is suspected to be the instigator of the Assassin Pathway Sequence 8. He caused the Clover disaster at sea more than a month ago, causing at least hundreds of deaths..."

After reading the materials in his hand verbatim, seeing that Aiwen was still walking briskly and did not make any response, Upton couldn't help but asked again:
"Mr. Stimson, where are we going?"

"Iron Cross is going down the street." Ai Wen said without looking back: "However, there is a high chance that there will be no gains."

After that, he sighed helplessly: "It would be great if there was a bicycle."

"bicycle?"

Upton, who understood it instantly, reached out and stopped a taxi. After showing his police badge, the driver, who was still a little hesitant, immediately ignored the gun behind Aiwen.

Under Upton's urging, they staggered all the way to Iron Cross Street, and the sky was already fully lit.

Downstairs in the dilapidated apartment, Ivan looked up at the third floor, and suddenly lowered his head and said as if talking to himself:

"Do you know which room he came out of?"

"You mean that idiot from the Witch Family?"

In the jacket pocket, Brenes stuck out half of his head, glanced at the roof with button-stitched eyeballs, and then said slowly: "Go upstairs, I should be able to feel the smell he left behind."

As soon as the words fell, Ivan took off the shotgun behind him, walked into the door of the apartment, and rushed to the third floor along the narrow stairs.

At the same time, I heard Brenes remind me: "The third room on the left!"

In the narrow and dim corridor, Ai Wen squinted his eyes, scanning back and forth around the room on the left, and immediately had a calculation in his heart:

"The door of the apartment is too narrow to accommodate two people side by side, and there is not even a flash bomb among the intrusion weapons, not to mention infrasonic bombs and high-frequency pulse grenades, so we can only charge hard!"

Then, he leaned against the wall on the left, loaded the shotgun, pointed the muzzle at about forty degrees diagonally downward, and walked slowly towards the third room.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, he stretched out his arms to Upton who came after him, closed his fingers tightly, and then swung to the direction behind him, indicating that the other party moved closer to him.

So that when the goal is broken later, even if you fall to the ground after being attacked, the follow-up team members can output firepower immediately without being affected.

Arriving at the door of the room, Aiwen used the modified method, with the tip of his tongue against the roof of his mouth, ready to activate his vision before entering, and when he was observing the situation inside the room, he suddenly stopped abruptly.

After a soft rustling sound, the door of the opposite room suddenly opened. A sleepy little boy, carrying a schoolbag hand-sewn from scraps of cloth, suddenly noticed something unusual in the corridor, and then opened his eyes wide, looking at it curiously. Holding the weapon in Ivan's hand.

But at the next moment, the middle-aged lady who went out a little later picked up the little boy who was stunned in the corridor with a panicked expression, dragged him into the room like crazy, and slammed the door hard.

"There are too many ordinary people here...I advise you to pay attention to your emotional changes!" Brenes' faint voice came from his pocket.

"In the past, I didn't go through the door, or jump out the window.

"Instead of dragging the chainsaw sword, go straight in from the roof!"

With a silent chuckle, Ai Wen suddenly stepped on his leg, and amidst the crisp sound of the board breaking, the door that was originally closed was thrown towards the inside and slammed in.

(End of this chapter)