Become a super arms dealer with the workshop system

Chapter 16 Ammunition Production
In Afrika, few people spend so much money on a suit so formal that cuff buttons are needed to secure the cuffs.

"Sonda!" Just as the two were thinking about the origin of this cufflink, a panting voice came from a distance: "The sentinel at the door has fallen asleep, but he is still alive, and the gun is still there."

A black guy who looked very young ran over. Because of his skin color, Han Feng didn't see him until he was very close.

"Did you fall asleep?" Suonda was stunned. The movement of the truck just now was not small. It was difficult not to wake up the sleeping people after passing the gate once in and out twice, and those sentries were carefully selected by him. Come out, a relatively reliable person, and he has never encountered such a situation when checking the sentry.

"Hmm...slept very hard, we called him for a long time before waking him up." The black guy touched the top of his head and replied, he looked only 15 years old at most, he was probably a child laborer, but in CAF is normal.

Han Feng leaned close to Suonda's ear and whispered: "Maybe they were drugged. Judging from the behavior of these people just now, they should not be prepared to be tough. It may not be the first time."

This was the judgment Suonda was most unwilling to hear, but he knew in his heart that what Han Feng said was likely to be true.

After a short period of chaos, the mining area returned to calm again. Most of the miners had to go to work the next day, so they went back to rest after confirming that there was nothing wrong. Only Han Feng, Suonda, and others were left in the warehouse. three people.

It happened to be the three who went to repair the gun with them last time, and they should be Suonda's cronies.

"Put in the nitric acid you want first, and leave after dawn, which can be counted on their account." Suonda's first words made Han Feng surprised.

This kid looked honest and reliable, but immediately after the incident, he could think of relying on this accident to settle his account, and I'm afraid it wasn't the first time he did it.

With the joint efforts of five people and a forklift, a [-]-liter aluminum storage tank was quickly loaded into the cargo box of the pickup truck. Although it was damaged in the shootout just now, the vehicle's power system and walking There is no problem with the system and it can continue to run.

"Don't you need to count the losses?"

After installing the car, Han Feng sat in the driver's seat and waited for dawn. Because both lights were broken, it must be impossible to drive at night, and even repairing the car would be troublesome.

"Need, but...can't be in a hurry. This warehouse is too big, and it will take about a week at the earliest to tidy it all up. Just now, I wanted to save my life because I wanted to ask them what they stole." Suonda took out A cigarette, but it was not lit, just put it under the nose and sniffed it, then put it back in the pack.

Now that we have talked here, Han Feng also asked the doubts he had just now: "Is there anything valuable in this warehouse, the kind that is worth their trouble to come in and steal?"

This time it was another person who answered. He showed off his skills in driving a forklift just now, and he was probably in charge of the warehouse.

"Some copper ingots and lead ingots were used when you came to repair things before, and they are the most valuable things. There are also a lot of trusses, which are made of steel, and then... there are all kinds of miscellaneous electronic components and you. The nitric acid on the car is actually industrial supplies in this warehouse, and it’s not worth much.”

"But they came in with a truck, and anything, even lime or logs, would sell for a lot of money if it was full," a third added.

"Speaking of this." Han Feng looked at the rising sun in the distance: "Who does this salt mine belong to, the CAF government, or which company?"

Suonda's identity is probably a mine manager or foreman, but in Han Feng's impression, he has always been in charge of things, even the construction of the mine's armed forces.

"Theoretically, it is." The old miner who drove the forklift said, "But Bunge has not been in charge of us for many years. Now this mine is considered to be our own, and we are responsible for our own profits and losses."

Han Feng noticed that when he spoke, he held the cigarette under his nose and smelled it for a long time like Suonda, but he did not light it.

"Are you going to quit smoking?"

"Huh?" The four people on the opposite side looked at Han Feng together, as if wondering why there was such a problem, and then looked at the cigarettes in their hands, and suddenly realized: "No, there are some mines in this warehouse. Emulsion explosives, so open flames are strictly prohibited."

Because he wanted to avoid people's eyes and ears, Han Feng didn't stay for breakfast. Seeing that the sky was getting brighter, he drove away from the mining area and returned to his workshop.

The system can directly scan and absorb various raw materials, which is almost a kind of subspace technology, so Han Feng does not need to worry about the long-term storage of dangerous chemicals such as fuming nitric acid.

He has long adapted to the situation in Africa, and no one thought of calling the police about the theft of the mine from the beginning to the end.

This salt mine is somewhat similar to an old state-owned enterprise in Huaxia. Although it is geographically located near Borda, it is not under the jurisdiction of Borda administratively. Abel’s police station has less than [-] people including the old, weak, sick and disabled. There is no energy left.

As for the three people who died, no one cared, Africa, death is as common as breathing.

It was already noon when he returned to the workshop, and after obtaining a full [-] liters of nitric acid, Han Feng was finally able to produce the ammunition he had dreamed of.

There may not be much market for selling guns in places with a lot of guns, but selling bullets will definitely be popular.

Sitting on a chair, Han Feng watched the yellow-orange 7N10M bullets being produced from the workshop, and gradually filled the table at hand. He suddenly had a wonderful feeling. He was fascinated by the industrialized assembly line since he was a child. Even the majors I chose in college were related to it, but I never thought that one day I would get my own factory and produce ammunition.

Of course, with the current level of the super workshop, things with a little bit of high technology are powerless, such as the PG7V armor-piercing bullet used in RPG7, the system cannot produce it at present, even if it is scanned.

Han Feng roughly concluded that the workshop should have a set of built-in logic similar to the technology tree. For example, the current level 1 workshop does not have technology related to rocket power, so it cannot produce the range-extending engine required by PG7V, but as long as you buy the blueprint, you can Produce technically more difficult grenades of the VOG or GPD series.

After all, some of the weapons that are everywhere are cheap because those industrial powers have produced amazing quantities, but if you really want to build new ones from scratch, it is not easy.

So the core problem is to make money, and if you make money, you will get workshop points, and you can get more complicated blueprints. Although he doesn't know how to upgrade this thing, he probably can't escape this routine.

Since Han Feng has not been able to produce a 5.45 caliber gun so far, it is impossible to produce too many bullets in advance. After putting the [-] rounds of trial-produced bullets into a plastic box, Han Feng raised his wrist and looked at his watch. , I realized that it was time for dinner again before I knew it.

This Tissot watch was still taken from Major Cato, an atheist who didn't feel unlucky, so he always wore it.

As a daily life, it is impossible for Han Feng to go to Huang Qiao's restaurant for every meal. He built a small kitchen on the third floor of the maintenance factory. Few Chinese people can resist themselves when they have money and leisure. The temptation to cook, and the second floor is a small but quite exquisite living room.

After all, it's a business, regardless of whether there are people, the shelves are set up first, and it will be too late to decorate when needed.

From the workshop to the vegetable market almost passes through the entire urban area. The main road of Boda can only barely accommodate two cars driving in the opposite direction, and it is even worse if pedestrians are considered, so Han Feng usually walks there.

The arrival of the Belgian army still caused some changes around Boda. They built barricades at some key intersections outside the city, and you can often see groups of soldiers patrolling the streets.

The Afrikaners, at least the CAF people, have a complicated mentality towards these former European colonists. Most people don't like them, but there is no trustworthy armed force in the local area.

In the event of war, unprotected cities and villages are almost left to be slaughtered.

Coincidentally, Han Feng saw the French journalist Antoine who lived in Huang Qiao's store near the market, and he was taking photos of several Belgian soldiers on patrol.

It was only then that Han Feng remembered that he said he was a freelance reporter.

Of course the western journalists... run fast enough.

"Han, I remember your name correctly, right?"

An Tuowan was obviously staring at the front with all his attention, but he saw Han Feng diagonally behind him, and turned his head to say hello to him.

"Uh... I remember correctly, are you looking for news materials?"

Although An Tuowan had helped Huang Qiao before, Han Feng still didn't want to entangle him too much. Besides, the sun was about to set, and the market might close if he didn't hurry up.

However, An Tuowan put away the camera directly and followed Han Feng's footsteps.

"Yes, now the Black Flag forces have penetrated into Europe, so Europeans are very concerned about the situation in the Middle East and Africa. I came to CAF this time to find some positive news to tell the Europeans that the Black Flag organization is not It has not affected the vast majority of countries," Antoine said while fiddling with the camera.

"Is it positive news for the Belgians to occupy the local cattle farm as a military camp?" Han Feng thought of the incident at the police station a week ago, and it was natural that the farm owner suffered in the end.

Antoine spread his hands indifferently: "It doesn't count, but it's fine if the Belgian army came to CAF to fight against the Black Flag organization. Besides, I heard that it was also compensated by that person."

Han Feng helped his forehead helplessly. He also heard some rumors in the past few days that the so-called compensation was only 10000 euros. He thought that these Europeans at least knew how to be ashamed.

Clearly not everywhere, demolition amounts to instant riches.

(End of this chapter)