Let you make a pistol, what the hell is this mecha?

As soon as Ye Bai's voice fell, the Gray Duck, which had already been prepared, immediately opened the weapon box, and the next moment it opened its mouth so wide that it could stuff an ostrich egg into it.

"Fuck!"

"Where did you get this thing!"

"This is not going to be installed on that car!?"

Gray Duck was obviously taken aback.

But when you think about it, anyone who opens this weapon box and sees what's inside will not be shocked.

Even if Gray Duck was given another ten brains, he would never have imagined that Ye Bai would actually put this thing on the car.

Although this thing itself is mounted on a vehicle, but if I remember correctly, Ye Bai's research and development project is an infantry carrier vehicle, not a 747 rocket artillery vehicle.

"Are you satisfied with the things?" Ye Bai asked with a smile.

"Satisfied! Very satisfied!"

Gray Duck nodded vigorously.

Just kidding, can you be dissatisfied with something that can kill an airplane in one shot?

"Then do you like it?" Ye Bai continued to ask.

"I like it! I like it very much!"

Gray Duck felt that what Ye Bai asked was nonsense.

This shape, this cost, this body shape, this power, who doesn't like it?

"How is it? Do you think it's fierce enough now?"

Ye Bai found that he liked Gray Duck's current expression very much, he was shocked and cute but also full of longing and longing.

It looks like a young woman in her thirties who is dissatisfied with desire and a strong young man with eight-pack abs.

"Fierce! Must be fierce!"

Gray Duck covered it with one hand, feeling the structure that was cold on the outside but very hot on the inside.

"SSR tracking anti-aircraft missile, the latest generation product of the General Armament Department, is a relatively advanced medium-low altitude short-range surface-to-air missile!"

Gray Duck continued to say: "The projectile is 1.88 meters long, with a diameter of 0.125 meters, a maximum speed of Mach 3, and a maximum range of 10 kilometers. The warhead is a continuous thin rod type, which can be launched all-weather, mobile, and vertically."

After hearing the data reported by Gray Duck, Ye Bai was a little surprised.

But it wasn't the missile data that surprised him. After all, he personally selected this air defense missile and asked the old chief who admired him very much to get it.

What is really surprising is that Gray Duck, a former special soldier and now a secret service officer, is so familiar with this kind of missile. It seems that he still underestimated Gray Duck.

After the gray duck was surprised, he looked at Ye Bai again, and asked with strange eyes: "I said, brother, what we are researching is really an infantry carrier? If you are making some high-end automatic weapons, I have to abide by the confidentiality regulations and quit." gone."

After hearing this, Ye Bai laughed, and then asked, "Is there any regulation that clearly states that infantry carriers cannot carry anti-aircraft missiles?"

Gray Duck shook his head, "That's really not the case."

"That's it!"

Ye Bai glanced at Gray Duck angrily, and then said to him, "There's still a weapon box, quickly unpack it for me, we'll put it back on later to have a look!"

Hearing Ye Bai's words, Gray Duck immediately took action.

This feeling is much more interesting than opening a blind box.

After all, even the anti-aircraft missiles are equipped, so the other one is not far behind!

When Gray Duck opened the second weapon box, as expected, he was able to put an ostrich egg in his mouth again.

Gray Duck looked at Ye Bai, then at the guy in the weapon box, and repeated this several times.

It wasn't until Ye Bai was annoyed by the look that Gray Duck was suspicious (bhcd) again and said: "I'm sure again, are we really building a multi-functional infantry carrier?"

Ye Bai nodded as a matter of course.

Gray Duck got the answer, but the more he thought about it, the more wrong he was. He pointed to the exaggerated guy in the weapon box and said, "Then the imaginary enemy of our carrier is the enemy fighter jet or the ground vitality group, and we need to use this thing?"

Ye Bai naturally knew Gray Duck's doubts, after all, no one had ever seen a carrier with such powerful firepower.

Ye Bai asked again: "Is there any regulation that clearly states that infantry carriers cannot be equipped with multiple rocket launchers?"

Gray Duck shook his head again, "That's not true either."

"That's it!"

Ye Bai spread his hands, and said earnestly: "You are an infantryman, don't you want to have such a fierce guy in your hands? Or do you call for artillery support and air support when you encounter trouble, and then wait a while to clean the battlefield?"

"Think about it, in the future, will your comrades-in-arms feel confident when they encounter the enemy while driving the carrier vehicle we developed?"

Gray Duck nodded heavily, and said, "Not only will you be very confident, but you will also want to fuck his mother!"

"Isn't that good?" Ye Bai asked again.

"Very good, and very good!"

Gray Duck answered without hesitation.

"If that's the case, why don't you hurry up and work!"

Saying that, Ye Bai pushed the toolbox in front of Gray Duck.

Gray Duck immediately started to act with a smirk.

He looked at the two boxes of weapons as if they were lovers, wishing he could hug them to sleep at night.

That cold touch, that fiery heart fascinated him so much.

Since that day, people in the North Armory found that they often saw gray ducks with silly smiles on their faces.

Although I don't know why, this gray duck with a smirk is obviously more friendly to the people than the gray duck with a cold face, so that the gray duck has a few more friends.

And the group of people under Gray Duck were wondering if their captain had fallen in love.

But seeing Gray Duck running to Ye Bai's old workshop every day, they not only came up with an extremely bold idea in their minds.

Could it be the macho fencing?

Even Zhang Kaiming, who lived in the same room with Ye Bai, couldn't help but tremble with fear when he was sleeping. It was clearly summer, but he wrapped himself up tightly.