Chapter 162 162. Fire God Cannon and Tri-Protective Suit
Alexander personally took Lu Yao to the workshop.
There was a pile of items on the ground covered with canvas, which, when suddenly lifted, revealed three "Fire God Cannons" standing quietly erect.
This Gatling Gun, made up of 6 barrels, exuded a modern and rigid beauty of machinery. Its appearance resembled a Gatling Gun magnified countless times.
However, the size difference between the two is like that of a soda bottle and a pencil, with the Gatling Gun looking extremely petite by comparison.
Alexander patted these killing tools, proudly introducing them, "Behold these beautiful and elegant gods of slaughter—
20MM caliber, an initial velocity of 1 kilometer per second, firing high-explosive and armor-piercing rounds; the firing rate is adjustable, up to 6 thousand rounds per minute;
With the firing cycle distributed among 6 barrels, the lifespan of the machine gun has been greatly extended."
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Lu Yao, after admiring them for a while, was very satisfied, especially with the initial velocity of the Fire God Cannon's projectiles and their durability.
Because after using a GSh-23 cannon just once, he had identified two flaws—
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One, the projectile's initial velocity was too slow, only 700 meters per second. When targeting enemies at a distance, if the enemy is as fast as Yang Qing and possesses a Spirit Refining Stage, it would be very hard to hit them.
Two, the barrels overheated too easily. After all, just two barrels were supposed to handle a firing rate of up to 3000 rounds per minute, and they would turn red-hot in no time, running the risk of bursting.
This was fine on an airplane with airflow to help dissipate the heat, but not when held in hand.
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Lu Yao immediately paid, handing over his large backpack to Alexander's bodyguard like tossing away a bag of trash, since he didn't care about money that he had acquired for free.
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The bodyguard received the bag and upon opening it, found it was full of cash, certainly no less than a million. He hastily started counting with a money verifier.
Alexander was very pleased with the quick payment, becoming even keener to retain this major client so as to save enough for a comfortable retirement.
After all, the former President was ranked third on the Forbes list of "Yukolon Tycoons." He too should follow this example and strive earnestly!
Thinking this, his expression became a few degrees more sincere as he said,
"Lu, you're a straightforward person, and I really like that! Marshal Factory will always welcome you! I'll give you 10,000 rounds of ammunition as a token of my friendship, and from now on, all your ammunition purchases will be half-priced!"
"Thank you," Lu Yao responded nonchalantly with a nod.
When one possesses strength, the way they view things changes completely. With his current abilities, a little money was completely out of his consideration.
At that moment, Lu Yao remembered his other purpose and asked, "Do you have military 'Heavy-duty NBC Suits'? I want to buy three sets."
The "Heavy-duty NBC Suit" protects against the harm of "nuclear radiation, chemical, and biological weapons" and is essential equipment for key national facilities.
Alexander naturally said,
"Of course, Marshal's Tank Factory even has an underground nuclear bunker, naturally equipped with 'Heavy-duty NBC Suits.' Dear Lu, let me gift you three suits as a present to witness our friendship."
After saying this, he immediately instructed his subordinates to fetch them. Nowadays, Yukolon was just a poor and insignificant country that didn't even qualify for the use of nuclear weapons, making "Heavy-duty NBC Suits" merely ornamental.
Lu Yao did not decline, adding, "Alright, I'll buy some more ammunition then."
After speaking, he handed over another bag of money. These were all ill-gotten gains from plunder, not his own money, so he didn't mind spending it in the slightest.
Alexander personally took the money bag, pulled out a roll, took a sniff, and excitedly said, "No problem, just give me a moment."
He went over to the bullet production line in the workshop and shouted a few orders in the local language.
The equipment that was originally producing 7.62mm bullets was adjusted by the workers, and then it started operating at full capacity producing "20MM cannon projectiles."
Amid the "clang clang clang" of noise, the primer, casing, and projectile were all automatically produced and assembled, then flowed out along the conveyor belt, producing a thousand rounds per minute.
This was already outdated equipment; the new machines in Xia Country not only had higher output but could also automatically sort out defective bullets and neatly pack them in boxes.
Lu Yao watched the scene he had never seen before with great interest, suddenly feeling that it wasn't bullets that truly restrained Martial Artists in Otherworld, but rather industrial assembly lines like this.
Tools of slaughter were ceaselessly produced, killing one's own kind now needed but the twitch of a finger, no longer requiring the long and arduous hammering and tempering.
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Meanwhile, the bodyguard fetched three sets of "Heavy-duty NBC Suits," and then tested them with considerable professionalism to ensure there were no issues.
There were also two workshop workers cranking the "Reloader," inserting the extra cannonballs Lu Yao had purchased into the "Ammo Box."
Having witnessed the defense of an Innate Martial Artist comparable to an armored vehicle, they all purchased armor-piercing rounds.
Each of these cannonballs was as big as a soda bottle, stored in "Ammo Boxes" that resembled travel suitcases.
The "Ammo Boxes" were connected to the Gatling Gun via an ammunition rail, and firing could commence with the simple pull of the trigger on the handle.
After busying themselves for a while, they finally finished their work, and the workers carried all the equipment onto a "Mars" truck from the Iron Alliance era, which was also a friendly gift from Alexander.
In the end, Alexander, with his subordinates, waved goodbye warmly, bidding farewell to the newly developed "big customer" until Lu Yao disappeared from sight, then they reluctantly returned.
An old man missing an arm, wearing faded military fatigues, leaned against a rust-covered T54 tank, sipping from a bottle of strong liquor lazily, as if all before him was commonplace.
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After leaving the factory, Lu Yao took out his phone and called Qi Cuiya from the International Jewelry Trading Center.
The call was quickly answered, "Mr. Lu, do you have something precious to sell again?"
"Not this time, I'm actually asking for a favor," he said.
Qi Cuiya had made a fair amount of money through Lu Yao and promptly said, "Just tell me what you need."
"I remember your family is in the antique trade. Could you help me look into something? A triangle with an eye in the middle, I'll send you the detailed design," he requested.
"No problem, a small matter. I'll have a look for you, and even if I can't find anything, there's still my great-uncle," she reassured.
"Then I'll leave it in your hands. If you can find a clue, I have a genuine masterpiece to offer you in gratitude," he promised.
"Mr. Lu, you're too polite," she replied.
Lu Yao hung up the phone, aware that the Qi family had been in the antique trade for several generations, with extensive connections in the field; they should be able to dig up some leads... to clarify what exactly was in his head and what the relationship might be between the two worlds.
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Jin Garden
When Lu Yao arrived home, it was already deep into the night.
Liao Qe was asleep, snoring like a pig, and it seemed that only fireworks next to her ear would wake her.
Lu Yao wrapped his arms around her and fell asleep, not waking until the next morning.
Upon waking and seeing her beloved next to her, Liao Qe immediately climbed on with joy.
Lu Yao knocked her out with a blast of pure Inner Breath, then massaged her with 'Art of the Dragon Slayer Manual.'
By the time Liao Qe came to, her beloved was already drenched in sweat, regulating his breathing.
Even as a Spirit Refining Expert, assisting others in their cultivation was quite draining, especially when Lu Yao exerted himself with great care.
Liao Qe felt a pang of guilt and was about to say something.
Lu Yao spoke up first with teasing humor, "Let's not stand on ceremony with each other. You need to catch up on your cultivation level quickly, or I'm afraid to use too much strength."
There was a large disparity in physical constitution between the two, being at different stages of cultivation, and Lu Yao was always cautious not to harm her.
Liao Qe laughed and punched him playfully a few times, and the two got out of bed together.
"Come on, let me show you the new Gatling Gun."