Whimsical Gun

You also have a studio?

The Moon-Boy swiped his keypad to unlock the door and led him into another laboratory building. After turning three or four corners, they arrived at a large door made of steel.

Pushing open the door, Sing Sing saw two forging furnaces standing against the wall.

The workbench was piled high with gears, springs, and disassembled electric motors.

In the very center was a piece of red-hot alloy steel.

The Moon-Boy hurriedly grabbed the pliers, pressed the alloy steel onto the anvil, and began to hammer it.

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"No? Are you sure this is a workshop? It looks more like a blacksmith shop to me."

"Wenxi said that scientists should be able to make things; those who only talk are called leaders."

Sing Sing adjusted his hat. "From now on, when he talks about techniques, listen to him. Otherwise, just ignore him."

"Oh."

The Moon-Boy, who had hammered dozens of times in one go, examined the alloy steel carefully before putting it into the forging furnace.

Then he put down the hammer and dragged a long wooden box out from under the workbench.

"Zhou, I prepared a gift for you! I made it myself!"

Sing Sing's eyes widened, and he was about to happily accept it when he suddenly froze.

He said, feigning seriousness, "Wait! Let me make this clear in advance! We can't accept anything too expensive, nor anything too dangerous. Anything that's both expensive and dangerous should be sent directly to Director Wang! He's high-ranking and can handle it."

"It's not expensive, it's not expensive at all. Take a look first."

The wooden box was opened, and a strangely shaped gun lay on a red cloth.

The Moon-Boy picked up the gun and stared at it with a reverent expression. "The Whimsical Gun."

"The Whimsical Gun? That name screams confidence, like it's been given no approval from the security department. How do you use it?"

"The first shot is fired from the rear, the second from the front, the third from the rear again, and so on."

Sing Sing cautiously took the gun, gripped the butt, and examined it from head to toe. "You mean, if I fire the first shot at the enemy, I'll be the one who gets killed first?"

"No! Hmm... if you aim the first shot at the enemy, you'll probably get injured in your shoulder."

"And what about the second shot?"

"Just point the gun at yourself, and keep the back facing the enemy!"

"The third shot?"

"Turn back."

I carefully put the Whimsical Gun back into the wooden box, pressing my palm against the lid for a moment.

"So, in the future, when I'm in a firefight, I'll have to remember how many shots I fired?"

"Right."

"Monkey... I suggest you engrave the instructions on the back of your tombstone, so that future generations can learn from your experience."

Why is it engraved on the tombstone?

"Paper is easily damaged, while stones are preserved for a long time, which demonstrates that our scientific research results can withstand the test of history."

The Moon-Boy nodded, feigning sudden realization, and turned to search for stones in the corner.

"Come back! I'm just offering academic suggestions; don't implement them yet!"

The Moon-Boy, completely oblivious to what he meant, continued grinning foolishly, "Zhou, any news about the Devil Dinosaur?"

Sing Sing took off his cigarette and smoothed out the filter. "Not yet. Alpha Flight has already sent the old map to the satellite comparison database. They are investigating the terrain, heat sources, and underground cavities near the Savage Land."

"Okay, you'd better let me know if you have any news!"

"I'm telling you for sure, finding the Devil Dinosaur is written in the resettlement agreement, it's in black and white and I've put my fingerprint on it, I won't blame you for anything."

As the two were chatting, their cell phones rang. Upon answering, they heard Secretary Xiao Liu's voice. "Director Zhou, where are you?"

"I don't know?"

"Have no idea?"

"This place isn't showing up on the phone map, and the door number looks like a safe combination. I just came from Mayfly and Jiang Si's place, and I'm at Monkey's studio right now!"

"Hmm... I'm guessing this is an unlicensed arms factory?"

"Please stay where you are, I'll come get you right away."

"What do you mean 'don't move around'? I'm a Chief Section Level cadre, capable of walking independently!"

After hanging up the phone, Sing Sing stared at the black screen and snorted.

"Why all the secrecy? Are key national research zones even keeping their own people out of the loop?"

"Zhou, keep looking at my weapon!"

"Actually, I think getting lost is a good thing."

But the Moon-Boy didn't listen to what he was saying at all; he had already taken a metal wristband out of the cabinet.

Three throwing knives were attached to the front of the wrist guard, which was connected to a steel cable coiled in the shape of a mosquito coil at the back.

Sing Sing suspects that the design was inspired by the steel claws that Wenxi der Rohe created for his second son.

"A throwing knife that won't get lost; it will come back to you on its own after you shoot it."

Sing Sing raised the wrist guard, first looking at the steel cable, then turning the knife tip towards the wall. "Which way is the knife tip coming back?"

"To you."

Why is it aimed at me again?

Sing Sing put the wristband back on the table and casually used a wooden box to secure the three throwing knives.

The second piece of equipment is dual metal boots.

Each shoe has a compressed air tank at the back of the heel, and four adjustable tail fins extend from the sole.

"Escape shoes, they can make you run faster than a car."

"Where are the brakes?"

The Moon-Boy lifted the insole, revealing a red footrest. "Step on this with your heel."

Greatly shocked, Old Zhou quickly asked the crucial question, "How can a person put their heels into the insole when flying forward at high speed?"

"Lift your foot up and step on it with your other foot."

What is the speed per hour?

One hundred and eighty kilometers.

Sing Sing wiped the sweat from his forehead. "At this moment, standing on one leg and using the other foot to brake?"

"I think these shoes should be called Reincarnation Accelerators."

Sing Sing pushed the metal boots away. "This technology will be shelved for now. We'll put him in charge of testing it when Sabretooth's attitude during labor reform is not right."

Upon hearing this, the Moon-Boy nodded and brought over two more alloy plates.

When unfolded, the upper half is a bulletproof shield, the lower half pops out a grill, and a salt shaker and oil brush are hidden on the side.

"A survival shield for the wilderness; after blocking bullets, you can use it to cook meat."

Sing Sing tapped the alloy plate, the dull echo causing the screws on the table to rattle slightly, "This is good, how much does it weigh?"

One hundred and twenty kilograms.

Who can carry that?

"This is for you."

Sing Sing patted the Moon-Boy on the shoulder. "Thank you, I'm grateful for your kind gesture. The shield will stay here to ward off evil spirits."

"And there's an automatic anti-ambush helmet."

"Don't take it yet!" Sing Sing pressed down on the Moon-Boy's arm. "Let's stop here for today and leave some room for imagination for future generations."

The wait became exceptionally long.

The Moon-Boy would pull out something every few minutes and enthusiastically introduce it, which almost drove Old Zhou crazy.

The phone finally rang. "Director Zhou, I've arrived at the west gate. Please have Moon-Boy escort you out."

"Coming right away!"

The Moon-Boy picked up the Whimsical Gun and followed behind, escorting them all the way to the West Gate, where Xiao Liu stood beside the car.

"Zhou, here. This is a gift for you."

"This..." Old Zhou, who was particularly resistant, looked troubled. "My post doesn't allow me to carry non-standard weapons."

The wooden box tilted forward slightly, and those eyes held expectation.

Helpless, Sing Sing had no choice but to reach out and take it.

"Hey monkey, have you tried this gun?"

"Tried one shot."

Xiao Liu stepped closer and asked curiously, "Director Zhou, what kind of gun is this?"

"Whimsical Gun, you want it?"

"Just tell me if you want it! How am I supposed to know what you want if you don't tell me? Do you even want it?"