The call connected.
After a brief exchange,
because it crossed both specialties and organizations, Professor Zhang could not give him an answer either and could only submit the request on his behalf.
Less than ten minutes later,
a confidential call came in.
"Hello, is this Mr. Chen?"
"Yes."
"Based on Academician Zhang's request, you need a microwave generator for a Tokamak device?"
"That's right."
Chen Yi readily admitted, "You know about it too.
When I was flying drones before, I encountered white powder dealers.
Back then, with no weapons available, I could only crudely use sonic boom shockwaves. It felt terrible.
Now I've also taken a drone order from the Penghai Police. The order requires designing one or two simple weapons.
But with the carrying capacity of drones, most modern weapons can't be mounted. They're too heavy.
So I was wondering whether I could design a weapon suitable for small drones.
Now I have a complete plan and mathematical model. All I'm missing is a professional microwave generator that can heat air and ions for testing."
"..."
The other end of the call suddenly fell silent.
One or two simple weapons? Good grief.
He needed the microwave generator from a nuclear fusion device for testing.
What kind of simple weapon was that?
And this thing was actually intended for a police order.
Could the domestic law enforcement environment really have become this harsh?
After a moment of silence, considering Chen Yi's special circumstances, the person on the other end said, "We'll arrange for someone to deliver it to you right away."
"Thank you."
Chen Yi nodded. "How much will it cost? I'll transfer the money now."
"No need. This is our thanks to Mr. Chen for his previous contributions to the country."
With that, the other side hung up.
Chen