Pulse Pistol

The abilities Luo Xia had acquired went far beyond the simple creation of Transformers.

The list of secondary modification technologies left Luo Xia quite excited.

[Pulse Pistol: Consumes 500 points of AllSpark energy, modified from a Browning Pistol. Uses AllSpark energy as ammunition to fire powerful pulse energy rounds; capable of rapid fire. The magazine holds 40 rounds, requiring 1 second to reload, with each pulse energy round consuming 1 point of AllSpark energy.]

[Sensor Glove (Locked): Requires AllSpark energy capacity to reach 1,000.]

[Tactical Goggles (Locked): Requires AllSpark energy capacity to reach 1,000.]

[Energy Activator: Consumes 1,000 points of AllSpark energy, modified using nuclear materials as raw components. Utilizes spatial technology to provide the host with AllSpark energy, ignoring distance and limitations. Each Energy Activator increases the host's AllSpark energy capacity by 1,000 points and increases the AllSpark energy recovery rate by 1 point/second.]

[Once AllSpark energy capacity exceeds 10,000, the second-stage functions will be unlocked.]

This Energy Activator was likely the core piece of equipment and the key to the evolution of Luo Xia's abilities. It was just a pity that nuclear material was hard to come by, and he had no idea how high the demand would be.

Therefore, although he was eager to know the effects of the remaining two pieces of equipment, Luo Xia had to set them aside for now. He had to resolve the immediate problems before he could focus on developing his abilities.

Luo Xia immediately manufactured the only usable item: the Pulse Pistol. As AllSpark energy was injected into the Browning Pistol, it modified the weapon at the nanoscopic level. Various mechanical parts shifted and transformed automatically, even changing their material composition. The process was incredibly complex, yet it was completed in just a few seconds.

The Pulse Pistol possessed a strong sense of sci-fi aesthetics, with an opaque white casing that made it look much bulkier than a standard handgun. Beneath the white shell, pulses of blue light flowed continuously, indicating that the internal pulse conversion components were running steadily.

Luo Xia tried pulling the trigger at a sand dune. He felt almost no recoil, hearing only a series of rapid, sharp whistling sounds as the air was pierced. The next moment, a massive crater was blasted into the ten-meter-high dune.

With just a light squeeze of the trigger, five rounds were consumed. Since it was a rapid-fire pistol, a mere forty-round capacity wouldn't last ten seconds of full-auto fire. However, the power was far greater than that of ordinary bullets, and it even carried an area-of-effect explosive property. Perhaps this Pulse Pistol should be called a Pulse Cannon.

This level of power alone was already far superior to something like a Desert Eagle.

Powerful, rapid-fire, low recoil, and nearly infinite ammunition—the only drawback of this Pulse Pistol was that it was a bit heavy. Luo Xia found it tiring to use with one hand and had to hold it with both.

Still, it was quite impressive; it was far superior to any handgun he had ever used.

Luo Xia spent quite some time familiarizing himself with his new weapon, growing increasingly fond of the Pulse Pistol.

"If I had a weapon like this in my past life, I wouldn't have had to sacrifice so many comrades." Luo Xia sighed as he holstered the Pulse Pistol into the custom sheath at his waist.

"Mr. Luo Xia, if you have a moment, may I ask you a question?" Yinsen's voice came from behind him.

Over the past two days, Yinsen had been caring for the wounded. Although medical conditions were primitive, Yinsen's exceptional medical skills had saved most of their lives.

Luo Xia held a great deal of respect for such a kind-hearted doctor.

"What is it?" Luo Xia asked Yinsen.

"Tell me, do you think the terrorists will come back?" Yinsen asked, his voice laced with tension.

"That's just my speculation. If the U.S. military arrives faster than the terrorists, that would naturally be for the best." Luo Xia shrugged.

"But judging by your tone, you seem to believe the terrorists will definitely arrive first." Yinsen keenly sensed that Luo Xia was holding something back.

"Because Tony finished building the Signal Generator yesterday to tell the U.S. military our location. Yet, until now, I haven't seen a single U.S. military aircraft. That suggests that perhaps there are people within the U.S. military who want Tony to be found by the terrorists."

In truth, there was one more thing Luo Xia didn't say: there were already moles for the terrorists within the U.S. military; otherwise, Tony's whereabouts wouldn't have been leaked. That was why Luo Xia believed more enemies would arrive soon.

Sensing the conversation had become too heavy, Luo Xia asked Yinsen, "If you manage to survive, do you plan on leaving this place? I think Tony could help with that."

Yinsen gave a bitter smile and said helplessly, "My family is all gone. My home is here; I won't leave. What about you, Mr. Luo Xia? Do you plan on following Tony to the United States?"

"Yes, I will go. You're luckier than I am; I don't just lack family, I don't even have a home. But that's fine. When I have to do certain things in the future, I won't have to worry about too much."

"That doesn't sound like a good thing."

"If I told you that humanity is going to face many crises in the future, each capable of destroying the entire world, would you believe me?"

Yinsen hesitated for a moment before asking, "You mean war?"

"Not just war. There are things far more terrifying than that."

Flashes of intense, brutal combat flickered through Luo Xia's mind. In movies, justice always triumphed over evil, but now that he had entered the Marvel Universe, how could Luo Xia dare to leave his hopes to luck? To say nothing of the distant future, what would happen if the space portal didn't close properly when the Chitauri invaded?

"Every future crisis will be accompanied by countless civilian casualties. I want to change that and give them the ability to protect themselves in the face of these disasters," Luo Xia told Yinsen.

"How will you do that?" Yinsen felt that Luo Xia was being serious; even standing in the scorching desert sun, he felt a chill run through his body.

"First, survive these crises myself, and then, let more people survive." Yinsen couldn't understand Luo Xia's words, but he could clearly perceive the determination in his tone.

In fact, ever since Luo Xia discovered he had transmigrated into the Marvel Universe, he had felt a strong sense of urgency. After all, this world was far too dangerous. And the moment he arrived, he had already severely disrupted the plot belonging to Iron Man.

Luo Xia could not expect everything that followed to proceed according to his memories. Once an accident occurred, it would trigger a chain reaction like falling dominoes.

Therefore, Luo Xia had to increase his strength as quickly as possible. At the very least, he needed to gain the ability to protect himself—or even the strength to face that alien army head-on—before the Chitauri arrived.

Looking down at his own hands, Luo Xia muttered to himself, "I wonder how much AllSpark energy it would take to turn an aircraft carrier into a Transformer?"