Responding to Expectations

Feng Laixian opened his hand, letting several bullets fall onto the turtle shell. He looked at the gun in Zhang Shouzhong's hand and said, "This weapon has a lot of potential. An ordinary person should be able to use it against a Basic Mutated Beast."

He wiped the blood from his body with a cloth, then added, "But if you want to take on someone stronger, it still needs more firepower."

"Bigger caliber, more firepower. Let me try again!"

Excited, Zhang Shouzhong turned all the bullets back into Fat Energy, then used all his fat to make a gun and a single round.

The gun he made this time was absurdly large. It was practically a cannon.

"Hold on. That's a cannon now, isn't it?"

Zhang Ping couldn't help speaking up. He had Zhang Shouzhong produce paper and a pen again, then improved the shell's design. "This should hit harder."

"You added a fuze at the front so the impact sets off the explosive inside. Interesting design. I didn't know you had such a good head on your shoulders, Zhang Ping." Bai De and the others gathered around to look. After studying the drawing for a moment, Bai De smiled.

Zhang Ping smiled. "We could also make weapons designed to be thrown."

He went on to draw up a grenade design, though it was something he had worked out himself, not knowledge from his previous life. He had never studied such things back then. He had started puzzling them out in his spare time after learning about Zhang Shouzhong's ability.

Creating something from nothing would have been difficult, but having a model to work toward made it much easier.

Besides, Zhang Ping's Mental Strength kept growing, and he could think far faster than an ordinary person. Even while doing push-ups,