Chapter 122 Ammunition technology unfolds

Chapter 122 Ammunition technology unfolds

In the large warehouse attached to the experimental building.

It was getting dark, but the warehouse was still brightly lit.

Several large precision machine tools are running non-stop at high speed, and countless huge industrial robot arms are rising and falling, arc welding, forging, stamping, smelting...

As Hammer Industries continues to deliver a variety of the world's top processing equipment to Fu Qinghai's stronghold, the degree of automation in the large warehouse of Fu Qinghai's laboratory is also getting higher and higher. At least for now, the manufacturing of ceramic steel- Fu Qinghai no longer needs to do the work of titanium alloy-plastic steel composite outer armor plate himself.

As mentioned before, the outer ceramite armor of the Space Marines is stable and strong, but it is a consumable in high-intensity space wars. This kind of thing needs to be replenished continuously. If Fu Qinghai still needs to cast it manually, then Tony Si The level of Tucker's electronic soul backup + Astartes' technical sergeant is too inferior.

The casting work of ceramic composite armor was handed over to the industrial automation equipment group that Fu Qinghai had personally modified and programmed. Fu Qinghai is now focusing on more sophisticated manufacturing work——

Explosive bombs.

The first two boxes of explosive bombs that were hand-made, one box of standard explosive bombs, which are mass explosive bombs that will explode after hitting the target; and one box of subsonic bombs, which have the function of silencing and stabilizing ballistics; they are all already in Manhattan. It was used up in the battle.

It feels so good when you pull the trigger, and so tiring when you rub the explosive bombs. It just doesn't stop.

So far, Fu Qinghai still has to rely on Fu Qinghai's hands to rub explosives.

There was no way around it. This work was too sophisticated and complicated, and it was also dangerous. Fu Qinghai was worried about handing it over to the industrial automation equipment team.

Military fans with a little common sense know that among individual weapons fired by gunpowder, the bullet with the highest technological content is always the bullet, not the firearm itself.

In previous lives, many countries on Earth had the ability to automatically produce firearms, but they did not have the ability to automatically produce bullets. For the national defense heavy industry, the most basic things, such as bullets, had to be imported.

This is normal.

Fu Qinghai was still dressed in a black vest and overalls with Martin boots. He stood in front of the experimental table, with a dark green auxiliary electronic glasses stuck on his right eye, and he was operating it attentively.

The iron-gray device stuck on Fu Qinghai's face, covering a quarter of his face, is full of Warhammer 40K style. Yes, it is the same type of green mechanical eye that Master Quinto has embedded in his eye socket. .

It can help Fu Qinghai read the precise data of various parts, such as shaft diameter, hole position, runout, etc., eliminating the need to use a measuring instrument. The multiple lenses can be switched for different measurement modes, which can be said to be a tool for manual work.

Many of the Tech-Priests of the Adeptus Mechanicus no longer have human eyes, and it is common to even have seven or eight mechanical eyes on one face.

The first thing Fu Qinghai built was a mass explosive bomb, which was a standard explosive bomb.

A standard bomb consists of the following components:

Solid fuel rocket propellant base, cartridge case containing conventional charge, gyro stabilizer, mass reaction fuze, warhead, main explosive charge, dense metal core.

Bolt weapons, like chain saw weapons, occupy a mid-range position in the human empire's armament system. They are cosmetic weapons that can only be widely installed by the Astartes Legion. Although bolt guns are not as expensive as power weapons and plasma weapons, they are not as expensive as power weapons and plasma weapons. As a result, only Astartes officers can possess them. Everyone in the Astartes has a bolt gun, but this does not mean that bolt weapons are a common equipment that is useless on the street.

On the contrary, the imagination space for the further development of bomb weapons is very huge.

Fu Qinghai once walked past a box of Kraken armor-piercing bombs in the arsenal of the Ultramarine Sossalan. The cost of this special bomb that can penetrate vehicles is no less than that of a power sword.

Unlike most weapons and equipment forged on the Adeptus Mechanicum's forge worlds, special bombs are generally hand-crafted by the respective Techmarines of the Space Marine Legions.

For example, the Blood Fragmentation Bomb, invented by the Blood Angels Legion's technical sergeants, has a bolt-shaped warhead that erupts into blade-like shrapnel, tearing apart armor and flesh.

For example, the shrapnel bomb, invented by the Iron Warrior Legion's technical sergeants, is a 1.0-caliber heavy explosive bomb that replaces the dense metal core with additional explosive clusters, which can be air-blasted to form a barrage.

For example, the fatal strike bomb was invented by the Alpha Legion technical sergeant. The principle is unknown. It is only known that the range is shorter than that of ordinary bombs, but a single shot can penetrate the ceramite composite armor of power armor. It is specially designed to kill Space Marines. Special explosive bombs developed.

During the Horus Heresy, lethal strike bombs were widely used in the massacre at the Istvan V planet landing site. From these bombs, it can be seen that the bad guys from Alpha have been brewing and preparing for a long time. There was civil war in Staat.

Unfortunately, the above-mentioned special explosive bombs are unique technologies of each Space Marine Legion. Fu Qinghai, who studied under Master Quinto, does not know the manufacturing principle. At this moment, he has made three boxes of high-quality explosive bombs, which is exactly three full. The next step is to hand-roll a special explosive that was shared in the military casting world during the 30K era——

Scorpio Bomb.

This special bomb uses a two-stage warhead containing a micro-guidance system and a needle-shaped armor-piercing dart that vaporizes when it hits an armored target, thereby enhancing the penetration of armor.

The disadvantage is that this thing is a bit unstable. In the words of the Mechanicus, the machine soul is moody, so it needs to be loaded manually and cannot be placed in the drum with other explosive bombs.

Five, Fu Qinghai only produced five Scorpio explosive bombs and placed them in the metal weapon belt.

In order to match these five special guided bombs, Fu Qinghai added a tactical pendant to the back of the restored Phobos standard bolt gun - one that can be connected to the power armor helmet goggles. sight, and an extended barrel.

Fu Qinghai's bolt gun is indeed a bit complicated. It comes with a magazine drum and a grenade launcher. Now it has two more modifications: a sight on the back of the gun and an extended barrel at the muzzle.

In the Human Empire, there is a simple way to judge whether a weapon is a finely crafted weapon with the highest level of quality control: look for exquisite gold plating, skull relief, eagle wing emblems, etc. on the weapon.

The reliability and durability of precision weapons are much higher than mass-produced weapons produced on the assembly line.

All of Fu Qinghai's weapons are made by himself, and the quality control is at the level of precision weapons. However, he does not like those metaphysical buff bonuses, so the appearance of the weapons is still simple, cold and tough, without unnecessary decoration.

…

At this time, New York, Juliet Supperclub nightclub.

In the innermost VIP box, a woman sat alone on a luxurious leather sofa.

Outside the soundproof glass, deafening sound waves were rolling. A lean black DJ with his bare upper body holding a microphone was standing in front of the sound equipment and shouting. The dark crowd below was shaking their heads and swaying to the rhythm.

With an expressionless face, Justine Hammer slowly poured a bottle of Hennessy Cognac in a crystal bottle into a wine glass with ice cream floating on it, picked it up and drank it in one gulp.

A blush appeared on her delicate wheat-colored face. Justine Hammer looked forward unfocused, not knowing what she was thinking.

As the only daughter of the head of Hammer Industries and a New York plutocrat princess, even if she is alone, Justine Hammer is used to drinking in a private room instead of going to the bar to endure the endless chatter from lust-seeking men.

Justine Hammer poured another glass of wine and drank it down again.

Two pieces of news shocked her.

The first, her father, Justin Hammer, was diagnosed with terminal pancreatic cancer and his time was running out. The old Hammer decided to move to Hammer Industries' space station in Earth orbit, thinking that this would prolong his life.

Second, Justin Hammer rejected Justin Hammer's request to take control of Hammer Industries.

Justine Hammer doesn't know which of these two things devastated her more.

Justine is not a cute, silly, sweet rich girl. She knows everything her father is doing. Justine Hammer is smart and smart. She has greater ambitions than her father, and she controls Hammer Industries. is a necessary condition for achieving all this.

But I don’t know why my father has never been able to recognize me.

Am I that bad?

Justine Hammer lowered his head, thinking silently.

She knew that Hammer Industries' usual method in the past was to use its unparalleled financial resources to hire and arm super villains, and then send the super villains to attack Hammer Industries' competitors.

Justine Hammer tries to prove to her father that she has the skills and ability to lead this gang of super villains.

The most important thing is to cultivate and build your own super-powered team in the future.

So she chose Fu Qinghai as her target.

Trying to rely on his own charm to win over the man who impressed and missed his father.

That powerful and mysterious man.

However, the result was a failure.

This sense of frustration made her even more disheartened and dejected.

The coffee table in front of the sofa was already filled with three empty wine bottles, all filled with spirits like Cognac. Justine Hammer slowly leaned toward the sofa, her slightly curly hair hanging messily on the side of her face. The red lips opened slightly, and she exhaled a breath of wine.

At this time, outside the nightclub door.

It had just rained on the streets at night, and the ground was wet, reflecting the light of neon lights in the distance.

Two tall and strong nightclub security guards, wearing sunglasses, headsets, and tight black suits, put their hands in front of their bodies to turn away people who did not have reservations or were not qualified.

There was a bulging bag under the clothes around his waist, and he looked like he was carrying a weapon.

It was already past the entrance time of the nightclub, and the disco girls who had not booked a booth or a stage were gathering outside the door in twos and threes, waiting, hoping that a rich man who was not short of money would appear and take a fancy to her. Bring yourself inside.

A burly man wearing a black raincoat, whose face could not be seen clearly, appeared on the street and slowly approached the door of the nightclub.

The two nightclub security guards instantly narrowed their eyes and looked up and down at the man approaching the door.

Nearly three meters tall, with overly broad shoulders, is there something like an awl on the raincoat above his head?

The two security guards in sunglasses slowly put their hands on the weapons at their waists.

"Don't worry, brother."

The man in the raincoat spoke in a low voice.

He gently opened a corner of his raincoat, revealing half of his face. He was a white man with a fleshy face. There seemed to be something wrapped around his cheek, which could not be seen clearly in the night.

"it's me."

The two security guards were suddenly startled and said:

"Alexei, why are you back?"

The man put down a corner of his raincoat and said in a low voice:

"I'm here to take back what's mine."

One of the security guards took a step back slightly and said in a deep voice:

"Alexei, I remember you were kicked out of the gang by Ivanov. Why did you come back? And why are you so tall now?"

Alexey, the man in black raincoat, said calmly:

"This is a matter between Ivanov and I. You don't have to worry about it. Considering that we have worked together before, I advise you two to get out of my way. I promise not to implicate you."

Another security guard in a suit raised his hand and held the pistol at his waist and said:

"Alexei, this is the territory covered by the Russian gang in New York. I can't let you in. If you let me in, I will lose my job."

"snort."

The man in the raincoat snorted coldly.

"Then don't blame me for being rude."

After saying that, he took off the raincoat on his body and revealed his true face.

"Oh My God……"

The two security guards holding pistols were stunned. A little giant with bulging muscles appeared in front of them. His whole body was covered with a thick layer of light gray unknown substance, like some kind of rough skin, with only the outer layer exposed. There are two light gray curved horns on the cheeks and top of the head, one large and one small.

Rhino-like curved horns.

The surrounding disco girls all looked at this person in surprise.

Alexey slowly leaned down, bent his knees in preparation for a sprint, and aimed the two corners at the door of the nightclub.

"Bah bang bang!"

The two security guards pointed their pistols at him without hesitation and pulled the triggers.

However, the bullets hit him, only making a dull sound, and then fell to the ground one by one.

Alexei's thigh muscles bulged, he roared and rushed towards the nightclub door with all his strength.

"Bang! Boom -"

…

Fu Qinghai had just finished building five Scorpio explosive bombs when the cell phone on the table rang.

Pick up and connect.

"Hello?"

"Mr. Quentin, I need your help in an emergency."

It was Nathan Lemon, and his tone was anxious.

"What's up?"

Fu Qinghai asked.

"Miss Justine was at the Juliet Supperclub nightclub on 21st Street in Chelsea. There was an emergency there and our people couldn't get in. Miss Justine was trapped."

Fu Qinghai said doubtfully:

"Don't you claim that you can solve the problem as long as it's not a place that Tony Stark frequents? How come you can't even solve a problem in a nightclub?"

Nathan Lemon hurriedly explained:

"No, Mr. Quentin, no, the situation is a bit complicated. The other party is a superpower, a modified person who doesn't know his origin. Mr. Hammer is on the orbiting space station. I didn't have time to ask him for instructions. I hope you... I hope you For the sake of Mr. Hammer, if you can help us, well, actually, Miss Justine has always admired you, she..."

"Okay, I get it."

Fu Qinghai ruthlessly interrupted Nathan Lemon's incoherent remarks and said directly:

"I am going now."

Although Fu Qinghai is still using the experimental space and equipment provided by Hammer Industries, both Fu Qinghai and Justin Hammer know very well that they no longer owe each other anything.

In this cooperation, it is Fu Qinghai, not Hammer Industries, who dominates.

But since we are working together, it is not impossible to do a small favor and sell some noodles to Old Hammer.

Fu Qinghai stood up from the experimental table and looked at the Blue Shell Power Armor standing on the side. The mechanical arm was still assembling the ceramic steel composite armor plate on the armor.

The power armor has not been repaired yet.

Justin Hammer has gone to the orbiting space station?

Fu Qinghai picked up a coat from the back of the chair and put it on, feeling the meaning behind Nathan Lemon's words.

Fu Qinghai hasn't read much of Marvel's superhero magazines, but he happened to have read Iron Man.

Justin Hammer went to the orbiting space station because he had cancer. He thought it could prolong his life.

I don’t know which quack doctor told him.

It may also be that he was seriously ill and sought medical treatment.

There was no power armor, so he had to grab the power sword and bolter first. Fu Qinghai walked out of the warehouse carrying a big bag, opened the trunk of the Hummer H2 that he hadn't driven for a long time, and threw the big bag in his hand. In the trunk.

Fu Qinghai pressed the accelerator to the bottom, the engine roared, and the off-road vehicle headed straight for the coordinates provided by Nathan Lemon.

Holding one hand on the steering wheel, I thought about the last question:

Justine Hammer has always admired me?

Why didn't I see it?

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