Low-rise area, in a dark and simple factory building.

The messy equipment was piled up randomly in the corner. Before the stolen cart had time to disassemble, it was hung in the air by chains or lifting equipment, like dead pork waiting to be dismembered and processed, swaying slightly in the cold wind.

The steel rubbed, and it made a harsh sound.

In the silence, no one dared to speak. Only heavy breathing sounded in the corner.

The middle-aged man, who has half of his body, has been transformed into mechanical prosthetics, is walking anxiously in the middle, wandering and waiting. Whenever a tiny sound sounds outside, he will look up nervously.

In the past, B, who was so arrogant and powerful, now no one dares to laugh at or contempt for his cautious appearance. In fact, almost no one here dares to make any mistakes or mistakes, and even the words of greetings and welcomes have been repeatedly practiced, for fear that any mistakes will be made for the guests who will not be well received in the coming next.

The agreed time has passed for a long time, but they didn't even dare to look angry. Instead, they were waiting patiently like dogs tied by chains.

Until the sound of tires and ground friction sounded from outside, it quickly approached.

The payoff from the post came from the radio, which shocked everyone.

Soon, when the iron door slowly opened, the man wearing a straight dress and gold-rimmed glasses walked in with his head held high, and pushed away the younger brother who came up to show his attentiveness.

Behind him was a hunchbacked man with simple clothes, with motor oil stained with the corners and cuffs, and he also looked straight, as if he could not see the ants that were close to him.

"Welcome, welcome!"

Martin, who had been waiting for a long time, spread his arms and walked up enthusiastically: "Mr. Paul has arrived, really let us hang out here..."

"Stop talking about useless things, we're in a hurry."

Paul, a man in the dress, pushed his glasses coldly: "On the way I came, I was heartbroken by the wastes in the business department. I hope you won't disappoint me too, Mr. Marco."

"Of course! Of course not!" Martin smiled without any shame and waved behind him: "The things you want are here, unlike the rags sent by others, this is all complete."

The two subordinates hurriedly brought up the huge iron box and opened it, revealing the silent copper light inside.

Four rough guns with completely different sizes, lengths, specifications and appearances.

It's like a random imitation made with crappy tools in a garage workshop, but it has a rough and cold beauty that makes people unable to take their eyes off.

"This is..." Before Paul finished speaking, he was pushed to the side by the hunchbacked man behind him. He staggered. Martin hurriedly stepped forward to support him, preparing to say something with a smile, but after seeing the color of the romance on Paul's face flashed, he forced himself to recover and did not care about anything.

Waiting next to you.

For a moment, everyone's eyes fell on the old man.

The hunched old man lay in front of the box, half of his body penetrated into it, carefully holding up one of them, gently caressing its gun body and edges, and his eyes were so bright that it was so bright.

The strange and excited smile made people's scalp numb.

"Huh, where is this little cutie from?"

He smiled strangely, narrowed his eyes, and stroked his rough thumbs little by little, but he still disliked it. He leaned closer and took a deep taste, stuck out his tongue and added two unwiped grease.

The excited expression suddenly stopped.

It was like seeing the scars and nose hair on the beauty's body, and spat: "Damn it, garbage oil... This taste is lubricating oil mixed in the car repair workshop?

The accuracy is not enough, the right side is tilted by zero point three, no, zero point four, but with such an outrageous error, how to achieve the braking effect? ​​It's so weird."

Murging at what no one could understand, the old guy's movements were very fast, and at a dazzling speed, he quickly dismantled the heavy weapon into hundreds of parts and placed them in front of the pair of turbid and gloomy pupils, looking at them one by one, muttering words.

Soon, all the complete guns were split apart.

But soon, the hunchbacked man who was spinning around the parts suddenly stopped for a moment, then bent down, picked up one of them, and then the other one, his trembling fingers jumped between the parts, and the selection and reorganization movements were very fast.

Martin, who was with him, wanted to talk, but was pushed by Paul, who accompanied the old man, and immediately remembered his status again and pretended not to see anything.

Even if he was an illiterate person who knew nothing, he knew which old man had the wrong parts. He confused the parts between the two weapons.

But as the old man moved, the parts on the ground were reclassified.

It is like rebirth, attached to three gradually complete skeletons.

At the end, it came to an abrupt end.

Only three incomplete weapons and a bunch of duplicate parts that are useless.

"No, there is still a little bit missing..."

The old man lay on the ground, staring at the three unrecognizable weapons, full of anger and greed: "How much is it? Are the specifications of these things really the same?

How many more things have you hidden?"

In the silence, no one responded.

Only the angry old man kicked the parts and fragments on the ground completely over. If no one was scolding others, he finally calmed down after a long time.

It was not until now that Paul came forward and asked softly: "Master Li, do you see something?"

"Look, what's the use of just looking?"

The hunched old man grabbed Paul and looked at him straight: "Where did this thing come from? Where is the design person? Where is it? I want to see him, immediately!"

"Well, we are looking for it now."

Paul squeezed out a helpless smile: "At present, the board of directors urgently needs your opinion as a reference. Can you please explain it to me?"

"Tsk, a bunch of waste."

Master Li let go of his hand unhappily, bent down, picked up the pieces on the ground, disassembled and reinstalled them at will, and soon restored them to their original shape.

"Did you see it?"

Master Li glanced back at him and found that he was still confused, and his expression became more and more unhappy: "These things are a whole set, not just these guns...

From the beginning when designing, it probably has reached a very high level of modularity. The parts that appear here can be used with at least four different models.

What's even more terrifying is that I can't find any room for improvement... Do you know what this represents?"

Paul was slightly stunned, and then suddenly realized, his expression gradually became solemn.

Or, the person who designed these things is an extraordinary genius, and with a single stroke of his mind, he found the closest path from countless guesses.

Or, a company is secretly preparing for all these continuous iterations, experiments, and data collection. After countless choices and eliminations, it will form its current appearance.

After saying that, the master skillfully filled the magazine and conducted complex debugging, as if he had practiced it many times. He suddenly raised his muzzle and pointed it at the cars hanging in the air, pulling the trigger repeatedly.

A deafening loud noise burst out, and panicked footsteps came from outside the door, as if someone wanted to rush in, but the boss Martin yelled back in a louder voice.

When the master stopped moving, several cars had been blown up, broken, and burned with raging fire.

"It's worth it, it's not comparable to the company's explosive bomb weapons, the quality is too unstable, and it can even explode. It can be said to be a complete garbage product.

But... it's so cheap."

The master murmured softly, looking down at the small cracks that had appeared in his hands and were about to be scrapped, making it difficult to conceal the admiration and horror in his pupils.

The same effect, they can achieve, even better.

But such a gun... is processed with the most trashy metal materials and tools that cannot be used as the countertops. From the beginning to the end, it may take no more than three hours for a skilled worker to work.

The cost of the cost is not even comparable to a bottle of Kangyu Group's invigorating agent.

It perfectly squeezes out all the value from every part in the garbage dump, and finally achieves such an amazing cost-effectiveness.

It's really awesome!

There is no value or necessity for reproduction at all, just like a wealthy person will not care about such a little loss, nor will he change the entire production line for a set of unfamiliar designs.

But who would create such an amazing masterpiece specifically for the garbage dump?

Or is it just a casual and casual work?

Compared with this ingenious idea that made him faintly despair, even the unknown technology that did not require any charge to be destroyed by the metal reaction inside the bullet became insignificant.

"You won't understand, Paul."

The master picked up the weapon he had reinstalled in front of him and looked at it in a daze: "You will never understand the exquisite art of design, and what is hidden behind every edge and curve.

You guys can't imagine."

For others, it may be just a straightforward and rough iron lump, but in his opinion, who has been studying weapons all his life, every detail of it seems to be able to speak, and he tells himself about its infinite uses and ideas.

Just thinking can seem to be able to vaguely understand its purpose. Just thinking can make one feel the essence of creation that is nurtured.

"It's really a beauty..."

In his trance, he was like a baby's swaddle, pressing against its cold gun body, gradually dazed: "Listen, it's singing."

Yes, sing.

In the cold wind, the overheated metal parts tremble slightly when they cool down, and whirl it in shattering when they crack, and when they rub against each other, it looks like the vocal cords tremble.

Singing, full of malicious, hideous, songs about death and destruction

There was a moment.

Even if it's just an illusion...

A man who has been immersed in the study of killing weapons all his life feels that he has seen the truth.

So close and so clear.

After a long time.

When Paul smiled, he sent the master into the carriage, stood there, watching the luxury aircraft leave, his smile gradually dissipated.
To be continued...