Zhang Jinyang walked out of the air-raid shelter in a huff, let's go back first, go back and think of a way, the big deal is to throw the tunnel aside first, and get the base up first. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Zhang Jinyang staggered down the street, he was trying to move along the extension of the underground tunnel, but unfortunately this tunnel did not know where it led, there were several streets in a straight line on the ground, through several blocks, and he was dizzy and had to take a taxi home.

Zhang Jinyang didn't meet the nagging black brother driver, a humanoid pickle with a straight face made him have no desire or hope to chat at all, and it seems that the short man has no desire for the job of chatting - in fact, the pickle driver's fingers have never left the alarm button, maybe Zhang Jinyang's body size is too stressful for him?

The fire hydrant flashing across his eyes on the side of the road attracted Zhang Jinyang's attention, and he trance-remembered that there was an escape tool cabinet next to the fire escape of the apartment, in addition to axes and water hoses, there seemed to be homemade oxygen masks, and the aging of that thing was half an hour's oxygen supply, which was sold in many large supermarkets.

So he felt suddenly enlightened, the supermarket where he bought face shields not only had face masks, but also a family medicine box, and the large medicine box had a small machine for chemical mixing and oxygen production, and this small machine lasted longer.

Even he thought of a high-pressure oxygen cylinder, the oxygen cylinder is not too simple for him, he can't even use it when he is practicing, the compressed air may take a little time, but that's nothing, a high-proportion mixed oxygen cylinder, with a diving mask, Zhang Jinyang happily decided on his own exploration tool.

Zhang Jinyang, who had solved a problem, hummed a song and came to Yan Zhengxin's room, planning to tell him that he was going to move out, and that he might have to live in an office for the first few days, which was very close to Osborne, and that he would live by the Hudson River for most of the rest of his life, and then find another place to stay in Queens, of course, he would not tell anyone about these places.

After knocking on the door and getting permission to enter the house, he found Yan Zhengxin's cheap uncle sitting on the sofa, facing a silver suitcase with a sad face.

Curiously walked in front of Lao Dao, glanced at the suitcase, and raised his eyes to look at Lao Dao, and was startled.

This old Taoist doesn't know what the hell is going on today, he replaced the chicken blood vine hairpin on his head with a miserable white bone hairpin, not to mention, sitting cross-legged on the sofa, and actually playing with a skull in his hand, looking at the color is as moist as jade, and the color is yellow, which is obviously a beloved thing, even if it is played with every day, the color luster may have to be more than fifteen years.

"Uncle, what are you doing with the old man? Is this planning to practice the White Bone Lock Heart Hammer?"

"Go, go, go, annoy. Yan Zhengxin waved his hand impatiently.

With this raise of his hand, Zhang Jinyang saw that there was still a pair of hand bones hanging on the silk silk around the waist of this old man, which was the same as the hairpin on his head, miserable and white, as if he had just been taken off a person's body - this is Zhang Jinyang's daughter-in-law in his previous life was a dissecting teacher, and he was also in charge of the specimen room, and he often accompanied her to make human bone specimens so that she would not be frightened or disgusted.

"Uncle, uncle, what kind of evil and sect have you entered, right? What kind of play are you hanging all over your body? No wonder my cousin doesn't like to live at home, let me tell you, I will move out tomorrow, you can practice leisurely. Zhang Jinyang only remembered when he saw this pair of hand bones, his uncle is said to be a bone manipulator, and this pair of hand bones is not his own, it may be used for self-defense.

"What's wrong with this box, I can't open it, do you want to help?", Zhang Jinyang looked at him and frowned and thought, and ignored people, so he had to take the initiative to speak.

"There's nothing you can't open, I'm going to put this box. I'm worried about what's inside, and I can't send it back, so what's the trouble. Yan Zhengxin rolled his eyes strangely, and was noncommittal to the news that he was leaving.

"Yo, this is going to be sent home? What, the line is broken? Hehe, I've only seen this in TV dramas, what an important item arrived, but the safe route was broken by the enemy, and then specially sent someone to go through a lot of hardships and hardships to send back to the organization, and finally died in front of his superiors, and he was immortal ever since. ”

"You know a, TV series are all lies. But as long as there is a channel that can send things, who is not a backup of one or two, one can be transferred to the next one at any time, and he dies in front of his boss, and he can't be popular with that kind of screenwriter for a lifetime. ”

"So what's going on with you?"

"Alas, Hugh. Master Dao, I'm not lucky. Dao Ye, I have always acted through the disciples of the Zhigong Hall, but recently, the Hand Club suddenly entered North America without knowing what to do, and the first stop was New York City. ”

"These neon devils bully the white ghosts who are not familiar with the situation in Southeast Asia, and lie to them that they came to New York City to fight for the internal struggle of the Zhigong Court, and will not disturb the other gangs. ”

This time I was caught off guard by the public court, and several foreign lines were pulled out, including the one that Dao Ye used for my private use. ”

"I have a backup line, but the person who started that line was promoted a while ago and moved to Honolulu, and I haven't been given a new backup yet. Now the court personnel are nervous, I can't leave the old way, this thing has alarmed the master again, every day, if you don't hurry, trouble is coming. ”

"Old Dao, don't use this to make me money. My channels are much more advanced than yours, and your information from somewhere is not worth my touch. ”

"He said it was a space engine drawing, complete. Yan Zhengxin stared at him deadly.

"Space engines?"

"What my intelligence agent brought back from NASA was used in the engines in space, on spaceships. Boy, you know how important this is to the country, and the sooner you go back, the more time you have to go. Yan Zhengxin looked like his teeth were crushed, and he seemed to be talking to Zhang Jinyang with a strong temperament.

"Complete space engine drawings. Zhang Jinyang leisurely dragged a chair from the dining table, sat upside down on the chair, put his chin on the back of the chair, and pointed at the box with his index finger with one hand. "Do you think I'll believe that the old skeleton in your hand is your brain? Do you know how much a complete engine drawing is?"

"Needless to say, the broken car you drive, its engine drawings can fill this room!

As he spoke, Zhang Jinyang picked his fingers and opened the suitcase.

"What are you in here? Just two dozen A4 papers, you dare to say it's a space engine drawing? Do you think I didn't go to high school?"

"NASA is developing a VASIMR, a full-power variable-specific impulse magnetic plasma rocket, and you can tell you that you don't understand by looking at the circle of mosquito coils in your eyes. ”

"But you've seen rockets, on TV? Now tell me, where does this thing look like a rocket?", Zhang Jinyang reached out and wiped out the first drawing and slapped it on the table, making a loud bang.

Yan Zhengxin looked at Zhang Jinyang in disbelief, and there was a strange device printed on the paper in front of him, this device was composed of three rings and a plurality of rotors nested, the rings and rotors were similar to the four-layer structure, each ring was a four-layer nested ring, and each small rotor was superimposed by eight identical discus.

Yan Zhengxin's head was sweating and he didn't understand what it was, so he couldn't help muttering: "Maybe this is part of the device?, yes, it must be a certain part, doesn't it mean that the engine has many parts?", after speaking, he looked at Zhang Jinyang with hope, "This is the design drawing of a certain component, right? I have roughly read this document, it mentions that it has a lot of lift, it is a power device, and it is also very useful to take it back, right?"

"If you want to do this kind of work, you can also read a little bit of relevant information, okay? This is the Searle engine, which was in kind as early as the sixties, and now the cubs in the junior class of the University of Science and Technology can do their extracurricular homework as the whole world knows, which is nothing more than the difference between good and bad handiwork. Zhang Jinyang took all the papers out of the box and pulled them one by one.