When I drove to the Tenglong car wash, it was just after four o'clock in the morning.

As expected, the garage is still brightly lit, and Brother Meng is standing next to a strange-looking sports car, holding a wrench in his right hand and a two-liter bottle of Coke in his left hand, most of the liquid in it has been reduced.

"Oh, viper, what are you doing?" A strong man in a blue overalls asked as he yawned.

"Can I borrow your crafting table? Something else is needed. Zhao Nuo smiled.

The last time I came here, I heard Brother Meng say that he has been very busy with work recently, and he often stays up until six or seven o'clock in the morning, but this time I found that it was the case.

"Yes, but there is a fee, and if it breaks, you have to pay compensation." Brother Meng said in a rough voice.

"Mm-hmm, of course." Zhao Nuo nodded, and then asked curiously, "What kind of car is this?" Never seen it before. ”

The knife-shaped pitch-black sports car in front of me is more like the mount of the dark hero in a classic comic book than a racing car.

"The CEO of a company paid a lot of money to make his car look like a Batman tank, so I've been busy with this lately." Brother Meng said and took another sip of Coke: "This person's hobby is really weird, and a very good sports car has to be made like this." ”

"Ha, this kind of car will be detained by the police when it goes to the street."

Zhao Nuo looked at the half-changed "Batmobile" in front of him, and then turned his head to Christine, who had been standing beside him, and said, "Follow me." ”

"This car is so cool...... Are all of you guys here so cool? I thought it was a bunch of savages. Following Zhao Nuo into the workshop next to him, Christine was still chattering.

"Don't be fooled by the TV propaganda." Zhao Nuo said and picked up a set of loose NOS devices placed on the workbench, and then picked up an iron pipe from the side and put it on the table. Then he dragged the heavy silver and white metal bottle in the corner of the room and leaned against the workbench.

"What is this?" Christine looked at the metal bottle curiously.

"Don't move! It's liquid nitrogen, and if it leaks out, it's troublesome. Seeing that she seemed to be very interested in the cylinder, Zhao Nuo hurriedly spoke out to dissuade her.

In the past, when trying to overclock the computer to the limit, Zhao Nuo also used liquid nitrogen to cool down, the temperature of this thing is as low as minus 196 degrees under normal pressure, if you touch it casually, it may cause frostbite and even death.

However, it is precisely because the temperature is too low that there are some peculiar ways to play this kind of thing.

For example, when he was overclocking, Zhao Nuo saw that there were a few fierce people next to him who actually washed their hands with liquid nitrogen, and some people poured liquid nitrogen into their mouths, and then performed a real "swallowing clouds and spitting fog".

Of course, those people didn't actually drink the liquid nitrogen, but put it in their mouths and spit it out immediately. Due to the large temperature difference, liquid nitrogen does not directly cause frostbite after contact with the oral cavity, but forms a protective layer of water vapor in the middle that can isolate the temperature, which is the famous "Leiden Frost effect". As long as the liquid nitrogen is expelled before this layer of gas disappears, it can be unscathed.

However, Zhao Nuo didn't come this time to perform some damn "swallowing clouds and spitting fog", but planned to use NOS to make something similar to a firearm.

Although he had already drawn the design drawings before, if he really planned to make it now, he first had to solve some "technical problems":

"How does that 'Molotov cocktail' you make solve the safety problem? Tell me about it. Zhao Nuo turned his head to look at Christine's pretty little face.

"Well, install a small air valve here......" As soon as she heard the "idol" ask herself, Christine immediately came to her senses and immediately began to explain.

……

The tinkling sound in the room rang until seven o'clock in the morning, until Brother Meng was too sleepy to go to sleep, and all kinds of sounds were still coming from the studio.

"What are those two people doing?"

The big man yawned and rubbed his eyes into the room, only to see Viper and the white girl, still welding a dangerous-looking spear on the workbench.

He couldn't help but ask, "What are you doing?" What is this? ”

Hearing his words, a smile appeared on the "Viper's" black oil-stained face: "Would you like to see the 'DEATHBRINGER' flamethrower?" ”

Brother Meng, who was already exhausted, frowned and thought for a few seconds before finally realizing what the viper was saying, and immediately became a lot more energetic, and scolded angrily: "You bastards are assembling weapons with me? If you get caught, you'll go to jail! ”

-- The "gun" placed on the workbench looks a little rudimentary, that is, the cylinder of the NOS is attached to a long iron pipe. However, the structure in the middle is very complicated, with throttle valves and spark plugs, and in short, car parts found from his own studio.

Since the production has not yet been completed, Brother Meng is not sure what it is, but after hearing that Viper said that it was a flamethrower, the truth should not be far behind.

"It's not illegal, this is a DIY with your manufacturing tools here, and it's just a high-power welding gun." The viper was still smiling, without the slightest intention of getting up strict.

"Are you kidding me? Bullying Lao Tzu for not reading much? Can a flamethrower be used as a welding torch? Brother Meng was angry: "Hurry up and take this thing away, don't say that it was made here by me, I don't want to go to prison with you!" ”

"Let's put it here for you first, it's going to be finished soon, and I can fix it tonight, and I'll take it away immediately when the time comes, how about it?" Viper said.

“…… All right. Brother Meng nodded reluctantly.

"Then we'll go first, see you tonight." The young man led the blonde girl out of the workshop.

“…… It's crazy. ”

Brother Meng looked at the "DEATHBRINGER Flamethrower" on the workbench, shook his head, and laughed helplessly.

――You were like that when you were younger, right? likes to transform all kinds of things, and was even beaten by his parents for dismantling the TV at home. That's why I'm doing this job that I love now.

Still, I miss that time. And......

"Those two fools are so tender, although the idea is good, but if you do it, it will kill people, so let me help them."

Mammoth sat down at the workbench, removed the spark plug from the flamethrower, and began to modify the homemade weapon.

As a "legendary mechanic" ten years ago, this middle-aged man has finally once again exerted his true ability that has been sealed for a long time.

And this time, he is not for himself, but just for the young man to fulfill his dream.