Paul was working on an array of bullets when he received a call from Brandon in his secret underground lab. The production process of this bullet is very complex, and it requires a high level of mental power and control of subtle operations of the maker. So he didn't pay attention to the vibrating mobile phone at all, but concentrated on continuing the task at hand.

The bullets used in the array project were invented specifically for this project by Paul's friend Ritter. Here's how it was made. First of all, it is necessary to select the corpse of the high-grade soul eater, take advantage of the freshness of the corpse, extract the two large tendons on both sides of the corpse's spine, cut off the two sections that are the most delicate and the most abundant in the dark domain, carefully divide them into two hundred and forty equal parts according to the texture inside the dark domain, and soak them in a special potion for later use. This potion was also developed by Ruiter, and he didn't know exactly what it did. He only knew how to make this potion and how to use it.

Then he had to line up the two hundred and forty bullet casings one by one. The body is ten centimeters long, the thickness of a finger, and the two ends are oval, like an elongated cocoon. Its shell is made of titanium alloy, and there are fine internal force alloy filaments inside, and it is completely metal structure. It was designed by Ritter's wife, Mandy, and is now in mass production.

Half an hour later, the soaked pieces of tendon are removed from the potion and drained, and then quickly put them into the pre-made bullet body one by one. When putting it, pay attention to aligning the dark domain texture in the sinew with the four tiny internal force alloy contacts on the inner side of the bullet. After the Soul Eater's sinew was placed inside, the projectile no longer looked like a cocoon, it did become a cocoon.

After putting the muscles into the projectile body, Paul should use an extremely fine internal force alloy needle in time to find the dark domain "entrance" of this small piece of muscle, insert it into it, and then urge the internal force to slightly change the internal dark domain structure of the muscle, so that the internal force is better combined with the alloy wire of the bullet body and the dark domain of the muscle, and the internal force operates in this semi-closed cycle. When the internal force reaches a certain speed in it and drives the surrounding aura into the projectile body, he must quickly retract his internal force and quickly encapsulate the projectile body. In this way, a complete physical aura bomb was completed.

It can be said that this is a living bullet, and when he first saw Rhett make it, he was very surprised. But after making thousands of bullets, now he has long been accustomed to it. Ritter probably didn't know that he had secretly learned to make this bullet. Ritter gave all the bullets he made himself to the Pentagon, and the Pentagon people hid them by separating the bullets from the guns. But none of them could have imagined that he had already learned how to make such bullets.

From the time he hunted and the corpse of a qualified Soul Eater was killed, to the completion of all two hundred and forty bullets, with his production speed, it would take about ten minutes on average for a bullet. But the crafting process is not the most time-consuming, and the real difficulty is finding a qualified Soul Eater. Not all Soul Eaters' large tendons can craft this type of live bullet. He often wanders around the restricted area for days in order to find a proper Soul Eater.

For the past two days, he'd been tracking down a giant Soul Eater, and just now, he had found an opportunity to kill it. He hurriedly carried it out of the forbidden area, used the powerful laser equipment prepared in advance to cut through the thick skin of the soul eater, pulled out two tendons, and cut off a few pieces of good hind leg meat, and hurried back to the underground laboratory to start making bullets. When he reached the one hundred and eighty-third, he heard his cell phone ring. But he ignored it, and continued to make bullets, and it was not until all two hundred and forty pieces were finished that he put down the internal force alloy needle in his hand. By this time, his phone had begun to ring for the third time.

When he got through, he said, "Hello!" Then Senator Brandon's anxious voice came from the phone.

"Paul, House, I'm afraid he's going to get out of control. Just now your old friend Ritter. Peibo called me and pressed me to ask about the case that House had been working on. It seems that he has found some clues. I couldn't help it, I was forced to tell the truth. But I believe that Pei Bo's array project, which he has worked hard for so many years, will definitely not say it. But it's House that's worried. So after putting down Peibo's phone, I called House to reassure and warn him to be careful about speaking lately. But the phone couldn't get through. I suspect that House may have been controlled, and you see if we can find him and find a way to kill him......"

"No way!" Paul directly interrupted Brandon. Then, perhaps realizing that his tone was too hard, he relaxed and explained, "Brandon, we don't know how many times we've discussed this, but I don't mind repeating it to you. House is just an innocent ordinary person, as a federal agent, it is entirely his business to investigate and learn the truth of the case, and he has done nothing wrong. And isn't the purpose of our Anti-Armed Forces Federation to protect ordinary people like him who are dedicated to their duties and eradicate the threat and oppression of fighters? How can we cover up what I have done by killing innocent ordinary people, which is completely contrary to our philosophy. So no matter what happens, I wouldn't agree to any hurtful action against House. ”

Brandon's voice came from the phone again: "But it's really dangerous right now. When House secretly joined our Anti-Martial Arts Federation and said that he knew the truth of the case back then, I knew that sooner or later something bad would happen to him. At that time, I suggested just killing him. But you just don't agree. That's why I managed to make him think that I was the secret weapon of the Anti-Martial Arts Federation, so that he could shut up. In fact, he has always been a time bomb for our Anti-Armed Forces Federation itself. Paul, I don't think you're holding on to your beliefs, you're being pedantic. You must know that once your past is exposed, you will lose the trust of either party, you will be hunted down by both ordinary people and martial artists, and even the anti-martial arts federation will draw a line with you. You are not just you now, you are also shouldering the heavy responsibility of ordinary people against the forces of martial arts, and all our hopes are in you. It is totally worth sacrificing one House to save all ordinary people from exploitation and oppression in the future! ”

Paul was silent for a while before he said into his phone: "Brandon, when I ate those martial arts flesh back then, I also thought like you now. I think I am doing my best for world peace. In order to make the world a better place, we can eat people, we can sacrifice good people like House, and then what? Can we also sacrifice more people, even people in a city, people in a state? Once the principle is compromised, it is not the original principle, so I don't want to go back to the cannibalistic state of mind. And I don't want to leave anyone else with any flaws that invade my mind. With that, he hung up.

Paul lined up the prepared bullets one by one into a prepared container and carefully sealed and reinforced. This kind of "fresh meat" bullet has a growth period and shelf life, generally after ten days, the bullet enters the maturity period, and the bullet is the most powerful at this time. After six months, the power of the bullets is halved, and after nine months, they lose their effectiveness and become ordinary bullets. Therefore, the service life of this bullet is from ten days after the completion of production to six months.

Paul opened the safety door behind him, and after carrying the container inside, he placed it in a pool full of liquids in the room. He looked at the rows of containers in the pool, counted the quantities again, looked at the expiration dates on their labels, and then he turned and walked out of the safe door, locking it again.

He refined the hind leg meat he brought back into pills according to the prescription and excipients, and then returned to the surface through a secret passage. The passage led to his base office. Paul opened the door and asked if any of the guards had come looking for him, and after receiving a negative answer, he went back to his office, took out a hideous rack from the safe, and slowly wiped it down.

Brandon's phone call didn't actually cause any turmoil in his heart. The interference of the outside world was nothing more than a breeze on his face, and after it blew away, there was no trace. In fact, his plan has always been carried out according to the number of bullets and the validity period.