In the large warehouse attached to the experimental building.

It's getting dark, but the warehouse is still brightly lit.

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

As Hammer Industries continues to deliver all kinds of earth's top processing equipment to Fu Qinghai's stronghold, the degree of automation in Fu Qinghai's laboratory warehouse is also getting higher and higher, at least for now, the work of manufacturing ceramic steel-titanium alloy-plastic steel composite outer armor plates no longer needs Fu Qinghai to operate it himself.

As mentioned earlier, the outer layer of interstellar marine's ceramic steel armor is stable and strong, but it is a consumable in a high-intensity space war, and this kind of thing that needs to be replenished continuously, if Fu Qinghai still needs to manually cast, then the level of [Tony Stark Electronic Soul Backup] + [Astarte Technical Sergeant] is too inferior.

The casting of the ceramic steel composite armor was handed over to Fu Qinghai's personally transformed and programmed industrial automation equipment group, and Fu Qinghai is now focusing on more sophisticated and complex manufacturing work-

Explosive bombs.

The first two boxes of explosive bombs were rolled out by hand, and one box of standard explosive bombs, that is, the mass explosive bombs that would explode after hitting the target; a box of subsonic bullets, explosive bombs with the effect of silencing and stabilizing the trajectory; All had been exhausted in the Battle of Manhattan.

How cool it is when you pull the trigger, how tired you are when you rub the bomb, it's so inhibitable.

So far, the bomb still has to be rubbed by Fu Qinghai's hands.

There is no way, this work is too sophisticated and complicated, and it also has a certain degree of danger, Fu Qinghai is not at ease to hand it over to the industrial automation equipment group.

Military fans with a little common sense know that among the individual weapons fired with gunpowder, the most high-tech is always the bullet, not the gun itself.

In the previous life, many countries on the earth had the ability to automate the production of firearms, but they did not have the ability to automate the production of bullets.

This is normal.

Fu Qinghai was still dressed in the black vest and cargo pants Martin boots, standing in front of the experimental table, with a dark green auxiliary electronic glasses stuck in his right eye, concentrating on the operation.

The iron-gray device that covered a quarter of his face stuck on Fu Qinghai's face was full of Warhammer 40K style, yes, it was the same green mechanical prosthetic eye that Master Quintor had embedded in his eye socket.

It can assist Fu Qinghai to read out the accurate data of various parts, such as shaft diameter, hole position, and runout, omitting the steps of measuring instruments, and switching a variety of lenses for different measurement modes, which can be described as a sharp tool for manual work.

Many of the Technocrats of the Mechanicus Sect have no physical eyes, and it is not uncommon to even have seven or eight mechanical prosthetic eyes on one face.

Fu Qinghai first created a quality explosive bomb, that is, a standard explosive bomb.

A standard explosive bomb consists of the following components:

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

Explosive weapons, like chainsaw weapons, occupy a mid-range position in the armament system of the human empire, and are the façade weapons that can only be installed in the Astarte Legion, although the explosive gun is not like power weapons and plasma weapons, the high cost of the weapon can only be possessed by Astarte officers, and everyone in Astarte has a blaster, but this does not mean that the explosive weapon is an ordinary equipment on the bad street.

On the contrary, the imagination space for the further development of explosive weapons against ammunition types is very huge.

Fu Qinghai once walked through a box of Kraken armor-piercing bombs in the arsenal of the Ultra Warrior Sosalan, a special explosive bomb that can penetrate a vehicle, and its cost is no less than a power sword.

Unlike most weapons and equipment crafted by the Mechanicus Forge World, Special Explosives are usually crafted by the Space Marine Legion's respective Tech Sergeants.

For example, the Blood Fragment Bomb, invented by the Technical Sergeant of the Holy Blood Angel Legion, has a bolt-like warhead that explodes with blade-like shrapnel that tears through armor and flesh.

For example, the shrapnel bomb, invented by the technical sergeant of the Iron Warrior Legion, is a 1.0 caliber heavy explosive projectile that replaces a dense metal core with an additional explosion cluster, which can be air-blasted to form a barrage.

For example, the lethal strike bomb, invented by the technical sergeant of the Alpha Legion, the principle is unknown, only that the range is shorter than that of ordinary explosive bombs, but a single shot can penetrate the ceramic steel composite armor of power armor, and a special explosive bomb developed specifically for killing space marines.

During the Horus Rebellion, the Lethal Blaster was heavily used during the Istvin V Planetary Landing Site massacre, and it is clear from this bomb that the Alpha gang of bad people have been preparing for the Astarte Civil War for a long time.

It's a pity that the above-mentioned special explosive bombs are the unique technology of each interstellar warrior legion, and Fu Qinghai, who studied under Master Kunto, doesn't know the manufacturing principle, and he has already rubbed out three boxes of quality explosive bombs at the moment, just three full drums, and the next step is to hand rub a special explosive bomb that has been shared in the military casting world in the 30K period-

Scorpio Blast.

This special explosive 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, enhancing armor penetration.

The downside is that this thing is a bit unstable, and in the words of the Mechana, the mechsoul is moody, so it needs to be reloaded manually, and cannot be placed in the drum with other explosives.

Of the five, Fu Qinghai only made five Scorpio bombs, and put them in the metal weapon belt.

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

Fu Qinghai's explosive rifle is really a bit complicated, it has a drum and a grenade launcher under it, and now there are two more modifications: the sight on the back of the gun and the extended barrel of the muzzle.

In the Human Empire, there is a simple way to determine whether a weapon belongs to the highest level of quality control: see if there is exquisite gilding, skull relief, eagle wing coat of arms and the like on the weapon.

The reliability and durability of Seiko weapons are much higher than those produced on the assembly line.

All of Fu Qinghai's weapons are made by himself, and the quality control quality belongs to the Seiko weapon level, but he doesn't like those metaphysical buff bonuses, so the appearance of the weapon is still simple, cold and tough, with no extra decorations.

……

At this time, New York, Juliet Supperclub nightclub.

In the innermost VIP box, on a luxurious leather sofa, a lonely woman sits.

Outside the soundproof glass, a deafening sound wave rolls, and a lean black DJ with a naked upper body holding a microphone is standing in front of the sound equipment and shouting, and the black crowd below is shaking its head and swaying to the rhythm.

Justin Hammer was expressionless, slowly poured a crystal bottle of Hennessy cognac into a glass with ice tartar, picked it up and drank it all.

A hint of blush appeared on his delicate wheat-colored face, and Justine Hammer stared out of focus, not knowing what he was thinking.

As the only daughter of the head of Hammer Industries, the princess of the New York plutocracy, even if she is alone, Justin Hammer is used to drinking in the box instead of going to the bar to endure the endless pick-up of glamorous men.

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

There were two pieces of news that hit her hard.

The first, her father, Justin Hammer, was diagnosed with terminal pancreatic cancer, and his days were short, and the elder Hammer decided to move to Hammer Industries' space station in Earth orbit, believing that it would prolong his life.

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

Justine Hammer didn't know which of the two things hit him harder.

Justin is not a delicate white sweet rich girl, she knows everything her father does, Justine Hammer is smart and clever, she has greater ambitions than her father, and mastering Hammer Industries is necessary to make it happen.

But I don't know why my father has been unable to recognize himself.

Am I that bad?

Justin Hammer lowered his head and thought silently.

She knew that Hammer Industries' usual tactics in the past were to use unrivalled financial resources to hire and arm supervillains, and then send them to fight Hammer Industries' competitors.

Justin Hammer tries to prove to his father that he has the skills and ability to lead these supervillains.

The most important thing is to cultivate and build her future superpower team, so she chose Fu Qinghai as her goal.

tried to use his charm to win over the man who impressed his father and remembered him.

That powerful and mysterious man.

However, the result was a failure.

This frustration made her even more disheartened and depressed.

The coffee table in front of the sofa was already full of three empty wine bottles, all of which were spirits like cognac, and Justin Hammer slowly leaned back on the sofa, his slightly curly hair draped over the side of his face, his red lips slightly open, and he spat out a mouthful of wine.

At this time, outside the gate of the nightclub.

It had just rained in the streets at night, and the ground was soaked, reflecting the neon lights in the distance.

Two tall, strong night market security guards, wearing sunglasses, headsets, and tight black suits, put their hands in front of them, turning away those who did not have an appointment or were not qualified.

The clothes around his waist bulged out, and at first glance, he looked like he was wearing a weapon.

At this time, it was past the admission time of the nightclub, and the bundy girls who had not booked a booth and a loose platform were gathering outside the door in twos and threes to wait, expecting a rich boy who was not bad for money to appear, and he could take a fancy to himself and bring himself in by the way.

A burly man in a black raincoat with a face that could not be seen clearly appeared on the street and slowly approached the door of the nightclub.

The two night security guards instantly narrowed their eyes and looked up and down at the man who approached the door.

Nearly three meters tall, excessively wide shoulders, is there an awl or something like this on the raincoat above his head?

The two sunglasses security guards 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 lifted the corner of his raincoat, revealing half of his face, a white man with a fleshy face, and something seemed to be wrapped around his cheeks, which he couldn't see clearly in the night.

"It's me."

The two security guards were taken aback and said:

"Alexey, why are you back?"

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

"I'll take back what belongs to me."

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

"Alexey, I remember that you were kicked out of the gang by Ivanov, what are you doing again, and how did you become so tall now?"

Alexey, the man in the black raincoat, said lightly:

"This is a matter between me and Ivanov, you don't have to worry about it, for the sake of working together, I advise you two to get out of the way for me, I promise not to implicate you."

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

"Alexey, this is the territory of the Russian gangsters in New York, I can't let you in, let you in and I'll lose this job."

"Hmph."

The man in the raincoat snorted coldly.

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

After speaking, he lifted the big raincoat on his body, revealing his true face.

"My God......"

Two security guards armed with pistols were stunned, and a small 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, only his cheeks were exposed, and there were two light gray corners on the top of his head.

Rhinoceros like curved horns.

The surrounding Bundy Girls all looked at this person in surprise.

Alexei slowly leaned down, bent his knees in a preparatory sprint, and aimed his two corners at the door of the nightclub

"Bang Bang!"

Without hesitation, the two security guards pointed their pistols at him and pulled the trigger.

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

Alexei's thigh muscles bulged, he roared angrily and rushed to the door of the nightclub with all his might.

"Bang! Boom—"

……

Fu Qinghai had just finished building five Scorpio bombs when the mobile phone on the desktop rang.

Pick up and turn on.

"Hello?"

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

It was Nathan Lemmon, and his tone was anxious.

"What's the matter?"

Fu Qinghai asked.

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

Fu Qinghai was puzzled:

"Don't you claim that as long as it's not Tony Stark's frequented venue, you can settle it, why can't you even solve a nightclub trouble?"

Nathan Lemmon hurriedly explained:

"No, Mr. Quentin, no, the situation is a bit complicated, the other party is a superpower, a transformer who doesn't know where to come from, Mr. Hammer is on the orbital space station, I don't have time to ask him, I hope you ...... I hope you will look at Mr. Hammer's face and help us, that, Actually, Miss Justin has always admired you, she ......"

"Okay, I got it."

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

"I'll go now."

Although Fu Qinghai is still using the experimental sites and instruments provided by Hammer Industries, Fu Qinghai and Justin Hammer know that they are already in a state of mutual indebtedness.

In this collaboration, it was Fu Qinghai who was dominant, not Hammer Industries.

But since it's a cooperation, it's not impossible to do a little favor and sell a thin noodle to old Hammer.

Fu Qinghai got up from the experimental table and looked at the Blue Shell Power Armor standing on the side, and the mechanical arm was still assembling ceramic steel composite armor plates on the battle armor.

The Power Warframe has not yet been repaired.

Has Justin Hammer gone to orbit the space station?

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

Fu Qinghai, Marvel's superhero personal magazine, has not read much, but he has just read Iron Man.

Justin Hammer went to the orbital space station because he had cancer, which he thought would prolong his life.

I don't know which quack doctor told him.

It may also be that he is sick and rushes to the doctor.

Without a power armor, he could only take the power sword and blaster first, Fu Qinghai carried a big bag, walked out of the warehouse, opened the trunk of the Hummer H2, which he hadn't driven for a long time, and threw the big bag in his hand into the trunk.

Fu Qinghai stepped on the accelerator to the end, the engine roared, and the off-road vehicle went straight to the coordinates provided by Nathan Lemmon.

With one hand on the steering wheel, one last question was in mind:

Justin Hammer has always admired me?

How I didn't see it.

…………