MMB Chapter 350 Recyclable Missile
Chapter 350 Recyclable Missile
Chapter 350 Recyclable Missile
Li Shuihua asked in disbelief: "Are you sure you didn't make a mistake? Even designing one type of molds would take at least two days. This does not include the subsequent fine adjustments. If Chen Fan and the others really Having made a new product means that he must have seen the relevant data before.”
The more Li Shuihua thought about it, the more he felt that something was wrong with Chen Fan.
He even began to string Chen Fan's various motives into a thread in his mind.
The reason why he is so confident in transforming tanks must be that he has been exposed to related projects before.
He knew that Chen Fan had a superb memory, if he memorized the books he had read before, who knows when.
It is not impossible to transform a new tank in such a short period of time by slightly changing the contents.
No wonder Chen Fan didn't dare to call those experts for help.
What he is doing now is labeling himself a plagiarist.
If a real expert came and exposed Chen Fan, wouldn't the image of the "invincible king" that Chen Fan had created with all his efforts be shattered?
It must be so!
Only in this way can everything be explained.
After Li Shuihua convinced himself with these conjectures, he began to feel that Chen Fan was nothing more than that.
If you have wasted energy on Chen Fan, you might as well see how far your tank is.
Three days passed faster than anyone imagined.
In order to witness the result of this competition, Long Xiaoyun and the old chief took a special trip for several hours in the car, in order to see the true appearance of the modified tank.
Although they can watch the monitoring remotely.
But neither of them wanted to puncture the sense of surprise. No matter whether it was surprise or fright three days later, they didn't want to witness it through the cold monitoring.
Therefore, neither Long Xiaoyun nor the old chief knew that Chen Fan and the others had stayed up for three whole nights.
Chen Fan and the others had already completed the composition of the tank around 6 o'clock in the morning.
He used his clairvoyance skills for another hour to check the tank up and down, inside and out.
For fear of missing a little detail.
Chen Fan asked Leng Feng and the others to do the final proofreading to test the accuracy of each component.
Chen Fan fixed a small display screen of about 10 inches in the tank, and he wrote a few small programs and put them in the system.
Afterwards, Chen Fan sat alone at the experimental table, not knowing what he was researching.
Shi Sanba was still a little uneasy, he couldn't even believe that a tank was built just like that.
If it was three days ago, someone said to him: "Can you build a tank?"
He must have laughed out loud, and would also say a few words of sarcasm: "I can't make this thing after two lifetimes of learning. I'm not that material."
But just three days later, he made his own history.
He still looked at his hands in disbelief, and whispered to the brick beside him, "Brother, I have to buy insurance for my hands in the future."
Banzhuan yawned, and said perfunctorily in a low-interest manner: "What are you doing? Your hands have mutated?"
Shi Sanba said cheerfully: "It is indeed a mutation. The current hand is already able to create tanks. It is completely different from the hand that shoots guns before. I have to buy a double insurance. How can we say that we can create tanks now?" It's a scientist."
Ban Brick's upper and lower eyelids were fighting, and when he heard what he said, he forced himself to say: "Oh, then you can buy one for your brain, I think you are a little abnormal now."
Ten minutes later, Chen Fan came back with something that looked like a football.
Everyone stared at the thing in Chen Fan's hand: "What is this? Why is it made of such a material that it looks like a light bulb, but its shape is a bit like a tank?"
Chen Fan said with a smile: "This is a special tank shell I developed for the competition."
Everyone asked curiously: "What's so special about this thing? It doesn't look like anything special."
Chen Fan explained: "This is different from the previous tank shells. It costs less, can be used repeatedly, and is of high quality and low price. To a great extent, it reduces the waste of resources."
Chen Fan almost boasted about his invention.
He explained: "Its material is soft plastic, and it will basically not cause any harm if it is hit on a person within a short distance."
After all, Chen Fan smashed it within 5 meters of them.
It feels a little more painful than hitting a basketball on the body. After all, this material is made of soft plastic.
But the moment the bullet hit them, it was as if some switch had been touched.
The bullet instantly burst into red light, and the light coverage was within a radius of five meters.
Everyone was taken by surprise by this situation.
"What's the situation? What's going on?"
"Why is it glowing? Does this red light represent an explosion?"
Chen Fan nodded: "Yes, this is controlled by a small program inside. Its explosion range is five meters."
Suddenly, Chen Fan seemed to think of something.
He muttered in a low voice: "I found a situation. The missile I am designing now has a lithium battery structure and needs to be charged regularly. If there is a power outage during the exercise, it is not a delay. something?"
Several people looked dull: "Maybe this is the difference between us and geniuses? We only think that this thing is really creative, and we don't realize that we can improve it."
But they were used to being useless in front of Chen Fan.
It seemed very peaceful at the moment.
After Chen Fan muttered a few words to himself, he ran to the warehouse and found some equipment for solar power generation.
Attach them to the missiles.
Only now did Chen Fan say with satisfaction: "Now this is perfect. It doesn't matter even if it has no electricity. It can store electricity the moment it comes into contact with sunlight, and it doesn't affect the explosion at all. Even if it's raining, it doesn't affect too much. "
Leng Feng and the others were already sleepy and unconscious, but now they looked at Chen Fan, one by one created, and another by surprise.
They all thought it was a dream.
Chen Fan said: "His purpose is to cover with red light. The biggest difference between light and floating objects is that he will not be affected by any weather. Whether it is a rainstorm or a strong wind, the coverage of the light remains unchanged. And this The target is more precise, and no one will escape the explosion range by chance."
After doing all this, Chen Fan arranged all the things that could be used in a while.
Another tiny camera was adjusted to point at the door.
Glancing at the time, it was only 9 o'clock, and there was still an hour before the end of the game.
Chen Fan moved his shoulders and said, "Let's go, go and exercise."
(End of this chapter)