Apocalyptic Red Alert

"Luna, when will the new weapons be delivered?" Han Feng really wanted to have these new weapons now.

"Captain Han, are you sure you want these weapons?"

"Yes."

"Okay, Captain Han." In response, Luna continued, "Since the production of new weapons requires the addition of new materials, there are eight types in total, and a total of 16,000 gold coins are required."

"Okay! Make it!"

Hearing "only" 16,000, Han Feng responded without blinking.

"Okay, Captain Han, it will take about ten minutes to make new weapons."

"Um... By the way, make Liu Zhe's weapons as well."

"Okay, Captain Han."

After communicating with Luna, Han Feng put on his coat.

It will take ten minutes to make it, and it still needs to be delivered from the base... With this little time, it is better to go there in person, so that you can get the desired weapons earlier!

When he came downstairs, Han Feng saw the off-road vehicle at a glance.

Sitting in the car, Han Feng smelled a hint of blood...

He turned his head to look at the co-pilot... "Alas... It would be nice if the blood rage didn't bleed."

Han Feng felt helpless facing his own blood.

On the way to the base, Han Feng suddenly remembered something and asked, "By the way, Luna, where is the priest who played with ice? Is he awake?"

"Report to Captain Han, the priest woke up around 3 o'clock this afternoon."

"Well, didn't you let him play with Liu Zhe?" Thinking of the battle between ice and fire, Han Feng really couldn't guess who would have the last laugh.

"Uh... Liu Zhe is in a coma now..." After Han Feng finished speaking, Luna said very "appropriately"...

"What about the priest?"

Since Liu Zhe was knocked unconscious, the priest shouldn't be much better, right?

"He was stunned by the magnetic infantry and is also in a coma.

"Liu Zhe... is really useless..." After hearing this, Han Feng hesitated for a long time, and finally "taunted" him.

After saying that, Han Feng kept silent and began to look forward to his new weapon...

In three or four minutes, Han Feng drove to the base.

Looking at the base gradually returning to its original appearance, Han Feng pursed his lips and thought of... Wei Yun... has not been found yet.

Take out a cigarette and light it, Han Feng quietly stands by the base waiting...

At night, in the dark environment, the scarlet cigarette butt in Han Feng's hand flickers...

The soft and cold breeze blew across the corner of Han Feng's clothes, and no one knew what he was thinking at this time.

"Report to Captain Han, the customized weapons have all been manufactured."

Suddenly, Han Feng remembered Luna's report in his mind.

After coming back to his senses, Han Feng realized that the cigarette in his hand had burned out...

"Well. "

Han Feng raised his head and looked around in response.

In front of the combat laboratory, Han Feng saw two researchers carrying several heavy bags walking towards him.

"Thank you for your hard work, you can go back." Han Feng said politely, holding up the packages in the hands of the two with telekinesis.

"It is our supreme honor to serve Team Han!" The two researchers saw the packages in their hands "flying" up, and immediately straightened up and saluted Han Feng.

"Yes." Han Feng waved his hand in return.

Han Feng took several packages flying in the air and opened them to check them immediately. →

"Is this the silver shuttle, silver wing, and... needle? "

Take out a new belt, Han Feng noticed. It is slightly different from the belt he is wearing now. There is a row of fine needles on the right front of the belt.

Also, the distance between the silver shuttle and the silver wings is slightly tighter.

Pinching out a needle, Han Feng began to examine it carefully...

This silver-white needle, three inches long, with sharp ends, is about the same thickness as the largest sewing needle.

After weighing it, the needle is as light as a feather...

With a slightly curious look, Han Feng pressed hard in the middle of the needle with his finger. Press...

Bent? ... Seeing the needle bent by his own pressure, Han Feng was a little puzzled.

But the moment he let go of his hand, Han Feng's doubts disappeared!

I saw that after the pressure was released, the needle immediately rebounded to normal! This shows that... the material used to make this needle is very resilient!

"Not bad..."

With a compliment, Han Feng's mind power suddenly rose!

The mind power carried the needle and made it float slowly in the palm of his hand.

Looking up and scanning the surroundings, Han Feng found the "target".

"Go!"

With a light shout, the needle suspended in the palm of his hand instantly rushed out! Straight to the wall!

"Puff..."

In the silent night, Han Feng's ears caught a slight sound...

"Luna, how is the wall?"

When Han Feng asked, he thought it was great that the needle could pierce the wall.

But... Luna's words shocked Han Feng!

"Report to Captain Han, the wall has been pierced, please repair it. ”

“…”

After a few seconds of silence, Han Feng was ecstatic!!!

The wall was so solid that no further testing was needed!

It was two meters thick! The wall could withstand five shells per square meter without falling! It was actually… pierced by this tiny needle… in an instant!

Under the influence of telekinesis, Han Feng “recalled” the needle that had just been used.

Touch it and see…it was completely unharmed! Even the sharp needle tip did not show any sense of setbacks!

“I…”

An excited heart and trembling hands!

Holding the needle, Han Feng did not know what to say for a moment!

"A sharp shot, a thousand-meter fatal... Once used, you will either die or be injured! From now on... it will be called a blood needle..." After a pause, Han Feng continued, "It just so happens that it is similar to my blood rage. …”

Staring at the "murderous weapon" in his hand, Han Feng named it!

"Okay, Captain Han, this will be the blood shot from now on."

Following Han Feng's instructions, Luna officially changed his name.

Putting the needle back in place, Han Feng raised his belt and counted it at close range.

"one two three……"

"There are ten in total." After counting, Han Feng understood...the silver wings of the shuttle and the blood needle were both ten.

"Yes, the Korean team, there are ten blood needles in total." Then, Luna began to explain, "There are thirty telepathic long-range weapons. Within this number, your mental power will not be consumed too much, and you can use it to full effect." to its fullest power.”

"Um."

After responding softly to show his understanding, Han Feng took off the previous belt around his waist and put on a new one.

After arranging his clothes, Han Feng knelt down and opened the next package.

"The three-sided military thorn... looks very powerful."

Han Feng took out two three-edged military thorns from the package and looked at them carefully again.

I don't know what kind of cloth tape is wrapped around the handle. On this cold winter night, it feels slightly warm, and the comfort level is perfect!

Looking at the blade again... there are three obvious edges on the straight "steel rod".

Just from the dazzling cold light, Han Feng knew that this guy's sharpness was absolutely top-notch!

Holding two triangular spurs in both hands, Han Feng stood up and looked around again...

"It's up to you..." Looking at the wall that was pierced by the blood needle just now, Han Feng decided to "experiment" with it...

At worst, the repairs will be done after the completion~

"Whoosh!"

"Howl!!!"

Han Feng activated his speed superpower and reached the wall in an instant!

With the ear-piercing whistling sound of the three-edged spurs, Han Feng used both arms to slam towards the wall!

"Tum! Tum!"

Two piercing sounds sounded in front of him... The thirty centimeter-long triangular thorn was inserted into the wall in an instant... It was not until the handle of the triangular thorn that it stopped on its trajectory!

"I……"

Just like before, Han Feng once again showed a shocked expression!

Because only Han Feng knew... Just now, he tried his best, but he was afraid that the military assassin could not penetrate deep into the wall. But I never thought... the triangular spur was not greatly hindered... instead it was hit too hard, causing my hands to feel swollen and numb!

"Tsk tsk