I blame the system for licking dogs

Chapter 61: Tiangong Pavilion Hidden Underground

Liu Zhengjing was helpless. When he woke up, he was in a closed room. There was no window in the room. The door was made of metal and the walls were made of metal. Liu Zhengjing smashed it with his fist and a dull voice told

His metal wall is probably at least dozens of centimeters thick.

Even a martial artist can't get out.

Therefore, Liu Zhengzheng gave up his thoughts of escaping from prison even though his body was not restrained.

Instead, he wandered around the room. There was only one table in the room, and some paper materials were placed on the table.

Liu Zhengjing looked through them and found that they were all design drawings. He was a little shocked when he looked closely.

The contents of these materials are all weapons, including bombs, firearms, pulse guns, formations and the like.

Liu Zhengjing read it for a long time. He didn't recover from the information until a small window appeared on the ceiling and some food hung down.

Liu Zhengzheng happened to be a little hungry, so he wasn't worried about poisoning. After all, people are now working as swordsmen and others are eating fish, so there is no need to poison the food.

After devouring for a while, Liu Zhengjing returned to the table to look at the information on the weapons.

The old man would not lock himself in this room for no reason. These were considered top-secret weapon design materials outside, and it was impossible for him to forget to pack them away. With the idea of ​​​​taking them as they come, Liu Zhengjing immersed himself in reading them.

Hua Wuchang, with a frosty face on her pretty face, walked out of Baihua Club angrily towards the north gate.

Since ancient times, only the west gate of Pingyang Town has had a road leading to the outside world. The other three gates all face a circle of steep Gu (Dai Gu landform), as if they are just decorations.

There are towering old trees on the mountain directly opposite the north gate. There is a cave with a radius of five meters above it. The cave is dark and blocked by taller trees. The entrance of the cave cannot be seen from any direction.

Hua Wuchang walked into the cave entrance with ease and familiarity. After walking a few dozen steps and turning a corner, a heavy metal door appeared in front of her eyes.

This is a hidden underground base.

Hua Wuchang looked up at an inconspicuous little hole on the top of the door. There was a camera in the hole.

"Open the door!" Hua Wuchang said in a bad tone.

"Please wait a moment and report immediately." A man's polite electronic voice came from somewhere.

In the duty room behind the metal door, a young man in a white coat ran all the way through the bright corridor and arrived at an office.

The old man with white beard and white hair sat on a couch and fell asleep.

The young man said cautiously: "Ancestor, the boss of Baihua Huihua wants to see you."

The old man didn't even open his eyes and said softly, "Tell her to get away. This is not a place where she comes just as she says."

The young man looked troubled.

The old man glanced at him lightly and said, "Don't be afraid of her, just tell her to let her fart out and go away if nothing happens."

It was obvious that the old man didn't want to see Hua Wuchang. When the young man trotted away, the old man muttered, "The whole house is full of vixens, so they know how to lead good children badly. There are so many good children in the middle of the night..."

Less than a minute after the young man left, he hurried in again and said, "President Hua left a message that it's OK to vent your anger on that kid, but you can't hurt your life."

The old man suddenly opened his cloudy eyes, a flash of anger flashed, "What a shame!"

After saying that, he got up and walked out angrily, walking like the wind, but he didn't look like an old man.

The heavy iron door slowly lifted, and there was only an empty cave outside the door, with the shadow of Hua Wuchang nowhere to be seen.

"Unruly little girl, you can run fast." The old man turned around slowly, looking old-fashioned again, and the cane made a clicking sound in the silent corridor.

The old man returned to the office, and just as he lay down, the young man hurried in again, "Old Ancestor, Zheng Zuotang is here."

The old man opened his eyes, with a look of boredom on his face, "Let him come in."

As soon as he finished speaking, a tall figure had already entered the office.

Zheng Da bowed and saluted, "Zheng Da pays homage to his sixth uncle."

The old man sat up slightly and hummed slightly, "If you are not guarding the ancestral hall, why are you coming to Tiangong Pavilion?"

Zheng Da said calmly: "I'm here for the two people you arrested today."

The old man rolled his eyes, "Why, you also want to tell me not to hurt that kid's life?"

Zheng laughed and said, "I don't dare. Junior Sister Hua has no inhibitions about her words. Uncle Sixth, please don't get angry. I'm here for another person."

The old man asked doubtfully: "Isn't that what Da Qin says is a matter of personal responsibility? If you die, you will die, and you still need to make a trip."

Zheng Da replied: "This person is different and may be beneficial to our Hong League in the future."

"Well, let it go then." The old man nodded to the young man waiting aside, and the young man left quickly.

Seeing that Zheng Da hadn't left yet, the old man asked: "Is there anything else?"

Zheng Da thought for a moment and said, "Liu Zhengjing...has not yet joined the alliance."

"Didn't Xiaoyong accept him as his disciple?"

"To accept a disciple is to accept a disciple, and to get started is to get started. The rules cannot be broken." Zheng Da said.

The old man suddenly stood up, blew his beard and glared, "Rules, rules, why didn't you mention the rules when Liu Sangen left twenty years ago?"

Zheng Da lowered his head slightly, but did not speak. His attitude remained firm.

The old man lost his temper, sat back, and softened his tone a little, "I know it's not easy for you, don't worry, I'm a lot older and I won't do anything random." After saying that, he waved his hand.

Zheng Da cupped his hands and turned to leave.

The old man sat for a moment, slowly stood up, walked out of the office, and made a palm pattern on a wall. A palm pattern lit up on the wall, and then the wall parted to both sides, revealing an elevator.

The elevator slowly descended for nearly a hundred meters, and then opened again. The outside of the elevator turned into a very large space, and countless researchers in white coats were busy walking around.

Who would have thought that there would be such a big base under the mountains of Pingyang Town.

The old man walked slowly, and people greeted him from time to time. Most of them called him "ancestor", while others called him "hall master", "pavilion master" and "master".

The old man walked to a metal door and put his hand on the door. The metal door opened, revealing a small secret room.

In the secret room, Liu Zhengzheng raised his head and watched the old man walking in, stood up and waited quietly.

The old man stepped in and asked expressionlessly, "Do you understand?"

Liu Zhengzheng thought for a while and honestly said, "I don't understand."

"Then do you know what this information is about?"

"It seems to be researching weapons against powerful warriors."

"Any ideas?"

"no idea."

"Oh, then I'll come back when you have an idea." The old man said and left.

"Wait." Liu Zhengjing hurriedly called to the old man. Although he didn't know what the old man wanted to do, he understood what the old man said. As long as he didn't have an idea for a day, he wouldn't be able to get out.

"I actually have an opinion."

The old man looked at Liu Zhengjing and motioned for Liu Zhengjing to continue.

"I've probably looked at dozens of weapons here. Most of them are pursuing the power of a single weapon to achieve maximum damage. The target should be martial arts masters or warriors above the realm of martial arts masters."

Seeing that the old man was noncommittal, Liu Zhengjing continued, "Martial arts masters and above are already aware of the crisis. Whether it is a bomb or a stolen bomb within the range, it will either not have enough instant lethality, or it will be difficult to hit or completely cover it."

"At present, the individual lethality of these weapons has reached a bottleneck, and no matter how powerful they are, there will be higher requirements for volume and detonation methods."

Liu Zhengjing's words are not nonsense. Ever since he came to this world and found out that he was a loser, Liu Zhengjing has researched powerful weapons that can compete with warriors and warlocks. After research, he found that the technological weapons of this world are still very backward.

This is understandable. For a civilization that relies on true energy and magicians to develop, it will always be lame in terms of technology.

In his previous life, Liu Zhengjing had at least been to the battlefield. As a diligent and studious reporter, he had also studied various battlefield weapons. Comparing the two worlds, if Da Qin did not have high-end warriors and sorcerers, it would be beaten by China in his previous life.

"Are you saying that if you have any brains, you know all these things, but you don't have any useful insights?" The old man was dissatisfied.

"I have an idea called 'cluster bomb', which uses a mother bomb to carry dozens or hundreds of bullets, and detonates the mother bomb by triggering or setting a fuse, and then covers the bullets within a certain range in an instant."

"What's the difference between your idea and throwing dozens of bombs together?" The old man was not optimistic.

Liu Zhengjing explained patiently: "You can't tell the difference if you throw it by humans. If you throw it by machinery or aircraft, the killing efficiency within the range is very high. Even a martial artist at the martial arts level will have a hard time avoiding it."

The old man gently polished the walking stick with his palms, and his eyes became brighter and brighter. He knew weapons. When bombs and bombs exploded intensively within a range, the lethality was not calculated like 11=2. When the number of bombs within the range reached a certain number, the lethality would increase.

Grow geometrically.

After a long time, the old man said to a camera above his head: "You heard it, notify the Dahuang branch immediately and start research and experiments.

On the other end of the camera, there were more than ten researchers sitting in a small conference room, discussing instantly.

"The information in the pavilion records that similar experiments were conducted many years ago. The detonation difficulty and design were very difficult."

"With our current technology, we can give it a try."

Liu Zhengzheng breathed a sigh of relief. He was really worried that there was already such a thing as cluster bombs in the world. After all, it was not that difficult to think of.

This thing has existed in previous lives and has been banned internationally. The reason is that the damage area is too large and it is very unkind.

"Do you have any other ideas?" The old man looked at Liu Zhengjing with bright eyes.

"Yes." Liu Zhengzheng thought for a moment and nodded, "But why should I say it?"

The old man was stunned and smiled, "Do you know where this place is?"

"have no idea."

"This is Tiangong Pavilion, the most important of the thirteen sects of the Hong League. All weapons that can cause damage to warriors and sorcerers are strictly controlled. Our Hong League can compete with the Qin for thousands of years, so we will naturally have our own

Weapons R&D Department.”

"Tiangong Pavilion supplies weapons for the entire Hong League, including weapons of war and magic weapons."

The old man said proudly, his eyebrows raised a lot.

"oh."

"Um?"

"What does it have to do with me?"

The old man was speechless, "Don't you know that your father was the previous head of Tiangong Pavilion?"

Liu Zhengjing was shocked. He guessed that Liu Sangeng was not an ordinary person in Pingyang Town, but he did not expect that he was the head of such an important department.

The old man sighed, "Your father has owed me a lot to Tiangong Pavilion."

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