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Chapter 1469: Bulletproof vests arriving in Da Nang

"Dr. Sean, look at what good stuff the mice I sent out brought back~!"

A dark green standard tactical vest was placed on the table.

It made a loud noise when it was placed on the table, and you could tell that the dress was very heavy.

"What, this looks like a piece of clothing, why did you bring a piece of clothing to my place?"

The blond old man in a white coat pushed up the round-framed glasses on his nose. A green vine growing upward was symmetrically embroidered on the collar of his coat. The leaves of the vine were the same dark green as the bulletproof vest.

"What you are wearing is, technically speaking, also clothes, but clothes and clothes are completely different."

The man took off his military cap, tucked it under his elbow, raised his right hand, and stroked the logo on the chest of the old man's white coat from beginning to end.

"MONSANTO~!"

The man with the hooked nose and light blue eyes looked at the company with a trace of disgust in his eyes. He retracted his index finger, rubbed it with his thumb, and finally took out the white glove from his pocket and wiped it.

He took a look at the bottles and jars of unknown orange liquid on the operating table behind the doctor, and subconsciously retreated back to the door.

Although they really need the products brought by the doctor to deal with the jungles that cover the mountains and block out the sun, there is no doubt that this devilish dangerous chemical should be stayed away from as much as possible.

"Don't worry, 2, 4, 5, T, it's safe. At least, it's like that here. If it's not necessary, I hope you don't have to show up in front of me~!"

The little old man scratched his blond hair, as if he could see the officer's fear and respect for him. He looked back at his work in the laboratory with eyes full of doting.

There is no doubt that in his eyes, this may be the best research product of his life, but it may be used in an inappropriate place.

But research requires funding, so the product needs to be mass-produced before it can be monetized.

As for this doctor, he just wanted to see what kind of devil came out of the Pandora's box he opened with his own hands.

"This is a new discovery. It's their new standard bulletproof vest. It's very effective, but it's hard to get. The current equipment scale is not large. You don't want a soldier wearing this bulletproof vest to rush in here and pour what you brought into your mouth~!"

Compared to the orange unknown liquid, the hook-nosed officer cares more about this bulletproof vest. War depends on the range of artillery, the power of explosives, the quality of soldiers, and the completeness of equipment.

It may be useful in other aspects, but how effective it is and what it can bring in return, only God knows.

"How good is that? Let me guess what's inside. Alloy, chemical fiber. I think I understand what you mean. This is a laboratory, but it's not a place for you to do experiments~!"

The old doctor shrugged his shoulders. Although he said so, his hands were very honest. He picked up a pair of stainless steel scissors and without hesitation, he stabbed into the corner of the canvas outside the bulletproof vest.

"Listen, Sean, the M16 can't penetrate it. You know what that means. If those monkeys jumping around in the jungle wear this kind of bulletproof vest, it will be a disaster for us."

"If we cannot achieve effective killing, our progress will be greatly delayed, and you will have to take these things back the same way you brought them here."

With disgust, he looked at the orange tin barrel. Currently, more than ten thousand gallons of this herbicide have been sprayed into the jungle area, but the effect is not obvious. Instead, the group of monkeys are becoming more and more terrifying.

"Of course, when the time comes, you can also take the oars, row these tin cans, cross the eight thousand miles of ocean, and return to the company in Missouri~!"

In order to emphasize the seriousness of the matter, the officer once again poked the mark on the old doctor's chest with his finger. This game has been going on for a long time, and both sides have little patience left.

"Don't be nervous, sir. 2, 4, 5, T. It will definitely achieve the desired effect. Without the cover of the jungle, the monkey will eventually be hunted by hunters, even if it is a monkey wearing a coconut shell~!"

"Kacha~!"

Compared with the officers, the old man was more curious about how far the chemical industry over there had reached. Perhaps, he could tell something from the chemical products. Bulletproof vests were not something his work area covered.

But the test results are very simple. If it is an alloy or something like that, we can get some answers through chemical analysis. The sharp scissors turned along the edge of the bulletproof vest. However, after cutting, a whole piece of black cloth appeared inside, tightly wrapped around the curved board.

“Ding ding, ding ding~!”

The metal scissors struck against the front and back sides, and although there was a layer of cloth between them, they still made different striking sounds.

"I swear, there must be a steel plate at the back. It's cleverly designed to cover the most vulnerable part of the torso. Hmm, Seven, eh, Seven, it sounds like a product of Boeing. No, those barbarians can only produce airplanes?"

The old man picked up the bulletproof plate, drew a stroke on his torso, and looked at the fonts on the back of the bulletproof plate. He only recognized the three words 787. As for the other fonts, he didn't understand them at all.

"Beijing City, do you know where it is?"

The hook-nosed officer turned over the tailored tactical vest. The back had the same font on it. He touched his fingers back and forth under the two words and looked up at the doctor.

"Their capital is like our Washington~!"

The moment he took out the board, the doctor smelled the smell of chemical products. He moved the bulletproof plate under his nose, and a sour and unpleasant temperature evaporated into his nasal cavity.

"I believe it was manufactured no more than half a year ago, maybe even only three months ago. Oh my god, this is the smell of ethyl cyanoacrylate. Too much tackifier was added, and it's glued together with super glue. Looks like you have to wait here for a while~!"

After putting the bulletproof plate back on the table, the old doctor put on a gas mask and special glasses to protect his eyes, stuffed his hands into rubber gloves, took out some liquid from the refrigerator, and mixed it in the glass box in front of the hook-nosed officer.

When the officer saw the doctor's scene, he immediately walked out and waited, but he would not smell those strange chemicals. Who knows which one is a highly toxic substance that is harmful to the body.

"Acetone, it doesn't look that dangerous, but it's also very safe~!"

The doctor still had some time to turn around and tease the officer who was escaping from the laboratory in a panic.

After being dissolved by acetone, the 502 glue became ineffective after a short period of use. The canvas that was originally bonded to the bulletproof plate flatly began to wrinkle, like dead skin on the hands that would fall off if torn off.

The stainless steel scissors came into play again. Under the operation of rubber gloves, the substance inside was completely exposed to the doctor's eyes.

"This doesn't look like high-strength chemical fiber. I think you may have found the wrong person~!"

The officer, who covered his hooked nose with white gloves, heard the old doctor's voice and walked in from outside with a sinister look. This time, the door was not closed but left open. It seemed that the smell coming from inside was really unpleasant.

The old man looked at the palm-sized white blocks that had slid off the steel plate. He didn't even look at the back plate, which was just ordinary steel. What made him curious was the ceramic piece in front of him, which was about the width of a thumb.

"What is this?"

"Ding Ding?"

Silver Hook Nose rarely took off the gloves under his nose, put them on his hands, picked up two pieces, and when he knocked them, he could hear a pleasant knocking sound.

"It looks like ceramics. You have to know that CHI... also stands for porcelain. You have to know that they have been using it for thousands of years. Our ancestors even had to import it in order to enjoy exquisite works of art~!"

"After being fired at high temperatures, the chemical properties of the ceramics have changed. Unless you can get their formula, you can only rely on God's blessing if you want to study it clearly~!"

Putting down the ceramic piece in his hand, the old doctor spread out his hands with a helpless look on his face. Perhaps, after taking it back and spending a long time, he could analyze the composition of the piece bit by bit.

But if we want to accomplish all this here, the conditions are totally insufficient. This is just a temporary laboratory.

"Damn porcelain, damn it~!"

(End of this chapter)