Grim Reaper Red Packet

Chapter 270

"I am the one who is ashamed, you don't have to worry about it."

Wei Wuji said calmly.

"I'm afraid you'll lose face to the ancestors of the Wei family."

Wei Wuyuan's tone at this moment is like a real Wei family member.

People watching this test, besides Wei Wuyuan, there are also the four elders of China.

In addition, there are a few nuclear bomb experts who are all disdainful and want to see what kind of skills Wei Wuji, who is strongly supported by the Shenspear Bureau and the government, has.

Those experts are all the top military talents in China.

"Let a brat make this kind of weapon, are the four elders crazy?"

An old man with white beard and glasses said coldly.

"I heard that it wasn't the four elders who agreed, but high-level government officials."

Another female expert said.

"High-level government?"

Another expert sneered.

Wei Wuyuan looked smug, obviously willing to see Wei Wuji get embarrassed.

The five members of the Divine Spear Death Squad were in charge of launching the missiles. They all looked solemn, but they believed in Wei Wuji.

Lai Xiaoyu kept looking at Wei Wuji, seeing the weird smile on Wei Wuji's mouth, her heart felt very at ease.

"emission."

Following Lai Xiaoyu's order, the micro-missile was launched ten miles away.

"Xia Lao, I think it's better to hide in the armored vehicle, it's safer."

Seeing the missile being launched, Wei Wuji turned and said to Xia Zhongru.

"Alright."

Xia Zhongru chose to trust Wei Wuji, but invited the others, but only Zhou Zhongteng followed them into the armored vehicle.

boom.

The tiny missile exploded ten miles away, creating a terrifying mushroom cloud.

Scattered forcefully, rolled up the yellow sand, like a dozen tornadoes, raging wildly in all directions.

"Get in the car."

When the sand wave hit, those who stayed outside were all stunned, but Wei Wuyuan yelled loudly to remind everyone.

Those experts, no longer maintaining their professional demeanor, fled in panic to the armored vehicles.

But the sand waves came very fiercely. Before they could reach the car, they were swept into the sand waves, and were carried by the sand waves to roll for dozens of meters in the sand.

Fortunately, the power of the bomb has been very weak here, and it has only been slightly affected. Otherwise, the lives of everyone will be unpredictable.

When the sand waves subsided, Wei Wuji and others stepped out of the armored vehicle. Looking around, all the sand dunes in front of him were flattened.

"Hua Lao, Shen Lao, what's wrong with you?"

When Xia Zhongru discovered the two elders, he couldn't help asking with a smile.

Hua Zhongfei and Shen Zhongdao were covered with sand and dust, their hair and beard were full of sand, and they were extremely embarrassed.

As for those experts, it is the same.

Even Wei Wuyuan's face was covered with dust, no matter how strong his cultivation was, he couldn't block all the dust.

Lai Xiaoyu and the others got off the launching armored vehicle, all of them with happy faces, rushed to Wei Wuji to express their congratulations.

"It's just a small missile, don't get too excited."

Wei Wuji patted his chest and said with a smile: "In time, I can create a missile that is a hundred times more powerful than this, and then..."

"A hundred times stronger?"

The white-bearded expert stared at a pair of old eyes, and said coldly: "It's a good thing that young people like to brag, but this is scientific research, and it's not good to brag too much."

"Grandpa, can you build the miniature missile you tested just now?"

Wei Wuji asked back.

The white-bearded expert blushed immediately, moved his lips several times, but couldn't utter a word.

Needless to say, the miniature bomb made by Wei Wuji is as powerful as an atomic bomb.

Using such a small volume to produce such a strong explosive force is definitely the top level in this industry.

No matter how young Wei Wuji is and how inexperienced he is, the things he can make can be witnessed by everyone, and no matter how many ugly words he thinks up, he can't discredit him.

"Wuji, with those guns and this kind of miniature missiles, it is enough to support the black chicken industry."

Xia Zhongru suppressed the horror in his heart, held Wei Wuji's hand, and said with a smile: "The wormhole is getting closer and closer. This kind of missile must be mass-produced as soon as possible. No matter what kind of enemy comes, we must be fully prepared."

"Although the black-bone chicken industry has just started, it is not a problem to make a hundred pieces within ten days."

Wei Wuji has already said it very conservatively. With the stone that Uncle Wu found, it is more than enough to make a thousand miniature missiles.

Most of those experts were overwhelmed by this miniature missile, and stepped forward to congratulate them one after another. What's more, they lowered their stance and wanted to ask Wei Wuji for more advice.

Of course, there are also those like the white bearded expert, who are still staring and unconvinced.

This kind of dissatisfaction, to put it bluntly, is envy, jealousy and hatred.

"Good job, keep up the good work."

Hua Zhongfei came over, patted Wei Wuji on the shoulder, and encouraged him with a smile.

The bruises on his nose disappeared and healed completely, obviously enjoying the best medical treatment.

Hua Zhongfei's delay in making a move really made Wei Wuji puzzled.

Recently, due to the appearance of wormholes, Hua Zhongfei put almost all his thoughts on researching wormholes.

That kind of earnestness is quite attractive.

The video of the micro-missile detonating was released by China Central Media, which shocked the whole world.

The military fans in Shenzhou were extremely excited. Many people came to the Wuji Industrial Headquarters Building and held banners to express their support for Wei Wuji.

Seeing that Wei Wuji quickly grabbed the headlines, Wei Wuyuan sat on the sofa in the mansion, feeling very unhappy.

"No matter how good you are, you are at best a dog who was kicked out of the Wei family."

As Wei Wuyuan spoke, he pointed at the newspaper, and the whole newspaper was instantly reduced to ashes.

His face was terribly cold.

The death red envelope group is naturally very lively.

Those superheroes in the United States usually pay attention to the news of China, and they are all amazed to see Wei Wuji in China causing a military trend.

You know, the privatization of Shenzhou Neng's military industry is already a great miracle, but now Wei Wuji's research is still being publicized, with the intention of letting everyone in the world know, which is simply unreasonable.

Iron Man: Mowgli, how did you do it?
Seeing Wei Wuji bubbling, Iron Man immediately asked.

To be honest, the power of that tiny missile really shocked Iron Man.

Iron Man is puzzled. The materials and equipment owned by China are not comparable to those of Stark Industries. But why is the missile made by Wei Wuji so powerful?
This unscientific.

Wei Wuji: Tony, admit it, although you are a genius, I am obviously stronger than you.

Iron Man: Isn't it just the benefit of Ultron, what's there to brag about.

Wei Wuji: On the real battlefield, strength speaks for itself, not where it comes from.

Iron Man was so choked that he couldn't answer, he took a few sips of red wine, leaned back in his chair, and let out a long sigh.

Pepper came from one side, seeing Iron Man's distraught appearance, he couldn't help laughing and said: "I just talked to Tingting on the phone, Wuji found better materials."

"Better material?"

Iron Man showed doubts on his face, and said: "What I can synthesize is already the best material in the world. That kid, where can I come from... No, unless those guys help him."

Iron Man turned his head quickly, and immediately thought of the gods in the red envelope group.

Iron Man: Wuji, share some of your materials with me!

Wei Wuji: What material?
Iron Man: Stop pretending, Tingting has already said, you got better materials from somewhere, give me some, it will also open my eyes.

Wei Wuji saw a black line, Niu Tingting, a traitor, should be cut to death.

Iron Man: You only need a little bit, don't worry, I won't take it for nothing, I will definitely give you something better.

(End of this chapter)