Courtyard House: A Major Power's Heavy Industry, Hand-Crafted Nuclear Fusion

"Bang!"

A muffled gunshot shattered the silence of the valley.

The gunshot seemed to tear a crack in the air.

Everyone instinctively held their breath, raised their binoculars, or squinted at the tree.

one second.

The flight time is only one second.

Director Yang felt the tree branch in the lens suddenly tremble.

That grayish little black dot was crushed as if by an invisible giant hand, instantly turning into a cloud of blood-red mist, leaving not a single hair behind!

"..."

The wind blew across the hills, creating a rustling sound.

Apart from that, the entire room was completely silent. A deathly silence.

The binoculars in Director Yang's hand fell to the ground with a "thud," hitting his foot, but he was completely unaware.

He stiffly turned his head, looking at Su Zheng, who was still holding his gun, with empty and dull eyes, as if looking at an alien who had just arrived on Earth.

Four hundred meters.

Standing posture.

Without support.

A sparrow was blown to the head.

Is this something a human being would do?!

"This...this is a rifle?"

After a full half minute, Section Chief Wang finally managed to squeeze out a strange, distorted scream, its voice as sharp as a cat whose tail had been stepped on:

"This is practically a sniper rifle!!"

Zhao Daniu even knelt down completely; he really knelt down, his legs as limp as noodles.

The way he looked at Su Zheng had completely changed.

He wasn't looking at a level eight worker, nor was he looking at an engineer; he was looking at a war god, a death god who held the power of life and death.

"That's what you call a 'precision shooter'."

Su Zheng holstered his gun, his face calm and composed, as if he had merely swatted a fly.

He gently pulled the bolt, ejected the scorching hot cartridge case, and said calmly, "If the ammunition could be improved further, using the special propellant in my formula, I could shoot off an enemy's button from 800 meters away. That's what we often call—taking out a Japanese machine gunner with a single shot from 800 li away."

Although "eight hundred li" is an exaggeration, at this moment, looking at the still lingering blood mist, no one thought he was bragging.

While everyone was still in shock and unable to extricate themselves...

Suddenly, the roar of a jeep came from afar.

A military jeep painted in camouflage, like a mad bull, kicked up dust and, ignoring the potholes in the road, bounced and charged straight into the firing range.

Before the vehicle had even come to a complete stop, a lieutenant colonel in combat uniform, carrying two bars and a star on his shoulder, jumped out.

He was burly, with a full beard, sharp eyes like an eagle, and exuded a strong smell of gunpowder.

"Who?"

"Who the hell fired those shots just now?"

The bearded officer strode over, his voice booming like a bell, making everyone's eardrums ring:

"I'm training a reconnaissance company on the next hill, and this gunfire sounds suspicious! It's deep and penetrating; it doesn't sound like a Type 56 semi-automatic rifle, nor like a Type 38 rifle! Who's testing a new gun?"

Upon seeing this man, Section Chief Wang immediately saluted, a smile spreading across his face.

"Hey, isn't this Company Commander Li from the reconnaissance company? What brings you here?"

Company Commander Li completely ignored Section Chief Wang, and didn't even glance at Factory Director Yang.

His gaze was instantly fixed on the uniquely shaped "Dark Night" in Su Zheng's hand.

As a veteran who cherished guns and had crawled out of piles of corpses, he immediately recognized the extraordinary nature of this gun.

The sleek lines, the menacing layout, the expensive-looking scope, and the faint smell of gunpowder emanating from the muzzle...

Company Commander Li swallowed hard, rubbed his hands together, and moved closer like a lecherous man eyeing a stunning beauty, his eyes gleaming with a frighteningly green light.

"Comrade, may I touch this gun?"

Before Su Zheng could answer, he had already reached out and snatched the gun from Su Zheng's hand, stroking the gun with obvious affection.

His eyes nearly popped out of their sockets when his fingers touched the sophisticated optical sight and the smooth bolt.

"This craftsmanship...this design...it's simply a work of art! The tolerance control is on par with Russian sniper rifles by more than one level!"

Company Commander Li suddenly looked up, staring intently at Su Zheng: "Brother, where did this gun come from? Is it new stuff from the Russians? Or a secret weapon captured from the Americans?"

"I made it myself."

Su Zheng said calmly, his tone as even as if he were saying, "I just ate a steamed bun."

"What?!"

Company Commander Li exclaimed in surprise, his voice so loud it made the leaves on the trees tremble.

He grabbed Su Zheng's hand, so excited he was incoherent:

"Comrade... this... this really was all done by you alone? Using those old, worn-out machines from their Red Star Steel Plant?"

"What do you mean by calling our factory's broken equipment?!" Factory Director Yang glared at Company Commander Li with annoyance.

"I've been leading troops and training here for years, how could I not know your lousy place?"

Company Commander Li rolled his eyes: "Your factory's equipment can't compare to the military's!"

"Not to mention using them to make such a fine gun!"

"Comrade, did you really create this treasure?!"

Company Commander Li couldn't help but ask again.

"Yes."

Su Zheng spoke the truth:

"Some parts were polished by Zhao Ming, and the core components were hand-crafted by me."

"The main thing is that we used some new ideas."

Amazing!

At that moment, Company Commander Li and Factory Director Yang exchanged a glance.

In that instant, these two old foxes from different fields unexpectedly developed a strange tacit understanding.

The air seemed to freeze.

They both understood what the other was thinking:

This gun is amazing; it can hit a sparrow 400 meters away—it's a legendary gun.

But what's even more impressive... is the person who made the gun!

The person who could create such a marvel by hand under such rudimentary conditions is a national treasure! A living strategic resource!

He is a genius who can change the course of the nation's military industry!

This isn't just about building a gun; it's about building a future for the country!

"Section Chief Wang! Seal off the scene! Immediately! Right now!"

Company Commander Li suddenly roared with a murderous look, startling the surrounding militiamen:

"No one is allowed to divulge what just happened! Not a single word about the gun's specifications is to be leaked! Anyone who does will be shot! This is a top-secret military operation!"

After speaking, he turned to look at Factory Director Yang, lowered his voice, and spoke with an undeniable domineering tone:

"Old Yang, I'm taking this man back to the military region. I'm taking this gun with me too. This is beyond what your steel mill can handle."

"Dream on!"

Factory Director Yang immediately lost his temper.

He was usually quite polite to the military, but at this moment he acted like a mother hen protecting her chicks, stepping in front of Su Zheng and completely blocking him from view.

"Li Bayi! Don't push your luck! This is an eighth-grade worker from our steel rolling mill! He's a prized asset of the Ministry of Metallurgy! You think you can rob him? No way! Believe me or not, I'll call the higher-ups and report you for robbery!"

"This is a military industry genius! It's a waste of his talent to work in your steel rolling mill!" The veins on Company Commander Li's neck bulged.

"Bullshit! We're also forging swords for the country! Without good steel, what are you going to use to make guns?"

The two stared at each other, face to face, spitting as they spoke, the air thick with tension.

Suddenly, the two of them breathed a sigh of relief at the same time and looked at each other again.

"Stop arguing, and I won't fight over it anymore."

Factory Director Yang wiped the spittle off his face. "This is a huge matter; none of us can make the decision."

"right."

Company Commander Li took a deep breath to calm his agitated emotions. "We have to report this to our superiors. This is a major incident that could shake the heavens."

"I'll go back and call the top leader right now."

Factory Director Yang turned and ran to the car, even faster than when he came, as if a dog was chasing him: "This man belongs to our factory, no one can take him away!"

"I also need to go back to company headquarters and present the commander with a red banner!"

Company Commander Li wasn't to be outdone. He didn't even bother grabbing his gun, jumping into the jeep and flooring the gas pedal. "Good stuff must go to the troops first!"

Watching the two jeeps speed away like race cars, kicking up dust, leaving Section Chief Wang and Zhao Daniu standing bewildered in the wind.

Su Zheng remained calm.

He patted the dust off his clothes, watched the car disappear into the distance, and a meaningful smile appeared on his lips.

He knew...

Whether it's the top leader or the commander of the military region.

Upon hearing this news, they would probably all be restless.

From this moment on, his name officially entered the view of the highest level of the country!