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Li Yichen laughed for more than ten seconds before he finally stopped.

That was just the right time.

Seven weapon modules, from structural design to material formulation to assembly and testing processes, are all precise down to the micrometer level. Palm pulse cannon, wrist high-temperature cutting laser, shoulder eight-cell miniature guided missile, forearm armor-piercing projectile launch module, electromagnetic decoy jamming system, back-mounted ground-attack cluster rocket pod—even the miniaturized manufacturing process of the ammunition is included.

He quickly went through the material inventory list of the military region laboratory in his mind.

Tungsten alloys, boron carbide ceramic sheets, miniature gyroscopes, solid propellant premixes, high-energy-density energy storage capacitors... the military region must have these things.

Twenty-nine hours. Tight, but enough.

Li Yichen bent down to reel in the fishing rod and kicked the empty bucket to the side.

"It's always the Air Force, they never change the location..."

He muttered something to himself as he took the fishing rod off and stuffed it into the storage bag—

Behind them, on the path, came the sound of two people talking in hushed tones.

"Look, bro, it's that young man again."

"Hmm? Which one?"

"That guy! Every time he comes, he sits in that chair, casts a couple of lines into the Huangpu River, and I've never seen him catch a single fish."

Li Yichen stopped.

His enhanced hearing from the gene-optimized serum allowed him to hear the two old men's conversation perfectly. He didn't turn around, continuing to pack his equipment, but his ears were perked up.

The old man with gray hair spoke again in a low voice: "Hey Lao Liu, did you see that just now? That kid was laughing at the sky for ages, like he was possessed."

The old man in the fisherman's hat leaned over and glanced in Li Yichen's direction, nodding repeatedly.

"I saw it, I saw it. Sigh, young people these days have such poor mental fortitude. They can't even handle going home empty-handed a few times? I didn't get angry even after going home empty-handed for half a month straight at Miyun Reservoir back in the day."

"You bet he is. Do you think he's under too much work pressure? He looks quite well-dressed, could he have been fired?"

"Possibly. He got fired, went to the riverbank to isolate himself, and started acting crazy when he couldn't catch any fish... Young people like him, they can't handle things."

The two old men shook their heads, picked up their fishing tackle boxes, and quickened their pace, afraid of getting too close to someone who seemed "mentally unstable."

Li Yichen turned his head.

Two old men wearing vests and sun hats had already walked more than ten meters away. One of them even glanced back at him, but he caught him red-handed and quickly turned his head away, taking even bigger steps.

Li Yichen looked down at the empty bucket in his hand.

Ok.

Indeed, it's always the air force that gets blown out.

But he's fishing for a state of mind! What does it have to do with the fish!

He packed his fishing rod into his bag, picked up his gear, and strode towards the parking lot, shaking his head as he walked.

A man with a net worth of hundreds of billions was mistaken for an unemployed young man by two fishermen on the banks of the Huangpu River.

Fine.

Too lazy to explain.

Looking up, Li Yichen watched as the U8 exited the riverside ramp and merged into the main road. He steered with one hand on the wheel and touched his watch with the other.

"Ling'er".

"Hey bro."

"Notify the military region that I'll be there in half an hour. Tell Gu Shounian to wait for me at the weapons research and development department."

"Roger that. Also, bro, should we notify the air defense system in advance? Are you flying over there in your combat armor today?"

"Um."

"Alright, I've sent the flight notification for you. The air defense system has released its lock on you."

Twenty minutes later, Yangwang U8 drove into the Tomson Riviera underground parking garage. Li Yichen jumped out of the car without turning off the engine, rushed into the elevator, and went straight to the top floor.

Push open the bedroom door.

The fingerprint lock in the wardrobe's hidden compartment beeped, and the inner panel slid open to both sides.

The silver-gray armor hung silently inside. The surface of the carbon fiber titanium alloy shimmered with a cool metallic sheen in the afternoon light filtering through the curtains.

Li Yichen raised his hand and patted his breastplate.

"Ling'er, open your armor."

The armor split open along the center line of the chest. The back plates flipped outwards, the limbs stretched out, and the entire suit of armor opened into a human-shaped recess.

Li Yichen turned his back to it and took a step back.

The whole person was embedded in it.

The next second, the plates snapped shut.

The sound was crisp and precise as the armor, from the shoulder armor to the greaves, was fastened piece by piece. Finally, the helmet was snapped shut from the back of the neck, sealing the face with a "click."

The HUD interface lights up, and various parameters jump around at the edge of the field of view.

He walked to the balcony.

The floor-to-ceiling windows were open, and the river breeze was blowing in.

Step on the railing with your toes.

Ling'er's voice came from beside his ear: "Brother, the flight system is ready. The military region has received the flight notification, and the air defense system has released its lock on you."

"Walk."

Push off the railing with both feet.

The thrusters on its back instantly emitted a white-blue trail of flame. The armored vehicle shot off the balcony, tracing a steep upward arc in the air. Two seconds later, it broke the sound barrier. A sonic boom cloud exploded in a white ring above the villa, causing the glass windows to rattle violently.

The building worker who was squatting by the flower bed mowing the lawn downstairs was so shocked that he sat down directly on the ground. He looked up at the sky and only had time to see a silver line disappear into the clouds.

"What the hell...?"

The worker rubbed his eyes, thinking, "It's broad daylight, and there aren't any clouds. Why is it thundering?"

Two minutes.

The helipad inside the Shanghai Military Region.

A silver streak plummeted from the sky, suddenly decelerating twenty meters above the ground. The thrusters reversed their trajectory, and the armor landed steadily.

The air blast at the landing site kicked up a cloud of dust, which turned the grass at the edge of the tarmac upside down.

Gu Shounian stood fifty meters away, his hands behind his back, with two armed guards beside him. He squinted as he waited for the dust to settle before striding forward.

"Quick, come with me."

No more nonsense. He turned and left.

Li Yichen followed. The soles of the armored vehicles left shallow marks on the concrete. Military personnel encountered along the way made way, and several young soldiers trembled as they watched the fully armed armored vehicles pass by.

Three access control gates. Two underground passages.

Finally, we arrived at a semi-underground gray building—the weapons research and development department.

Gu Shounian used his badge to open the door to the innermost independent laboratory.

The metal door slid open.

The laboratory is about 200 square meters. The four walls are lined with material cabinets and tool racks, and two large precision machining machines are placed in the center. The temperature is constant, the air is dry, and fluorescent lights illuminate every inch of the space.

Li Yichen opened his armor and stepped out.

He quickly surveyed the room.

My finger traced the labels on the materials cabinet, scanning each one individually.

Tungsten alloys – Yes.

Boron carbide ceramic sheets – available.

Miniature gyroscope – Yes.

Solid propellant premix – available.

High-energy-density energy storage capacitors – Yes.

Beryllium copper alloy bars - available.

Miniature focusing lens assembly —

He opened the drawer of the third-row materials cabinet. Neatly stacked were more than a dozen sets of optical-grade lenses, their specifications and models perfectly matching the design parameters in his mind.

enough.

He has almost everything he needs here.

Gu Shounian stood at the door, rubbing his hands together. "How about I send you a few technicians? We have a team here that specializes in miniature weapons—"

"Need not."

Without turning his head, Li Yichen took a miniature welding torch from the tool rack and weighed it in his hand.

"Others can't get involved; in fact, they slow things down."

Gu Shounian opened his mouth, but ultimately didn't insist. He'd been dealing with this man for almost a year and knew him all too well. If he said no, he really meant no.

"Okay. Call me anytime if you need any materials. The warehouse is staffed 24 hours a day."

"Um."

Gu Shounian turned and left. The metal door closed behind him, shutting out the outside world.

Only the faint hum of the fluorescent lights remained in the laboratory.

Li Yichen laid the armor flat on the central worktable. The silver-gray armor stretched out under the cold white light, the slight undulation of the breastplate, the precise hinge structure at the joints of the limbs, the vector blades of the back nozzles—every detail was the culmination of his forty days of seclusion.

And now, this body is going to get teeth installed.

He flexed his fingers, took the first miniature welding torch from the tool rack, and adjusted it to the lowest power.

With his left hand pressed on the plate buckle of the armor's forearm, he applied precise force.

Click. Click.

The three armor plates were removed one by one, revealing the densely packed circuitry and energy channels inside. A faint blue-white light shone through the gaps in the circuitry; that was the standby current output by the hydrogen fuel cell.

"start."

Step 1 – Palm Pulse Cannon.

This is the armor's primary weapon. Particle beam launchers are embedded in both palms, allowing for single-shot bursts, rapid fire, and charged heavy attacks. These three modes cover targets ranging from single soldiers to lightly armored individuals.

Li Yichen took out high-purity beryllium copper alloy bars from the material cabinet and clamped them onto the chuck of the processing equipment.

The cutting head starts and the speed is maximized.

Metal shavings flew everywhere. His hands were incredibly steady, the angle of the knife precise to a fraction of a degree. The knowledge instilled in his brain had completely transformed into muscle memory at this moment—how deep to cut each time, how much leeway to leave for each curve, no thought was needed, his hands moved on their own.

Forty minutes.

The first energy-concentrating chamber was removed from the chuck.

Li Yichen lifted it up and looked at the light tube above his head. The polishing of the inner wall met the standards, and the curvature of the energy-concentrating surface perfectly matched the design value.

Okay, next one.

Step Two – High-Temperature Cutting Laser on the Wrist.

This is not a weapon of mass destruction. This is a "key".

It is specifically designed to cut through metal armor and breach sealed compartments. In the event that trapped personnel are locked in a certain place and cannot get out, this thing can cut through any known alloy in three seconds.

Li Yichen took out a miniature ruby ​​laser tube and an energy coupler from another material cabinet. Holding the two palm-sized components with tweezers, he carefully welded them bit by bit into the pre-reserved slots on the inside of the right dorsal armor plate under the magnifying lens of the micromanipulation table.

A thin blue arc of light emanated from the tip of the welding torch. Welding points were formed one after another, neatly arranged and evenly spaced.

Time passed second by second.

There was no clock in the lab. But Li Yichen didn't need to look at a watch. His mind was on edge—the twenty-nine-hour countdown was silently ticking in the background.

The night grew deeper.

The light from the fluorescent tubes poured down from the ceiling, illuminating the workbench in a stark white light. The dull thuds of metal clashing and the hissing of welding torches alternated throughout the space.

Two o'clock in the morning.

Li Yichen put down the welding torch.

Palm pulse cannon, complete.

High-temperature laser cutting of the wrist, completed.

He moved his sore and stiff fingers, stood up and walked to the filing cabinet.

Pull open the fifth drawer.

Inside are neatly arranged miniature gyroscopes and solid propellant premixes—the core materials for shoulder-mounted eight-cell guided missiles.

There was no rest.

He took out the materials and turned back to the worktable.

The armor lay under the light, the newly installed pulse cannon in the palm of its left hand gleaming with a cold, eerie blue light, while the laser cutting module on the back of its right wrist was perfectly embedded in the groove of the armor plate.

Two are done. Five more to go.

Li Yichen picked up a new set of tools and bent down.

There are currently 27 hours remaining.