The Ancestral Legacy Begins in the Wild West

The hundreds of pounds Zhang Chang'an currently holds, along with the additional weapons subsidies he can apply for, form the basis for his confidence in purchasing weapons.

However, the obstacles came faster and more directly than he had imagined.

"Have you obtained the permit to possess whale oil-powered weapons?" Although Amin was not good at social niceties, he was clearly very familiar with the rules and regulations.

When answering this question, Zhang Chang'an was indeed quite helpless: "This is something that really can't be solved yet."

When he received his payment last night, he specifically asked Uncle Li about this matter.

He didn't find this matter troublesome at all. On the contrary, he was quite pleased that he had the financial resources so quickly and was even thinking of using them to improve the equipment.

According to him, the company's security team was always well-funded, but most people, especially Mike's group, would spend all their take-home pay on food, drinks, entertainment, or women. There weren't many like him who were truly dedicated to their work.

Having ambition is a good thing, but having a license still makes things difficult.

Politicians and Scotland Yard cops have been surprisingly clever in this regard, integrating the holding and purchasing of licenses into one process.

To put it bluntly, the number of pieces of equipment they have is limited to the number of people in their company who can possess them. Therefore, no one has the time to secretly give them to him. It's obvious from this that obtaining the necessary permits is extremely difficult.

Yongren Gongren was only temporarily staying, so it was indeed quite difficult for him to get this kind of thing done.

"Fortunately, I am not Yongren Gong, but Zhang Chang'an, a socialist youth nurtured by nine years of compulsory education."

"Without permission, I can only upgrade your weapon," Amin said, removing his mechanical glasses and preparing to take him to the back to see the equipment.

To everyone's surprise, Zhang Chang'an smiled confidently in Amin's direction and then said, "No, I'm quite comfortable with that gun, so I don't need to change it."

Amin then turned his head in confusion: "Then you need...?"

Zhang Chang'an walked to a certain area of ​​the store on his own and then said, "I'd like to learn about the machine tools here."

As he spoke, he grabbed one of the items on the shelf, a large impact drill that was about half a person's height.

With its antique style and strong mechanical feel, the glass tube filled with whale oil in the middle is visually striking.

"Your company has ventured into industry? I haven't heard of that..." Amin said casually, then suddenly realized something and immediately shifted his gaze from Zhang Chang'an to the countless mechanical tools on the shelf.

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"Click, click..." The metal plate was completely tightened by the screws. Ah Ming lifted his glasses, but he was still full of energy:

"Give it a try."

Zhang Chang'an immediately pulled down his sleeves, and then moved his hands, which were completely covered by metal.

Wearing slightly perforated metal gloves, which completely covered his left hand and forearm, the overall thickness was not much thicker than a regular thermal glove.

He wanted to hide it; he could just wear another thin glove over it.

The mechanical structure, freshly oiled, was incredibly smooth and moved without a sound.

"This is, after all, engineering machinery, so it only requires force assistance, and there will be a certain delay between starting and the generation of assistance. Of course, the power is indeed very large," Amin explained from the side.

Zhang Chang'an then reached out and slowly grasped the lid of a wooden box.

"Crack...crack!" The rather thick wooden board was squeezed open by his hands, creating a huge hole.

"You don't need to worry about that, this level is sufficient." Zhang Chang'an looked at the flickering flames in the still-burning stove beside him.

"You have discovered the secret of history."

Chamberlain Type III robotic arm, with the added grip strength, lifting force, and pressure all exceeding 500 pounds, can be used with any whale oil or fuel, and can also be equipped with Blue Onyx overload drive.

This is London in the industrial age, a microcosm of countless mechanical tools. They began their research very early on, and also discovered very early on that consuming workers' lives and time was much cheaper than consuming whale oil.

Therefore, almost all machine tool designs are just sketches; even if a prototype is successfully created, it will never actually be used in a factory.

"Time-space fragments +100".

Zhang Chang'an has completed another piece of the whale oil technology tree of this era.

He had actually thought about this matter a long time ago. After all, he was a modern man and knew all too well about the messy things about capitalism.

They like to use rules to their advantage, but because the rules are made with the wrong premise, they are often full of problems and loopholes that they exploit or are unaware of.

Scotland Yard and Parliament restricted the ownership of mechanical weapons by individuals; even those intended for self-defense rather than military use were only permitted to be owned by wealthy individuals with money and leisure time.

However, due to insufficient profits, personal mechanical tools can be freely owned because the relevant regulations are not perfect.

"You... I really admire your wisdom in this area," Amin remarked unconsciously from the side.

He is quite talented in mechanical engineering, but he is too honest and has never thought about such things.

Using this thing as a weapon, if trouble arises, Zhang Chang'an can easily get away with it by making up a few lies about doing odd jobs like moving things at the company.

Since the rules and regulations are incomplete, the police really can't do anything about it unless they can find a legislator to enact specific rules.

Of course, this vulnerability isn't particularly well-hidden, so there are naturally issues like cost-effectiveness to consider.

These machine tools are not much cheaper than regular weapons, but those with the financial means can generally obtain weapons licenses.

Only someone like Zhang Chang'an, who is new to the area but has plenty of money, would need this.

Moreover, this is also due to his different personal abilities. Tools are tools after all, and there are very few people who can use tools as weapons at will, except for him.

"Although the range of motion is not limited, it takes about a second for the force to be generated after making a movement." Zhang Chang'an silently estimated the data of this thing and quickly made a judgment.

Unlike steam brass knuckles, this thing doesn't charge up power first and then release it all at once. Instead, you start making a movement and then gradually apply force, since its main purpose is to lift heavy objects.

For the British, who basically only know how to throw punches, this is obviously useless; it's basically just a pair of iron fist gloves.

But Zhang Chang'an is different. In Hung Kuen, there are many techniques that require grip strength, such as grappling, or close-range palm strikes: "500 pounds, plus my original strength, would crush my bones. It's definitely enough."

"Besides, it's not the only effect." Zhang Chang'an pondered, spreading the five fingers of his left hand, and then moving his index finger separately.

"Bang!" Suddenly, a drill bit, slightly thicker than a finger, sprang out from his sleeve. It made a sharp, whistling sound and easily drilled a hole with countless cracks in the wooden box beside him.