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"Isn't she a volcanologist?"

"But she's also a high-level sorcerer, and she has navigator and mobile city maintenance certificates. How did she learn so much at such a young age?"

"Don't even think about it. I tested her with the standard intelligence test questionnaire from our area, and she scored 2609 points..."

"What level is this?"

"I scored 2563 points on my own test, Yelena only scored less than 1900 points, and Dr. Kal'tsit scored a little higher than me with 2571 points."

What I mean is, if she received our education, she could get into our... engineering college, and considering her age and future achievements, she might even be able to get into the engineering research institute and take the postgraduate entrance exam..."

"Isn't it a waste to have him work here? He should go for further studies!"

"Yes, I gave her access to the materials and database in my workshop. It contains the learning materials and reference materials that I copied down."

Although it's not very comprehensive, it does contain some basic courses. These were compiled by Lao Xia himself from memory and were originally intended for White Rabbit—but she learns them too slowly.

"Send me your questionnaire, and I'll give those kids a test. Maybe there are some promising talents among them?"

Master Ke has already started considering training a successor. What else can he do? He's been working on the dynamics labs and power mechanisms at Rhodes Island and the farm all by himself. Without qualified students and assistants, it would be disastrous.

"By the way, about the anti-infantry weapon you just mentioned. Perfect timing, I also have some new products here. Mr. Shesa and I discussed them remotely before; has he finished developing his?"

"Not yet, he was taken to the mines by the Patriots..." The second guy on the farm to master explosives was taken to blast mines. "But he did develop a bomb that doesn't require any Originium Arts, it's just not very safe, he injured several people with it before, and now he's working on improving its safety."

No one knew how Old Xia's furnace worked. So, the farm's temporary miners simply fed the partially smelted metal ingots into the workshop through the feed inlet, and then waited for Old Xia to remotely pre-set the production formulas to produce various metal alloy materials, including heterojunction steel.

Some of the output has already been delivered through Amiya Logistics. For example, the casing in Lao Xia's hands came from this. It has to withstand the extremely high temperature heat provided by the Talulah firing tube, so it must be made of this high-grade alloy.

“This is it—” Old Xia placed the finally assembled gun on the stand. “I will assemble a machine gun version for you later, which should be able to fight infantry.”

"Alright, I'll study and improve it a bit more." Master Ke said it was no problem, since the tank he designed was still just a bunch of blueprints and empty frames for verification, and hadn't entered the production and assembly stage yet.

If the Originium Railgun makes any progress in the future, it may become the normal tank form designed by Old Xia.

"Oh, right, there's one more thing. The Patriots are fighting on the Eastern Front."

"What's this about the fighting in the east?" Old Xia was painting the gun he had just finished with a spray gun.

"The Duke of Kosiché's blockade plan has failed. Now the Emperor and the Duke realize that things are out of control, and they are mobilizing regular troops to prepare for a probing attack. Moreover, winter is almost over, and summer and autumn are just around the corner, which is the perfect time for a large-scale military operation."

"If it weren't for the impact of that volcano, their offensive might have come sooner or been larger."

"Can they hold out?" Old Xia was also a little worried, as the farm was their base of operations.

"The current battle situation is fine. The Shield Guards, equipped with exoskeletons and power armor, are only able to defend their home turf due to supply and charging issues. The Ursus vanguard has not fared well, but their numbers are increasing. If the land fleet is mobilized, we might not be able to hold them off..."

"That's good. Don't worry, they'll be busy soon. By the way, how's the agricultural harvest?"

"Well, I don't know, but Miss Talulah said it looks very good. Because of the mild winter, the crops are growing very well, and it's expected to be ready for harvest in about two months. By the way, what did you plant?"

"Soybeans, corn, and potatoes. The second round of sugar beets will be next year, and wheat should have been planted by now. I have reached an agreement with Swire Group that we will not produce sugar this year for the time being. However, I don't know if their production can be sustained next year after a year of buffer."

In a sense, this is also a major threat. After all, if you produce 100 tons of sugar a year, you're a fat sheep; if you produce 1,000 tons of sugar, you're a very fat sheep.

If you produce 10,000 tons of sugar, you are a respectable competitor. But when you reach 100,000 tons or 1 million tons, please respectfully address you as a "sugar giant," "industry leader," and "sugar tycoon"—because at this production level, no one will treat you as a fat sheep, but as a hegemon.

Not to mention that everyone now knows that Ursus is waging war in the northeastern snowfields, which will eventually become a war zone. The fact that luxury goods can still be produced normally in a war zone indicates a very troublesome problem: Ursus's military forces have not even put the enemy into a wartime production state, and there is no pressure on production activities.

Those forces that couldn't even defeat Ursus could only glare at them with envy. But after the engagement, they probably wouldn't even dare to glare anymore, because the two sugar giants had joined forces through marriage.

[This is the mature approach: What to do with a powerful figure outside the system? Bring them into the system and let them monopolize it together!]

"Last time I only planted a small plot of 20 square kilometers. Next year I'm going to plant most of the plains around the farm. The yield will be at least a hundred times that of last time." At that time, we will be throwing nearly two million tons of sugar into the market in one year. I wonder if Taikoo Sugar can handle it.

"This doesn't even take into account the issue of growing sugarcane within the volcanic ash area..." Within the volcanic ash-covered area, there is sufficient water and fertilizer, and enough accumulated temperature, so the sugar yield might be even higher if sugarcane is grown there.

"Oh, by the way, you had Talulah prepare for the brewing industry. Alcohol is going to be a major part of my business in Lungmen."

Whether it's regular alcohol or industrial alcohol, Lao Xia needs it all, and he needs ultra-high purity alcohol that has been purified into a semi-solid state to be delivered to reduce transportation losses.

Alcohol, a commodity even more popular than sugar in Terra, is used in large quantities for medical, beverage, industrial, and chemical purposes, while Terra's agricultural level...

Go wash up and go to bed. This stuff is even more troublesome than sugar because it's a genuine, consumable "edible food" reserve that can't be used as food itself.

"Alright, I'm done here. Let's talk again next time. You should upgrade your tank as soon as possible so it will be safer to transport it."

"What kind of joke is this? What kind of thief would dare to rob those people from Amiya Logistics?"

“I’m afraid they’re not bandits…” Old Xia said meaningfully. “So, get the chariots out as soon as possible, so the convoy can take a shorter route to deliver goods.” “Okay…” The stranger hung up the communication.

"All done. Let's head down to the testing range. Beatrice should be here by now, right?" Old Xia checked his watch, picked up the weapons that had been fully painted from the shelf, and put them into the weapon case one by one.

Sanlian Pharmaceutical, underground training grounds, "Oh, so this is your training ground—"

The little tiger looked around with her hands behind her back. She wasn't dressed up much today; her honey-gold hair hung down naturally, and she wore black stockings with a contrasting white mini-skirt. Underneath her navy blue jacket was the Guard Bureau's summer training uniform, a rather odd combination.

However, clothing matching is a matter of personal taste. If you have good looks, like Lao Chen, even with a face like Sima Yi's and a Guard Bureau uniform, you can still look good. But if you were someone else, you would have been mistaken for a woman long ago.

"What's this for?"

"The exoskeleton simulator," White Rabbit said with a stern face, "is impossible to operate without training."

"I didn't see the spell training ground. Is it somewhere else?"

"That's the same as the sniper training range, over there at the shooting range." A group of Guard Bureau agents crowded around the training ground like country bumpkins visiting a grand garden, watching the Yetis train.

The facilities were quite comprehensive, ranging from CQB indoor combat to marching, guarding, and reconnaissance training in various simulated terrains, as well as simulators for power armor and exoskeletons. In a corner, a sergeant from the Yeti squad was explaining weapon maintenance to the new recruits. However, White Rabbit wasn't too keen on them watching there and quickly herded them into the firing range.

"Ah, you're here. I thought I'd have to wait a few more minutes..." Old Xia, carrying a weapon case, greeted them, then turned to the warlock of the Yeti Squad, "Clear out Shooting Range 2."

"what is this?"

"New equipment, I haven't named it yet..."

"You made this? Don't you guys not make weapons?" Swire frowned as she looked at the firearms in front of her. "And why firearms?"

“We don’t make weapons. These are my personal handmade items,” Old Xia said confidently. “Look, the weapon W is holding was assembled by herself, as was Skadi’s.”

"Okay, okay, I know, so I probably can't use this gun, right?" Guns have much lower requirements than staves, but they still require considerable Originium Arts talent and training. Swire, who can only control a megaphone, simply can't use it.

“No, this uses Mr. Shesa’s technology, cough cough, the new technology from Columbia, Black Steel, don’t make a fuss,” Old Xia said in a low voice, and Swire immediately showed a knowing look.

But he knew that soon all the higher-ups, except for Blacksteel, would find out. Even if Blacksteel found out, there was nothing they could do. At most, they could only thicken Mr. Sesa's bounty, ensuring that he would have to dedicate his life to the Great Northwest of Ursus, because he would be dead the moment he showed his face.

"How do I use it?" Swire picked up the weapon Old Xia had given her and dangerously placed her finger on the trigger. If it hadn't been unloaded, someone would have been killed on the spot.

"Stop! Don't hold it like that!" Old Xia was furious when he saw this. "Watch yourselves, this is clearly incorrect way to hold a weapon." Terra's guns require Originium Arts. In other words, if you put an ordinary person in that position, even if you randomly pulled the trigger, it wouldn't fire.

However, with Lao Xia's thing... a slight trigger pull, and with a click, the semi-molten metal bullet will punch a hole in a person. The shrapnel fragments formed by the rapid cooling and fracture of the molten metal inside the body mean there's no need for rescue.

Shooting the limbs results in amputation, shooting the torso inflicts anesthesia, and then you can bury the victim after they finish giving their last words. The braking performance is amazing, making it very suitable for cops to use to kill targets, and it's also not easy to penetrate.

"This is the firing tube. Pull back the bolt and put it in. If you find it won't fire, the firing tube is probably faulty. If you see a red flame coming out of the muzzle, then you're out of ammunition." Old Xia taught Little Tiger how to use the powerful pistol he had made.

"Once assembled, hold it with both hands." The little tiger raised his hands as if grasping a boomerang, and once again placed his index finger on the trigger. "Bang!"

The immense recoil and loud noise nearly made her drop the weapon. This thing wasn't like the gentle sound of a regular gun; it was incredibly loud.

The molten metal projectile that was launched into the air instantly blasted apart a section of the ceiling, and the light fixtures fell down like petals scattered by a fairy.

"Don't hold the gun like that!" Old Xia simply reached out and pulled Little Tiger into his arms, just like he was teaching Yelena how to use a gun for the first time, holding her hands with both of his. "Like this, put your index finger on the guard to aim, press down with your right hand, and raise your left hand. Yes, aim at the target..."

"Ahem—" The Royal Guard agents promptly looked away; it was as if they were being force-fed handfuls of cold dog food.

"Hey, are you listening?" Old Xia noticed that the little tiger seemed a bit absent-minded, his face flushed. After all, being held like this by a man, with his hands clasped together, his delicate, slender fingers covered by Old Xia's slightly rough fingers (with protective calluses, which are not harmful tissues and are ignored by the symbiote; rather, they are a mechanism to defend against injuries to the human body), and the other's breath was blowing on his ears and head in waves.

The little tiger's height only reached Lao Xia's chin, the kind of adorable height difference where he could bury his face in her hair if he lowered his head, and a pair of feline ears hopped around in front of him.

"Focus!" Since it was inconvenient for Lao Xia to use his hands, he could only use his mouth, gently biting the ear that was twitching near his mouth. "Eek!" The little tiger shook off Lao Xia like a tiger. "I, I'm going to the toilet, don't come any closer!" After saying that, it ran away.

"Tsk, women are such a hassle. Next one, come here. What are you shy about, grown men? If your gun-holding posture is incorrect, you'll be lucky to kill your teammates on the spot, or you might even kill yourself!" Old Xia was referring to the sniper operators of the Yeti Squad who were awaiting training.

"Well, boss, we don't need to. Sister Yelena will train us..." If we intervene in the young couple's dispute over seats now, won't we get killed by the boss's wife later?

"What? You want Yelena to come too!?" Old Xia's expression turned strange, as if he were looking at criminals and instructing them on how to handle a gun.

Especially with handguns, physical contact is inevitable. But how old is Yelena? How can you young people have such dangerous ideas?

"Come here, don't make me say it twice." With the powerful firearm in his hand, no one dared to object to Old Xia's opinion, and even the Yeti who said this received a dangerous glare from his companions—

Do you really want to snuggle in the boss's arms and have her stand on a box (emphasis: stand on a box) and teach you how to shoot?

Aren't you worried that such good fortune might harm your destiny?

The reason why Lao Xia doesn't mind teaching is obvious: Little Tiger is his fiancée, so that's not an issue at all. The rest of the Yeti team are all men, so that's not an issue either.

In the bathroom, the little tiger finally adjusted his mindset and actually went to the toilet; otherwise, he would have to go back and change his panties if things continued like this.

As soon as they came out, they heard the crisp sound of gunfire from the shooting range. Men teaching men avoids so many troubles. The Yeti team learned very well and soon they were able to take turns shooting.

"By the way, Swire, you have strong arms. If you're not used to pistols or long-range weapons, I do have some specially made for you."

Old Xia took the new thing out of the box, but the little tiger seemed to only hear the words "made especially for you".

[PS]

Poetic and Elegant Style: Special Operations Member: Sniper Operator;

Attributes (Elite 2 Max): HP 1675, ATK 710, DEF 110, RES 0, Deployment 16, Redeployment 70, Attack Interval 0.8;

talent:

Molten Gold Bullet: 5% (+3%) deals double damage, stacks with skill effects, but does not affect the Explosive Mark effect;

Tracer Mark: Normal attacks have a 10% chance to apply a 6-second blast mark to the target. Attacking a blast mark target again deals an additional 30% spell damage.

Breakthrough Tactics: The duration of control effects such as stun, slow, and immobilization is reduced by 30%;

skill:

Tactical Suppression: Attack charge, Skill Points 3, next attack becomes area damage, damage reduced by 70% (10%/0% Mastery 3).

Tactical Assault: Automatically charges, 25 Skill Points (starting at 10), Passive: Increases the trigger chance of the second talent by 300%, Active: Guarantees to trigger the first talent effect within 8 seconds, increasing the damage of the Explosive Mark by 30% (100%/150%) [In practice, at Mastery 3, this is equivalent to dealing an additional 75% of attack power as magic damage...]

Tactical - Synchronous Shooting: Automatically charges, Skill Points 70 (20), Permanent Effect: Increases the trigger chance of the user's first talent by 100%, adjacent sniper operators gain the Synchronous Attack effect and gain 50% (85%/100%) of the first talent effect, adjacent operator skill effects cannot trigger the blast mark, but can still trigger the Molten Gold Bullet effect.

Chapter Twenty-Five: The White Rabbit-Shaped Rifle

Chapter 25

The weapons Lao Xia manufactures include three types: a pistol, which is the one Little Tiger tested before. It has good braking performance, is easy to carry, and is highly accurate, making it suitable for use by cops. The design concepts of police weapons and military weapons are completely different, not to mention that the configuration of police equipment and the configuration of military equipment for dealing with the battlefield are also two different things.

Police weapons are mostly used as a deterrent, unless things escalate to a point where everyone in the US carries a gun.

Otherwise, cops rarely fire their weapons. The requirements for their sidearms are good braking effect, no over-penetration, high accuracy, no stray bullets that could injure people, and ideally, automatic inactivation at a certain distance.