"Mr. He, do you need tools?" Little A stretched his neck and looked behind He Zhichu.
He could tell that He Zhichu was trying to assemble something.
Maybe a gun? Or, is it a computer
He Zhichu didn't say anything. His long and clean fingers skillfully picked up various parts and quickly assembled them.
No tools are used and no drawing reference is required.
This thing seemed to have been imprinted on his mind and flowed from his fingertips.
And the various parts of this thing fit together perfectly, just like those furniture without nails in the ancient legends of the Chinese Empire. The structure itself is self-contained, and all the parts are designed together using the best principles of mechanics.
In less than a minute, there was only a soft snap. He Zhichu pressed his left thumb upwards, and a strange-looking gun appeared.
It looks like a heavy sniper with half the barrel cut off, but the diameter of the barrel and scope are larger than that of a heavy sniper.
Little A is a weapons maniac. When he saw this strange-looking gun, his eyes almost bulged out.
Instantly, his face became bloodshot and his breathing became rapid. He could even hear the gurgling sound of blood hitting his eardrums.
This is the coveted look of a gluttonous eater seeing supreme delicacies and a playboy seeing a peerless beauty.
He Zhichu looked back at him and threw the newly assembled gun to Xiao A with one hand, "See for yourself."
Xiao A shook his hands and held the gun thrown by He Zhichu. He held it and looked at it over and over. While measuring it with his hands, he murmured: "It is 60 centimeters long, weighs about 5 kilograms, and has a caliber of 40 millimeters. This accurate scope…”
As Little A said this, he couldn't help but raise the gun and hold it in his arm. He squinted his left eye and took a look in front of the scope as big as a magazine.
"-40 grenade gun?! Where did you get it? The US military's weapons laboratory has just started testing the xm-25 grenade gun. How did you get the xm-40 grenade gun?! I think I can go to heaven!"
He raised his gun and really ran around the room, laughing like a child. It was completely impossible to tell that this man was the leader of the action team that killed the most people in Whitewater Security Company =_=.
He Zhichu put one hand in his trouser pocket, followed the gun closely with his eyes, and said lightly: "This is the XM-40-CDT-40 magnetic storm grenade gun. Give it to me."
He Zhichu spread his hands towards Xiao A and said, "Let me demonstrate it to you."
Little A held the gun tightly, took a step back, and shook his head firmly: "No! You can't demonstrate here!"
"It's just a show, and you don't really shoot. What are you afraid of?" He Zhichu sneered, walked to Xiao A, pushed and pulled with one hand, and somehow, the gun came back from Xiao A's hand. In He Zhichu's hand.
Xiao A looked at his empty hand, then at the gun in He Zhichu's hand, and stepped back toward the door in awe.
He Zhichu didn't look at him. He held up the gun with one hand and stuffed a box of bullets into it with the other. He raised it and aimed it in the direction of the door.
Little A felt that the hairs on the back of his neck were standing on end, as if some unknown beast was staring at his vitals, and he could not help but feel terrified.
He Zhichu held up the gun and looked at Little A's heart through the scope.
Turning the mouse button of the scope in his hand, the pointer began to automatically search for targets with vital signs based on the principle of thermal imaging.
Gradually, a holographic image of Little A's human body appeared in the cross-shaped field of view of the scope. He could see the shape of his heart, as well as the bones and blood in his body, all clearly visible in his scope.
"This gun, in addition to being as lethal as a small laser cannon, can also paralyze all electromagnetic and radio shortwave communication systems within ten miles with one shot. It especially has the function of blocking counterfactual quantum communications." He Zhichu's voice was clear and cold, and There was a cold look in her beautiful peach blossom eyes, very cold-blooded.
After hearing this, Xiao A was heartbroken...
He claims to be a weapons expert from Whitewater Company, but he has never seen or heard of He Zhichu's gun!
One shot can shield electromagnetic and radio shortwave communication systems within ten miles. This means that it can also interfere with all network signals. To put it simply, one shot can cut off the network and power! ! !
Also, what the hell is counterfactual quantum communication? !
This is obviously something that is still being theoretically demonstrated in the laboratory. Even the prototype has not been built yet. Why did He Zhichu actually have a weapon that can shield it? !
Little A's eyes revealed a glimmer of greed uncontrollably.
He Zhichu looked back at him and said coldly: "...Don't even think about it. This is not your decision."
Xiao A wiped his face, rushed over shamelessly, took He Zhichu's arm and half-knelt on the ground with one leg and begged: "Mr. He, I don't mind your gun, but you have to give me a low-end gun. This kind of gun!"
He knew that he couldn't afford this type of high-end equipment and didn't dare to ask for it. If He Zhichu really gave him one, he would either go to a supply company or have to flee...
So he just wants a low-end version of the xm system to enjoy himself.
He Zhichu saw him recognize him, nodded, took out a dust cloth from the bag, wiped the barrel and scope carefully, and said expressionlessly: "As long as you can help me complete this commission, I will give you You have two low-end versions, xm-25-cdt-40, and said leisurely: "You only have one night. Tomorrow morning, martial law will definitely be enforced here. "
"Don't worry, I will definitely have all the weapons in place before martial law tomorrow!" Although Xiao A was talking to He Zhichu, his eyes never left the gun in He Zhichu's hand.
"Go ahead and wait for your good news." He Zhichu raised his eyebrows, raised his gun and made a "come on" gesture to Little A.
Little a: "!!!"
Jealousy envy hate ah!
…
The next morning, He Zhichu had breakfast, took apart the gun and put it in his briefcase.
This gun is made of a very special metal. Its internal structure is close to plastic, but not plastic.
Existing metal detectors in the United States cannot detect its presence, so He can carry it around with him, including in court.
The security measures in American courts are very strict. Not only do people who enter must be checked by metal detectors, but their mobile phones must also be stored separately in a cabinet outside the court and cannot be brought inside.
He Zhichu came to the Superior Court of Little Rock early in the morning with his assistants Smith and Ye Xuan, and four Whitewater bodyguards wearing sunglasses.
Today, the judge of the Utah Superior Court is here to hear Ye Xuan's case of arson and murder of the Vanderbilt family.
The police chief who personally arrested Ye Xuan appeared in court as a witness for the prosecution.
He originally didn't want to come because the city government assigned him another security task.
But the judge asked him to be present and warned him that if he did not appear, the prosecution would be missing an important witness, which could lead to Ye Xuan being acquitted directly in court.
The Sheriff didn't like it when he found out.
must go!
So early that morning, he appeared in the witness box of the court in high spirits, wearing his new police uniform.
This case was heard directly by the judges of the High Court, and because of the emergency, He Zhichu agreed to the court using computers to randomly select jurors, and they had no objection.
If time is available, jurors are usually selected by defense attorneys.
But this time time was running out, and He Chu didn't care who the juror was, so he surrendered his authority urgently.
When He Zhichu came to the court and sat down, he saw six people sitting in the jury's seat, three women with curious faces and three men with serious faces.
He turned to look at them, nodding slightly in greeting, with a smile flashing in his charming peach blossom eyes, which made people feel good.
Then, Ye Xuan, wearing a hand-made black suit by Armani, sat in the dock.
Wearing a suit, he was tall and handsome, almost as tall as He Zhichu.
The two of them stood together like orchids, and they instantly compared the short and fat prosecutor on the prosecution side with the fatter witness, the police sergeant.
The female juror, who likes to look at faces, immediately tilted the balance in the defendant's favor.
The dismissive male juror immediately drew a big x next to Ye Xuan's name in his heart.
The judge is used to the undercurrents among jurors.
He banged his gavel and declared that the court was open.
First, the prosecutor begins to question the witnesses.
The witnesses he called were the housekeeper and cook of the Vanderbilt family, a neighbor on the block where the Vanderbilt family lived, and the last witness was the police chief.
"Mr. Butler, do you know the person who set the fire that day?" The prosecutor almost went straight to the point without concealing his intention.
He Zhichu immediately raised his hand and said, "Objection. The prosecutor's use of guiding sentences has caused undue influence on my client."
"The objection is valid." The judge looked at the prosecutor who was about to retire with a stern face, "Please pay attention to your words and deeds."
The prosecutor did not flinch at all and said loudly to the judge: "This is the witness's testimony. I am just repeating the witness's testimony."
"Your Excellency, prosecutor, you are a prosecutor, not a gramophone. If you can decide the case by repeating the witness's testimony, then what do you need the judge for? What do you need for the jurors? What do you need for your brain?" He Chuhao Don't hesitate to speak sarcastically.
"Objection! The defendant's lawyer is slandering me personally!" The prosecutor, who was about to retire, became even more excited.
Because they knew that He Zhichu was Ye Xuan's defense lawyer, almost no one in Little Rock's judicial department was willing to serve as the prosecutor in this case, because they felt they couldn't afford to offend him and couldn't win...
In the end, the case was handed over to a prosecutor who was about to retire.
Because he is retiring anyway, even if he offends He Chu or loses the lawsuit, it doesn't matter. The government's pension will not be affected, and his career is over. It doesn't matter whether he is affected or not.
"I'm stating the facts. If you don't accept it, I won't take it back." He Zhichu's attitude was very tough. "Please prosecutor, please don't get hung up on the minutiae. Your personal dignity is not as important as this case. The Vanderbilt family's souls are still alive in heaven." I hope you will find the real murderer and clear their name."