"You're worried about the hammer?" While Lin Xiao harbored some unspoken concerns, he trusted Qi Tian's resolve.
How could someone with such a perfect obsession for their own products possibly do such a thing? Wouldn't that be equivalent to slapping themselves in the face?
"Why don't you talk to him again, Brother Xiao?" Ye Chen was still uneasy. "This concerns the lives of our soldiers."
"...Alright."
After a moment of thought, Lin Xiao agreed. "You go ahead and get busy. I'll go back and chat with him."
Subsequently, Lin Xiao turned back and relayed Ye Chen's concerns to Qi Tian. Qi Tian's expression immediately turned cold. He felt that Lin Xiao and Ye Chen were questioning his dignity as a disciple of the Qi Sect. However, finding himself in a subordinate position, Qi Tian could only bow his head and coldly agree.
As he left, Lin Xiao took with him the latest batch of thirty transforming handguns.
...
"Come, come, Old Zhou, take a look at this thing." The Dragon Lord seemed to be in a good mood today, unusually inviting Old Zhou over for dinner. It was known that previously, Old Zhou had often taken the spirit teas from the Dragon Lord, which made him reluctant to invite Old Zhou anymore.
Leaning on his cane, Zhou Lao slowly approached the coffee table and spoke unhurriedly, "Look at you, at your age, how can you still be so restless? You are the Dragon Lord, the leader of Longguo. You need the ability to remain unfazed when Mount Tai collapses before you. What could possibly make you so astonished?"
"Old Zhou, take a look first, then you can talk." The Dragon Lord knew exactly what his old partner would say. He pulled out the transforming handgun that Lin Xiao had sent.
"A handgun?"
Just as Old Zhou finished speaking, the handgun in the Dragon Lord's hand began to transform. Within a second, the handgun morphed into an anti-materiel sniper rifle about 1.7 meters long.
"This..."
Old Zhou immediately reached out to snatch the gun from the Dragon Lord's hand.
"Old Zhou, you're not young anymore. What kind of storms haven't we weathered? It's just a gun. Calm down. As the leader of Longguo, you need the ability to remain unfazed when Mount Tai collapses before you." The Dragon Lord sent almost the exact same words back to Old Zhou, but he did hand the gun over.
"So light..."
Old Zhou slowly caressed the gun, feeling its weight. It was as if the weight of a handgun had been distributed across such a large sniper rifle. He could hold it casually in one hand and play with it.
"This thing isn't a model," Old Zhou said, more astonished the more he observed it. This wasn't some decorative piece made for show; it seemed to be a real gun.
"Of course, it has another special function. Take a look."
The Dragon Lord said this, took the gun back from Old Zhou, sat on the sofa, and pressed a button on the gun.
A thin layer of energy instantly enveloped the Dragon Lord and the gun in his hand. Their bodies and the gun's color blended in with the sofa.
"This thing! Good! Very good!" Old Zhou exclaimed excitedly.
Even if the gun's destructive power wasn't outstanding, this function alone was more than enough!
Such a light item would be incredibly easy for their special forces members to carry. The existence of this thing could revolutionize all special operations!