Chapter 1011: The gap between people is like that between humans and pigs!

San Francisco, in a valley on the outskirts,

the arsenal was being built in full swing.

In a quiet room, Tesla didn't stop his scientific research because of the kidnapping; instead, after having someone send paper and pens, he began to conceive new things.

However, when Zhang Cheng saw these discarded manuscripts, he was completely bewildered.

Because who was he, where was he, what was he doing, and could he understand what he was seeing?

Just as these three questions appeared, Zhang Cheng couldn't help but grab his head and say, "The gap between people is sometimes really the same as that between humans and pigs!"

"To be precise, pigs are sometimes smarter than humans!"

Walking out of the room with a calm face, Tesla looked at Zhang Cheng, then sat on the sofa and said, "What do you want me to help you research? Weapons? Sorry, I refuse!"

Hearing Tesla's words, Zhang Cheng immediately said, "Are you not afraid of death?"

"People will always die, won't they?"

Explaining to Zhang Cheng, Tesla picked up the coffee and then slowly stirred the spoon.

However, looking at Tesla's appearance, Zhang Cheng smiled, because dealing with smart people was really a troublesome job.

"You want to research anything, I can provide you with help, provided that you need to help me solve certain troubles!"

Looking at Tesla in front of him, Zhang Cheng crossed his hands and stared at the other party.

"Anything is fine?"

Looking at Zhang Cheng suspiciously, Tesla couldn't help but ask.

"Anything is fine. I am not those politicians, nor will I refuse you for the sake of profit, but the premise is that we cooperate!"

Looking at Tesla, Zhang Cheng smiled.

"Even if the investment is very expensive?"

Looking at Zhang Cheng suspiciously, Tesla was surprised.

"Money is not a problem for me, as long as you like it!"

Looking at Tesla with a serious face, Zhang Cheng didn't care about these small problems at all.

After all, for him, money was just a number. When he was short of money, he would naturally go to the Federal Reserve and Wells Fargo to borrow!

"Tell me, what is your problem now?"

Looking at Zhang Cheng, Tesla asked.

"I want to research a submachine gun, but the problem is..."

Just as Zhang Cheng stepped forward and took out the Thompson blueprint, Tesla only glanced at it and said, "The toughness of the steel is not enough. This is simply a primary school student's manuscript!"

Looking at Tesla with a twitching mouth, Zhang Cheng couldn't help but feel awkward.

Because this primary school student's manuscript was his!

However, facing Tesla, what could Zhang Cheng say? Didn't Qian Lao casually point things out back then, and a new discipline appeared?

For these top geniuses, Zhang Cheng didn't understand, but he knew that he didn't have the talent for scientific research.

Looking at Tesla casually scribbling on the manuscript, Zhang Cheng couldn't help but be stunned on the spot, because the suggestions given by the other party were extraordinarily advanced.

Two minutes later, Tesla put down the pen and said, "Done!"

Staring at Tesla in a daze, Zhang Cheng immediately picked up the manuscript and said, "Thank you!"

"You're welcome. But, when will you equip me with researchers?"

Looking at Zhang Cheng suspiciously, Tesla couldn't help but ask.

"You write a list and the materials needed, and I will help you get them back within five days!"

Speaking to Tesla, Zhang Cheng couldn't help but become serious.

"Good!"

Standing up to leave, Tesla continued to return to the room.

Walking out of the heavily guarded manor, Zhang Cheng handed the blueprint to Lai Fujie and said, "Have the people below research it as soon as possible. The World War is about to start, we must speed up the progress!"

"World War?"

Looking at Zhang Cheng suspiciously, Lai Fujie was surprised.

"That's right, the new season is about to start, and we will sweep up all the wealth in the world!"

Looking at Lai Fujie with a face full of smiles, Zhang Cheng also hadn't expected that the Thompson submachine gun he had researched for so long would be solved by Tesla in just two minutes!

As an agent, Zhang Cheng could use and master most weapons, but using and researching were not the same thing.

Even if he understood certain principles, he couldn't completely replicate them.

However, just as Zhang Cheng was speaking, Tristan walked over and said, "Boss, James wants to see you!"

"Is that so? It seems he forgot that I am not a man who keeps his word!"

Speaking calmly, Zhang Cheng narrowed his eyes.

In the pitch-black mine, James roared hysterically, "Damn bastard, you deceived me! Let me out, let me out!"

However, facing James's roar, the Kriegs standing outside didn't move.

"Asshole, God will forsake your soul. Zhang Cheng, you should go to hell..."

Roaring angrily, James had been driven completely crazy.

But just after he finished this sentence, the Kriegs walked forward.

Looking at the other party, James said excitedly, "You've thought it through, you want to let me out, right?"

However, just after James finished saying this sentence, the Krieg who had drawn his whip lashed out fiercely at his face.

"Snap!"

Under the ruthless whip, James immediately screamed.

Looking at James's appearance, the vampires nearby shivered one after another.

Because the whip stained with holy water was definitely their nightmare; one lash would hurt for at least five or six days, like heart-tearing pain.

"Snap, snap, snap!"

After continuously whipping James, the Krieg stopped after a long time, then pointed at the pickaxe.

Looking at the Krieg, James revealed a ferocious expression and said, "I, refuse!"

Facing such a tough James, the Krieg slowly put down the whip, then drew the engineer shovel from his waist.

Looking at this scene in astonishment, James turned around, picked up the pickaxe, and ran quickly into the team.

Looking at the sensible James, the Krieg turned around and returned to his position to continue standing.

Two months later, the arsenal was successfully completed.

When various brand-new mechanical equipment appeared, the Thompson was also produced.

Holding the first Thompson submachine gun in his hand, Zhang Cheng stood in front of the target, loaded the special magazine, and then pulled the trigger.

"Da-da, da-da-da..."

When the sound like a typewriter rang out, the target was torn to shreds in an instant.

Watching this scene, many engineers also revealed excited expressions.

"Hahaha, I like this submachine gun!"

After firing all the bullets, Zhang Cheng turned his head and said, "Accelerate production as soon as possible!"

"Boss, we currently don't have our own steel mill. The raw materials will make the operation extremely troublesome!"

Coming to Zhang Cheng's side, Lai Fujie became serious.

"Then find a steel mill that meets the conditions and have them transfer it! I believe that there are still many good people in this world, right!"

Hearing Lai Fujie's words, Zhang Cheng smiled.

Looking at Zhang Cheng, Lai Fujie understood what this meant, which was robbery and plunder.

"Will this cause too much of a stir? After all, the rumors about our group in San Francisco..."

Looking at Zhang Cheng, Lai Fujie was surprised.

"What rumors? That we are a group of dirty robbers? Or that I am a lunatic?"

Looking at Lai Fujie, Zhang Cheng tilted his head and said, "Tomorrow, you find someone to bomb that newspaper office, and then bring their boss to me. Understand?"

"Yes, Boss!"

Hearing Zhang Cheng's words, Lai Fujie understood that he was serious.

Watching Lai Fujie leave, Zhang Cheng couldn't help but say gloomily, "In just a few short months, the people of San Francisco have forgotten how I got my start!"

(End of chapter)