Chapter 65

Because Sun Cheng was pressing hard, and with the arrival of Blackout, he truly did not know when the next hard battle would break out, so improving his own strength had become an urgent matter.

In general, large-scale arms deals between countries—let alone three or five months—even taking one or two years to deliver the goods is not a miraculous thing.

Sun Cheng only found out after a recent investigation that there is a strange country in this world called India, and this country once had such a rip-off arms trade with Russia, the main successor state of the now-dissolved Soviet Union.

It is said that the Indians reached a purchase agreement for an aircraft carrier with Russia at the end of the last century, and even paid the money, but as of now in 2007 AD, the aircraft carrier purchased by the Indians is still being refitted in Russia, and even the officials have publicly stated that it will likely take another three to five years to be delivered.

Although an aircraft carrier is definitely the absolute king of military trade, for a general country to go from nothing to construction and then to delivery and use, it basically takes at least three or four years, and at most six or seven years; the Indians were undoubtedly scammed hard by Russia.

Of course, these have nothing to do with Sun Cheng, and since he was in a hurry to receive the goods, it was naturally impossible for him to do nothing.

So he once again had the Brazilian military trade executive, whose pigtails (weaknesses) he had caught, come forward to urge NJ in the name of the Nebrina Import and Export Trading Company; his requirement was only one: the number of goods in the first batch could be smaller, but it must be guaranteed as soon as possible.

Of course, Sun Cheng was also willing to pay an extra 20% "handling fee" for this.

Anyway, as a spy-type Decepticon, he possessed superb intrusion capabilities, and given the level of computer science in the world he was currently in, it was simply not enough to stop Sun Cheng from stealing bank assets, so no matter how much money there was, in his eyes, it was just a set of numbers.

"Zzzzt..."

With sparks splashing on his body, Sun Cheng sat quietly on the ground, digesting the unknown information from the 【AllSpark】 in his Spark, while letting the Decepticon Worker he had obtained from Onslaught work on him.

"Is it not done yet?"

This sitting lasted for several days; although Mechanical Life does not feel fatigue or need rest when energy is sufficient, Sun Cheng was still a human inside after all, and after staying for too long, his spirit would also feel tired, so he asked impatiently in a muffled voice.

"Master, your body's strength has increased the difficulty of the work. According to the requirements on the blueprint, it will take a few more days!"

This Decepticon Worker, to whom he had bestowed the name "Atlas," did not speak the Earth language; he used the Cybertronian language to answer Sun Cheng.

Lowering his head to look at the few external mounting brackets that had been arduously welded onto his chest, although it seriously affected the aesthetics of his body, Sun Cheng did not care about these.

So after a muffled grunt, he simply closed his eyes again and continued to let Atlas carry on.

Strengthening a Decepticon's body is not an easy task; Sun Cheng had heard Onslaught mention it long ago.

Although everyone's level is different, the new turret that Onslaught designed for himself by imitating human electromagnetic Railguns, if it were really created, would be a huge boost to the strength of the already powerful Onslaught.

But likewise, Onslaught's requirements were higher, so his new turret could not be finished in a day or two; one could tell just by watching him repeatedly modify and overturn his original designs.

Sun Cheng was not like Onslaught; his requirements were not that high—it was enough to improve his strength as quickly as possible so that he would not become someone else's ghost under the blade in the new conflicts that might break out next.

Unlike Starscream, Soundwave, Onslaught, Blackout, and others who only confirmed that the 【AllSpark】 was on Earth but could not determine where, Sun Cheng had actually seen and touched the 【AllSpark】.

It was also because of this that seeing more and more Decepticons, and even their mortal enemies the Autobots, appearing on Earth made the unease in his heart grow stronger.

In the sealed memories of "Frenzy," Sun Cheng had seen how tragic the past Cybertronian Civil War was.

Powerful Decepticons blasting Autobots away with one shot, sharp Autobot blades easily hacking through Decepticon armor, and even more overwhelming artillery fire and sky-covering Missiles—both the Decepticon army and the Autobot resistance could easily destroy Earth countless times.

It was also thanks to the Decepticons and Autobots courting death themselves that a civil war lasted for millions of Earth years, stopping and starting; not only did they plunder the resources of the planet Cybertron (which I remember in G1, the official setting was that Cybertron was about the same size as Saturn), which was nearly a thousand times larger than Earth, but they even consumed the resources of nearby star systems completely, and in the end, they even had to submit a ceasefire agreement and hibernate to slow down energy consumption when both races were almost extinct.

Legend has it that in the ancient times of the planet Cybertron, everyone had a powerful Spark, and even the current Leader of the Decepticons—Megatron—might not have been much stronger than a grunt at the beginning of the Cybertronian Civil War.

Although the current strength comparison between Decepticons and Autobots has regressed severely compared to ancient times, their power is still unquestionable.

Therefore, Sun Cheng, who could not feel any sense of security in this world, was eager to improve his own strength.

On a shelf not far away, a M61 Vulcan Cannon was lying there quietly; once the external mounting brackets on his body were finished, this Vulcan Cannon could be carried on his body.

It was something Sun Cheng had stolen using some unsavory means; it was said to have come from a retired F-16 Fighter Jet, and after being completely dismantled, it was obtained by a certain American weapons collector with considerable ability.

After he accidentally saw the pictures the collector had posted online a few years ago, Sun Cheng, not wanting to provoke the nerves of the United States military again, spent some effort to find the collector's address and stole it.

To be fair, compared to this Vulcan Cannon, Sun Cheng clearly favored the GAU-8A Avenger, known as the "King of Aviation Cannon Firepower."

But when he proposed to purchase that thing to NJ, they very bluntly told the Brazilians that it was an absolute non-sale item strictly prohibited from export by the military.

It is conceivable that this kind of divine weapon is truly not something you can buy just because you want to; he would only be able to find a way to get his hands on it later.

Letting Atlas work hard for more than ten days, so that when he finally stopped his work and respectfully reminded him, "Master, it is finished," Sun Cheng actually felt a sense of joy as if he had been reborn.

Standing up from the ground impatiently, Sun Cheng pushed Atlas away, "You go down first!"

"Yes!"

After receiving his order, Atlas immediately packed up the tools scattered on the ground and then left the Laboratory.

After he left, Sun Cheng, who had long been unable to hold back, hurriedly picked up the Vulcan Cannon weighing more than 100 kilograms, waved it excitedly in his hands for a while, and then reluctantly hung it on his chest through the several external mounting brackets he had designed.

"Click!"

Accompanied by the automatic closing of the last mounting bracket, Sun Cheng looked at a huge floor-to-ceiling mirror in the Laboratory, and the excitement on his face quickly dissipated.

"Ugly!"

With this huge Vulcan Cannon mounted on the front of his chest, hanging almost directly from his chest to a dozen centimeters above the ground, it looked as ugly as it could be, and as awkward as it could be; if it weren't for the fact that it could be unloaded, Sun Cheng himself would not have been able to accept it.

But!

Sun Cheng's heart stirred, and he immediately activated the transformation function; accompanied by a series of wriggles of his body, it took him thirty or fifty seconds longer than usual to completely transform back into the Reaper Drone form, and the Vulcan Cannon was hanging right under the lower abdomen of his body, which looked significantly better than his human form.

Even the cold light emitted by the gun barrels, which had been debugged and maintained, added a bit of majestic momentum to his Reaper Drone form.

"Not bad, it was worth the long and painstaking design by me and Atlas!"

After gliding for a while in the spacious Laboratory, Sun Cheng was satisfied and transformed back into his human form.

In order to facilitate the use of this Vulcan Cannon, Atlas also redesigned the ammunition supply system for him.

Speaking of which, this was thanks to Onslaught; when he was originally designing a New Body for Sun Cheng, he had specifically manufactured a set of ammunition supply systems for those two Rapid-fire Machine Guns inside his body.

Although Sun Cheng had no research in this area, Atlas was, after all, a Decepticon Worker specializing in industrial production.

Under his request, Atlas made minor modifications on the basis of Onslaught's original design, and coupled with the fact that Sun Cheng's current body was larger than Onslaught's initial design, it did allow Atlas to leave a storage space inside his body that could hold 280 rounds of 20mm ammunition.

Being able to store only this much ammunition was obviously too little, and Sun Cheng was very dissatisfied.

However, this was already the limit of the changes he and Atlas could achieve.

After fiddling with the Machine Gun in the Laboratory for a while, Sun Cheng was satisfied and put it down.

He was just about to leave the Laboratory to continue a new idea in the Laboratory.

Suddenly, his Core received a remote communication.

Subconsciously clicking to open it, he, who was in a good mood, couldn't help but sneer, "Finally contacting me, Onslaught? You really can hold back; I want to see what you have been busy with for the past twenty-plus days..."

Reaching out and grabbing the Vulcan Cannon he had just put down, Sun Cheng took another box of Brazilian-made 20mm caliber aviation Machine Gun bullets from the Base's armory to fill the magazine, and then left his Base and flew toward Onslaught.

Chapter 63: Vulcan Cannon