Chapter 122: Ammunition Technology Development

Inside the large warehouse attached to the experimental building.

It was getting dark, but the warehouse was still brightly lit.

Several large precision machine tools are running non-stop at high speed, and countless huge industrial robotic arms are rising and falling, arc welding, forging, stamping, smelting...

As Hammer Industries continues to deliver various top-notch processing equipment to Fu Qinghai's base, the degree of automation in Fu Qinghai's laboratory warehouse is getting higher and higher. At least for now, the manufacturing of ceramic steel-titanium alloy-plastic steel composite outer armor plates no longer requires Fu Qinghai to do it himself.

As mentioned earlier, the outer ceramic steel armor of the Space Marines is stable and strong, but it is a consumable in high-intensity space warfare. It is something that needs to be constantly replenished. If Fu Qinghai still needs to cast it manually, then the level of Tony Stark's electronic soul backup + Astartes technical sergeant is too low.

The casting of ceramic steel composite armor was handed over to the industrial automation equipment group that Fu Qinghai had personally modified and programmed. Fu Qinghai is now focusing on more sophisticated and complex manufacturing work.

Explosive bomb.

The first two boxes of bombs that were hand-made, one box of standard bombs, that is, the explosive bombs that will explode after hitting the target; and one box of subsonic bombs, which have the function of silencing and stabilizing the ballistics; both have been consumed in the Battle of Manhattan.

As satisfying as it is to pull the trigger, as tiring it is to rub the bullet. It is impossible not to use it.

So far, the explosive bombs still have to be made by Fu Qinghai himself.

There was no other way. This job was too sophisticated and complicated, and also involved certain risks. Fu Qinghai was not confident in handing it over to the industrial automation equipment team.

Any military fan with a little common sense knows that among individual weapons fired by gunpowder, the bullet has the highest technological content, not the gun itself.

In the past, many countries on Earth had the ability to automate the production of firearms, but they did not have the ability to automate the production of bullets. The most basic things in the defense industry, such as bullets, had to rely on imports.

This is normal.

Fu Qinghai was still dressed in a black vest, overalls and Martin boots. He stood in front of the laboratory table, with a pair of dark green auxiliary electronic glasses on his right eye, operating the machine intently.

The iron-gray device stuck on Fu Qinghai's face, which covers a quarter of his face, is full of Warhammer 40K style. Yes, it is the same green mechanical prosthetic eye that Master Quinto has embedded in his eye socket.

It can help Fu Qinghai read the precise data of various parts, such as shaft diameter, hole position, and runout, eliminating the need to use measuring instruments. Multiple lens switches are available for different measurement modes, making it a powerful tool for manual work.

Many technical priests of the Mechanicus no longer have physical eyes, and it is even common to see seven or eight mechanical prosthetic eyes on one face.

The first thing Fu Qinghai created was the mass explosive bomb, which was also the standard explosive bomb.

A standard explosive round consists of the following components: a

solid rocket propellant base, a cartridge case containing a conventional explosive charge, a gyroscopic stabilizer, a mass reaction fuze, a warhead, a main explosive charge, and a dense metal core.

Bolt weapons, like chainsaw weapons, occupy a mid-range position in the human empire's armament system and are the flagship weapons that can only be equipped by the Astartes Legion. Although bolters are not as expensive as power weapons and plasma weapons, which means that only Astartes officers can own them, every Astartes has a bolter, but this does not mean that bolt weapons are a common equipment that is everywhere.

On the contrary, there is huge room for further development of explosive weapons in terms of ammunition types.

Fu Qinghai once stole a box of Kraken armor-piercing bombs from the armory of the Ultramarines Sothalan. This special bomb, which can penetrate vehicles, costs no less than a power sword.

Unlike most weaponry forged by the Forge Worlds of the Adeptus Mechanicus, Special Bolters are usually handcrafted by the respective Techmarines of the Space Marine Legions.

The Blood Fragment Bolter, for example, was invented by the Techmarines of the Blood Angels Legion. Its bolt-shaped warhead explodes into blade-like fragments that tear through armor and flesh.

For example, the Shrapnel Bomb, invented by the Iron Warriors Techmarine, is a 1.0 caliber heavy bomb that replaces the dense metal core with additional explosive clusters and can be air-detonated to form a barrage.

For example, the Lethal Strike Bomb, invented by a technical sergeant of the Alpha Legion, has an unknown working principle. We only know that its range is shorter than that of ordinary bombs, but a single shot can penetrate the ceramic-steel composite armor of power armor. It is a special bomb specially developed to kill Space Marines.

During the Horus Heresy, Deadly Strike Bolts were used extensively in the Istvan V Landing Site Massacre. It was clear from the use of these bombs that the bad guys on Alpha had long been planning for the Astartes Civil War.

Unfortunately, the above-mentioned special explosive bombs are the unique technologies of each Space Marine Legion. Fu Qinghai, who learned from Master Quinto, does not know the manufacturing principle. At this moment, he has already made three boxes of quality explosive bombs by hand, which is exactly the amount of three full drums. The next step is to make a special explosive bomb that is shared by technology in the military forging world in the 30K period.

Scorpio bomb.

This special bomb uses a two-stage warhead with a micro-guidance system and a needle-shaped armor-piercing dart that vaporizes when it hits an armored target, thereby enhancing the armor penetration effect.

The downside is that this thing is somewhat unstable. To use the words of the Mechanicus, the Machine Spirit has a capricious personality. Therefore, it needs to be loaded manually and cannot be placed in the drum with other explosive shells.

Five. Fu Qinghai only made five Scorpio bombs and placed them carefully in the metal weapon belt.

In order to match these five special guided bombs, Fu Qinghai installed a tactical pendant on the back of the newly repaired Phobos standard bomb gun - a sight that can be connected to the power armor helmet goggles, and an extended barrel.

Fu Qinghai's grenade launcher is indeed a bit complicated. It has a drum magazine and an under-slung grenade launcher, and now it has two more modified parts: a sight on the back of the gun and an extended barrel at the muzzle.

In the human empire, there is a simple way to determine whether a weapon is a finely crafted weapon with the highest level of quality control: see if there is exquisite gold plating, skull relief, eagle wing emblem, etc. on the weapon.

The reliability and durability of precision weapons are far higher than mass-produced weapons produced on assembly lines.

All of Fu Qinghai's weapons are made by himself, and the quality control is at the level of precision weapons, but he doesn't like those metaphysical buff bonuses, so the appearance of the weapons is still simple, cold and tough, without any unnecessary decorations.

…

At this time, in New York, Juliet Supperclub nightclub.

In the innermost VIP box, a woman was sitting alone on a luxurious leather sofa.

Outside the soundproof glass, deafening sound waves were rolling. A skinny black DJ with his upper body naked was standing in front of the sound equipment, holding a microphone and shouting, while the dark crowd below was swaying their heads to the rhythm.

Justine Hammer had an expressionless face as she slowly poured a crystal bottle of Hennessy Cognac into a wine glass with ice stones floating on it, then drank it all in one gulp.

A blush appeared on her delicate wheat-colored face. Justine Hammer looked ahead with an unfocused gaze, not knowing what she was thinking.

As the only daughter of the head of Hammer Industries and a princess of a New York tycoon, Justine Hammer is used to drinking in a private room even when she is alone, rather than going to the bar to endure the endless advances from men who are hunting for beauty.

Justine Hammer poured another glass of wine and drank it down again.

There were two pieces of news that hit her hard.

First, her father, Justin Hammer, was diagnosed with advanced pancreatic cancer and had not much time left. The elder Hammer decided to move to Hammer Industries' space station in Earth orbit, believing that this would prolong his life.

Second, Justin Hammer rejected Justin Hammer's request to take control of Hammer Industries.

Justine Hammer didn't know which of the two events hit her harder.

Justine is not a naive and innocent rich girl. She knows everything her father does. Justine Hammer is smart and clever. She has greater ambitions than her father, and controlling Hammer Industries is a necessary condition to achieve all this.

But I don't know why my father can never recognize me.

Am I that bad?

Justine Hammer lowered her head and thought silently.

She knew that Hammer Industries' past tactics were to use its unparalleled financial resources to hire and arm super-villains, and then send them to attack Hammer Industries' competitors.

Justine Hammer tries to prove to her father that she has the skills and ability to control and lead this group of super villains.

The most important thing is to cultivate and build a team of super powers for the future.

So she chose Fu Qinghai as her target.

She tried to use her charm to win over the man who even her father admired and could not forget.

That powerful and mysterious man.

However, the result was a failure.

This feeling of failure made her feel discouraged and dejected.

The coffee table in front of the sofa was already filled with three empty bottles, all of which were strong liquors such as cognac. Justine Hammer slowly leaned towards the sofa, her slightly curly hair draped messily on the side of her face, her red lips slightly opened, and she exhaled a breath of alcohol.

At this time, outside the nightclub door.

It had just rained on the streets at night, and the ground was wet, reflecting the light of neon lights in the distance.

Two tall and strong nightclub security guards, wearing sunglasses, earphones, and tight black suits, with their hands in front of them, turned away anyone who did not have a reservation or was not qualified.

There was a bulge under the clothes at the waist, and it was obvious that he was carrying a weapon.

The entrance time of the nightclub had already passed. The girls who had not booked booths or tables were gathering outside the door in twos and threes, waiting, hoping that a wealthy young man with plenty of money would appear, take a liking to them, and take them in.

A burly man wearing a black raincoat and with an unclear face appeared on the street and slowly approached the door of the nightclub.

The two nightclub security guards narrowed their eyes instantly and looked up and down at the man who approached the door.

Nearly three meters tall, with overly broad shoulders, is there something like an awl on the top of the raincoat?

The two security guards in sunglasses slowly put their hands on the weapons at their waists.

"Don't worry, brother."

The man in the raincoat spoke in a low voice.

He gently lifted a corner of his raincoat, revealing half of his face. He was a white man with a face full of flesh. There seemed to be something wrapped around his cheeks, but it was hard to see clearly in the night.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

"It's me."

The two security guards were startled and said:

"Alexei, why are you back?"

The man put down a corner of his raincoat and said in a muffled voice,

"I'm here to take back what belongs to me."

One of the security guards took a step back and said in a deep voice,

"Alexei, I remember that you were kicked out of the gang by Ivanov. Why did you come back? And how come you are so tall now?"

Alexi, the man in the black raincoat, said calmly:

"This is a matter between Ivanov and me. You don't have to worry about it. Since we have worked together before, I advise you two to get out of my way. I promise that I will not implicate you."

Another security guard in a suit raised his hand and grasped the pistol at his waist, saying,

"Alexei, this is the territory of the Russian mafia in New York. I can't let you in. If you let me in, I will lose my job."

"snort."

The man in the raincoat snorted.

"Then don't blame me for being rude."

After saying this, he took off the raincoat he was wearing, revealing his true face.

"Oh My God..."

The two security guards holding pistols were stunned. A small giant with bulging muscles appeared in front of them. His whole body was covered with a thick layer of light gray unknown substance, like some kind of rough skin. Only his cheeks were exposed, and there were two light gray curved horns, one big and one small, on the top of his head.

Rhino-like horns.

The girls dancing around all looked at this man in surprise.

Alexei slowly leaned down, bent his knees and prepared to sprint, and aimed his two horns at the door of the nightclub

"Pa pa pa!"

Without hesitation, the two security guards pointed their guns at him and pulled the trigger.

However, the bullets hit his body with only a dull sound, and then fell to the ground one by one.

Alexei's thigh muscles bulged, and he roared, rushing towards the door of the nightclub with all his strength.

"Bang! Boom—"

…

Fu Qinghai had just finished making five Scorpio bombs when the phone on the desk rang.

Pick up and connect.

"Hello?"

"Mr. Quentin, there is an emergency and I need your help."

It was Nathan Lemon, and his tone was anxious.

"What's up?"

Fu Qinghai asked.

"Miss Justine is at the Juliet Supperclub nightclub on 21st Street in Chelsea. There was an emergency there and our people couldn't get in. Miss Justine is trapped."

Fu Qinghai asked doubtfully:

"Don't you claim that you can handle any situation that Tony Stark doesn't frequent? How come you can't even handle a disturbance in a nightclub?"

Nathan Lemon hurriedly explained,

"No, Mr. Quentin, it's not like that. The situation is a bit complicated. The other party is a person with super powers, a cyborg whose origins are unknown. Mr. Hammer is on the orbital space station, and I didn't have time to ask him for instructions. I hope you... I hope you can help us for Mr. Hammer's sake. Well, actually, Miss Justine has always admired you. She..."

"Okay, I got it."

Fu Qinghai ruthlessly interrupted Nathan Lemon's incoherent speech and said directly:

"I'll go over now."

Although Fu Qinghai is still using the experimental facilities and instruments provided by Hammer Industries, both Fu Qinghai and Justin Hammer know that they no longer owe each other anything.

In this collaboration, it was Fu Qinghai, not Hammer Industries, who took the lead.

But since we are working together, it is not impossible to do Old Hammer a small favor and give him some face.

Fu Qinghai stood up from the experimental table and looked at the Blue Shell power armor standing on the side. The mechanical arm was still assembling ceramic-steel composite armor plates onto the armor.

The power armor has not yet been repaired.

Justin Hammer has made it to an orbital space station?

Fu Qinghai picked up a coat from the back of the chair and put it on, pondering the meaning behind Nathan Lemon's words.

Fu Qinghai didn't read many personal magazines of Marvel superheroes, but he happened to have read Iron Man.

Justin Hammer went to the orbital space station because he had cancer, and he thought it would prolong his life.

I don't know which quack doctor told him that.

It may also be that he is desperate and is trying all kinds of medical treatment.

Without the power armor, he could only take the power sword and the bolter first. Fu Qinghai carried a big bag, walked out of the warehouse, opened the trunk of the Hummer H2 that he hadn't driven for a long time, and threw the big bag in his hand into the trunk.

Fu Qinghai stepped on the accelerator to the bottom, the engine roared, and the off-road vehicle headed straight for the coordinates provided by Nathan Lemon.

With one hand on the steering wheel, I thought of one last question:

How come Justine Hammer has always admired me?

How come I didn't see it?

...

(End of this chapter)