The meaning of the words in the words does not sound very nice, but because of the welcome of the old man's corporate culture leader, he knew that his department head and Tektronix's combat level were tactful and delicate, and he was also a scientific research worker, Turing did not intend to argue with him about these things.

He did not answer the words of "erection pliers" for the time being, but walked to the weapon racks.

These technologies are potential technical values, and it would be a waste not to look at them.

And these weapon holders also look quite novel: "Equipment storage compartment?"

Hearing Turing's words, "Ber Pin"'s eyes lit up, he laughed and walked up, and gently patted the protrusion next to the equipment storage compartment:

"This is also what we develop in our own equipment storage warehouse, integrating functional equipment of space and gun types, and the basic arsenal will be equipped with."

With the action of the "erectile pliers", the equipment storage compartment in front of Turing flipped and transformed the guns, and all the guns were stored into the internal space, turning into a rectangular black cube with some hard surface texture raised on the surface.

The face of "erectile stents" was smug.

For him, Turing's actions at this moment were a good thing.

In his eyes, no matter what his identity is, this newly appointed executive must have outstanding talents. But in places like the R&D department, executives may not be able to be R&D only.

And the behavior of the gray fox in front of him also appeared to him not understand industrial scientific research at all.

Because of common sense equipment in the arsenal like the equipment storage warehouse, this gray fox looks like he has never seen it before.

And Turing has never seen this thing before.

Although he has dismantled a lot of technology, except for the carbon change system and the relatively complete demon god system that he has just obtained, he has hardly had any contact with the Tektronix system in the real world. He does not know about some common sense things in infrastructure.

Just when "Bo Zheng" felt that his budget for granting was stable, a string of words floated over him, which made his expression slightly change:

"It's just a technology that was stolen from the fifth generation of the ultimate technology storage warehouse."

"Erection Pliers" suddenly turned around and found that Owen was leaning against the wall with a calm look on his face, with a look of disgust hidden in his eyes.

No matter what the gray fox reacted, Jincheng stopped talking now, and it was his turn to scan his face.

And no matter how many complaints there are, he will never let the newly appointed executives be defeated here. The Machinery Logistics Department will be honest, that is, the sub-department under the security department. No matter how much the Industrial R&D Department is, it is the same as the security department.

After this conversation, the face of "Pelbow" suddenly turned red.

"How can you... be called stealing when you do scientific research? Reference and mutual learning are just the ladder of progress?"

After saying that, he turned around and looked at Turing:

"Mr. Gray Fox thinks so too?"

"Um……"

Turing nodded, not paying much attention to the dynamics of the two people next to him, but turned his eyes to the gun in his hand and looked up and down.

There was no prompt from the technology tree before his eyes, and Turing felt disappointed.

"I don't know what your research and development direction is, but with this level of gun technology, I think it's better to forget it." Turing put the gun in his hand back into the unfolded storage compartment, and then touched another handful from the side to check. Without waiting for the "erectile pliers" to say something, he continued to speak:

"Your gun technology is all ordinary live ammunition guns, and there is no weapon that uses pulse bullets. Whether it is produced and used by oneself or put on the market, it will not have any effect."

After checking the guns one by one and putting them back on the shelf, Turing clapped his hands:

"And it occupies a lot of space. If you want to ask me for a budget with this technical background, I think it's better to close the door. It should be good to convert all into a repair room. When I first came in, I saw that the appointment table at the door was full, so why not give the company's employees some better maintenance benefits. What do you think?"

"This...of course not!"

"Berpin" suddenly rushed to the equipment storage compartment: "Mr. Gray Fox, you are a little unreasonable. You just took a look at it casually, how could you make such a conclusion?"

"Yes, although you are the superior supervisor, aren't you hitting the enthusiasm of our researchers?"

Another deputy supervisor also came up to help.

Turing rolled his eyes under his face armor.

The result that the technology tree can tell at a glance is not his unknown knowledge, and he is too lazy to even use his phantom limb to remove it and check it carefully.

Turing was too lazy to say anything to these people, and the electronic eyes looked at the side:

"Irving, where is the component of the samsen?"

"Well... According to the way and efficiency of the Machinery Logistics Department's consistent handling of spoils, it should be still in the room of the machine tool at this time. It is usually a C-3 machine tool."

"Jincheng, lead the way."

At the command of Turing, Jincheng, who was waiting on the side, walked up with a smile:

"Since that's the case, Mr. Gray Fox just asks... the supervisor of 'Erection Pliers'. Please apply to the above for your research on sonic weapons."

After saying that, Jincheng made an invitation to Turing.

But Turing didn't move his feet now.

"Sonic Weapon?"

Seeing Turing's reaction, the "Erection Pin" suddenly felt something was going on and hurriedly said:

"I was originally going to show you when I was visiting, but all of them were made of some cutting-edge technologies on the black market now. I think you may not understand..."

"Leading the way." Turing briefly interrupted the words of "Ber Pin", and the latter and Jincheng were stunned at the same time:

"who?"

"Look at your sonic weapon."

"Okay, okay, please come with me!"

"Ber Pin" looked overjoyed and immediately took Turing to another test room. At Turing's request, a group of employees who were parading behind were dismissed by Jincheng.

It was fine when I was in the lobby outside. After entering the machinery logistics department, there were still a bunch of people following me. Do you think the place was not crowded enough?

When he arrived at another test room, Boxet instructed an employee to bring a complete set of alloy boxes and placed them on the metal table in front of Turing.

In the alloy box, several instruments with rough lines are embedded:

A sound wave weapon similar to a pistol, with a layered rectangular device at the front, with a strange appearance.

A larger ring device, placed in the center of the alloy box, looks like it should be the prototype machine for the experimental project.

In addition, there are several grenade-like objects and a small detector. They are all developed versions without shells.

【You have discovered new knowledge】

A familiar reminder was beating in front of his eyes, Turing felt happy, and his phantom limbs immediately extended from behind:

"How do you use this thing?"

The phantom limb grabbed the machine that looked like a pistol in the alloy box. The "elbow phantom" next to him was shocked by the phantom limb behind Turing, while explaining to Turing, he glanced at the phantom limb from time to time:

"This is a sonic impact pistol, the trigger button is here...wait!!"

Buzz —

Turing grabbed the sound wave pistol in the claws of the phantom limbs, pointed it at the test device at the end of the room, pulled the trigger and fired it out.

Under a unique humming sound, a light blue cone-shaped impact rushed towards the end of the room like the wind, and then...

Dissipate with the wind.

Turing was stunned for a moment, and pulled the trigger several times in a row. Four consecutive shots left without any special effects. The fifth shot didn't even sounded.

If the technology prompt is triggered, it means that the technology contained in it is something I do not have at present.

But that's the power level?

During the moment of being stunned, some eager "erectile clenchers" had already taken the sound wave gun back from Turing's hand, lifted up the mechanical gloves like a baby to repair them, and then breathed a long sigh of relief:

"Fortunately, it's just out of power."

Turing was immediately amused: "Is there no electricity after just four rounds?"

"Mr. Gray Fox, please don't underestimate the company's self-developed products!" The "Erection Pliers" were obviously dissatisfied with the behavior of Turing's arrest and using it, but due to Turing's identity, he could not act too much. His expression was like constipation, and his whole face was wrinkled into a long-haired chrysanthemum.

"This thing is a prototype, I call it a 'high frequency sound generator'."

"Erection Pliers" picked up the device in the alloy box and explained it carefully to Turing:

"This device can transfer the generated high-frequency sound waves into shock waves and emit them."

"The detection instrument here uses a unit of measurement that I created, called 'over-sounding value'. This is a generalized damage measurement unit we designed. The higher the over-sounding value, the higher the ability to destroy matter. But because in actual combat, we have to face different compositions and arrangements of matter, that is, armor of different materials, or human bodies, this is just a generalized reference value. The purpose of this weapon design is to make the power of sound weapons reach a level that is enough to shake down the molecular structure!"

"Erection Pliers" became more and more excited, his face flushed, and he looked at the things in his hand like a baby.

"So, Mr. 'Berpin', why is the measuring instrument opposite us that I have shot is unscathed, or is it reorganized from the molecular state, but we are not enough to observe as low-dimensional organisms?"

As soon as this said, Owen next to him burst into laughter, while Jin Cheng pursed his lips, his seemingly professional smile as if it was still as mountain, but the corners of his mouth had already begun to twitch.

The face of the "erectile twee" that had just faded a lot suddenly turned red again.

"This...this...that's why we need a budget! Energy issues, practical testing, material costs and scientific research costs, and even wide-area computers created by renting units of measurement all require budgets. I can use the calculation values ​​to prove that my theory is definitely based on and prospects. The "over-sounding value" of the prototype weapon has reached 3 points, which is enough to cause harm to creatures like ants..."

"Okay, okay, I believe in you."

Turing said casually, then stretched out his phantom limb to grab the prototype in his claws, and then instantly dismantled it into a bunch of parts under the astonished gaze of the "Erection Pliers".

"You?!This..."

Ignoring the "erectile tweezing" next to me before I could even get mad, the knowledge in the high-speed dismantling had already flowed into his mind.

[You disassemble and study this technology, and you have obtained 13 technical values.]
To be continued...