C10 Technological products

Not to mention outer sect disciples, even inner sect core disciples would rarely have the chance to use such precious materials, let alone service disciple, who could only look. But for the servants of the fire workshop, it was different. This was the place that was in charge of all the ingredients in the entire sect.

All this while, they had been looking for trouble with the fire workshop, which was why Long Bufan, fire workshop and the others had plotted a scheme that they thought was a very "righteous" feeling. However, in order to avoid being discovered, Ni Duan decided not to group drug the Supervisor's Room, but instead set their target on the head of the Supervisor's Room, Qin Duan.

"Senior Brother Zhu, you haven't eaten yet, right?" Long Bufan asked with a smile. He noticed that when Zhu Da Pang looked at the meat broth, his throat could not help but swallow his saliva.

I'm so fat, so it's fine if I eat less. But you're different, in ten days you'll have to take part in the promotions test, so you have to make sure that one of our fire workshop s can also walk out as an outer disciple. Hmph hmph, let's see who will look down on us in the future. Zhu Da Pang's face flushed red as he said excitedly. As low class service disciple, their position in the miscellaneous area was actually ranked last. They were mocked by everyone as a chef who only knew how to chop wood for cooking, and were unable to raise their heads.

Long Bufan revealed an expression of astonishment, his heart warmed, and said in a serious tone: "Thanks to Senior Brother Zhu's generous treatment, I, Long Bufan, will definitely give it my all to bring honor for fire workshop!"

With that said, he picked up the beast meat soup. The fragrance assaulted his nose, and with the delicacies in front, Long Bufan's index finger moved slightly, no longer hesitating, and in a few breaths, he finished it all.

After a few breaths of time, a warm current seemed to explode from his stomach and seeped into every part of his body. It was extremely comfortable.

Zhu Da Pang watched the scene with relish, his mouth even seeped out a bit of crystal clear liquid, he couldn't help but curse himself in his heart: Damn, if he knew earlier, he would have tasted it first.

"Oh right, you asked me to help you get these from the refining workshop a while ago." Zhu Da Pang took out a small cloth bag from his chest and threw it on the table.

"It's done already?" Long Bufan's eyes lit up, he anxiously opened the cloth bag, and inside was a pile of scattered metal parts.

Zhu Da Pang asked curiously: What do you want these gadgets for?

"You'll know soon enough." Long Bufan laughed, he knew that even if he explained, Zhu Da Pang would still not be able to understand the products of this technology era.

To the Zhu Da Pang, these things were only made from the iron pot in their kitchen, they were not worth mentioning. However, to Long Bufan, as a member of the special forces in his previous life, they were extremely valuable.

Shell-and-hook, shellbar, sleeve, thrower, disintegrator, trigger, rewind, guide rail, clip card, bullet... (TL: KEY

Long Bufan looked at the parts of the firearms excitedly. Having not touched them for so many years, he couldn't help but assemble them in front of Zhu Da Pang. As a field special forces soldier, he had to be proficient in all kinds of firearms principles, and even be familiar with the application of every part. Even in the pitch darkness, he could still quickly assemble all the scattered parts.

Long Bufan opened up both of his arms, and in a few moments, he had assembled all the tools into an exquisite five-four pistol.

Zhu Da Pang, who was at the side, was dumbstruck. This was the first time he had seen such a novelty, moreover, never in his dreams would he have thought that these things that were trash in his eyes could be combined so perfectly.

"Crack ~"

With his left foot stepping out, his hands bent down slightly, Long Bufan assumed a standard holding posture, and his movements were completed in one go.

Holding the gun in his hand, he couldn't help but touch a string that he had been hiding in the depths of his heart all this time … In his previous life, the spear was his closest companion in the army. No matter if it was sleeping or carrying out missions, he would always be at his side, guarding his home and country, proud and unparalleled in battle spirit!

But now, home was no longer that home, and the country was no longer that country …

The scenes from the past flashed past one after another. Finally, they let out a sigh.