The two talked on the phone for a long time, and it was mostly Stray who asked various questions.

"Such a great gadget, why can't our people develop it?" Strayer asked somewhat dissatisfiedly, with a hint of urgency and questioning in his tone.

"My boss, every profession has its own expertise, and every country has its own areas of expertise. We can't know everything. If we do that, how can others survive and develop?" The man with a doctorate degree answered in a clever way.

"You bunch of losers, you have so many excuses. If I can get the formula, how much benefit can it bring?" Stray said his true thoughts directly, with greed flashing in his eyes.

"Oh my God! My God, boss, you are not kidding, right? If this thing becomes popular, it can completely change the outcome of a military operation in a small-scale, low-intensity military conflict." The doctoral talent said in an affirmative tone.

It should be noted that the victory or defeat of military operations he mentioned here refers to small-scale, low-intensity military conflicts, not full-scale wars.

In a total war, it would be an indiscriminate confrontation. No matter how good and cheap mercury fulminate is, a nuclear bomb would still leave it with no room for use.

"Okay, I get it. If I don't understand anything, I'll ask you again. That's it!" Stray hung up the phone in a good mood.

Stray leaned back in his chair, his fingers tapping rhythmically on the table, lost in thought.

He knew very well that obtaining the formula for mercury fulminate was not an easy task, and that there might be many complex factors and potential risks involved.

But the huge temptation of interests was like an invisible hand, constantly pulling at his thoughts.

He began to plan various possible plans in his mind on how to obtain the formula of mercury fulminate, imagining the huge benefits that would be brought about.