The vacuum cleaner on Chitose's lower leg was removed, and space was reserved for three small missiles according to the specifications of a certain lightweight missile.

If it has two legs, that's equivalent to six missiles.

The same goes for the arms, except that there were two instead of three, since the arms are still not as thick as the legs.

As for the palms, all ten fingers are equipped with laser weapons, a portable, condensed version of the one obtained from the Dort family.

Seize! Seize! ...

Gao's high-profile open-air operations were observed by many people, especially the general, who could keep a close eye on Gao's every move.

"What is this guy trying to do?"

"Chief, I compared the dimensions of the space Gao Feng left in the robot's lower leg with the exact same size as our Longbow 7 miniature missile. Also, the small engine he handcrafted is exactly the same as the engine on the private jet the Social Intelligence Bureau allocated to him..."

The general's bodyguard handed over a form with a wry smile, unsure of what to say.

"Is that so?"

The officer was skeptical, but he believed the information in his hands was accurate and he trusted his bodyguard.

“That’s right. I personally think that Gao Feng… might be looking for revenge against someone.”

Upon hearing the word "revenge," the officer felt a pang of pain in his teeth.

But then he thought, "Wait a minute, can that thing really fly? Even if the engine is powerful enough, what about its energy supply? Could he actually have developed a miniature nuclear fusion device?"

The power issue has always been a major problem, and if it could be solved, their robot warriors wouldn't just be running on the ground.

"I think, since Gao Ang dared to do this, maybe he really did solve it?"

Upon hearing this, the officer became angry and slammed his hand on the table. "That kid, he's hiding such a good thing from me. I have to teach him a lesson."

The guard quickly stopped the general. "Sir, these are just my personal guesses, and they may not be accurate. Besides, we also need to refer to the previous ROG. According to Gao Ang, some things have limitations. He knows some principles, but he is short of raw materials, such as batteries. So, I personally suggest that we see if he can succeed this time. If he succeeds, it won't be too late for you to communicate with him."

“What you said makes sense,” the officer hesitated for a moment, then instructed, “Here’s what you do: go and arrange for all of this kid’s steps to be recorded. That way, if it actually works and he tries to cheat us, we can figure it out ourselves.”

"Yes, I'll arrange it right away."

After the guard left, the general stared at the screen in front of him and frowned again. "Personally, I hope you can get this done; but from the perspective of the bigger picture, I still hope you can be a little more patient!"

......

Gao Ang had no idea about the conversation taking place in the general's office, but then again, even if he did know, he would still do things according to his own temper.

I will not offend others unless they offend me; if they offend me, I will kill them.

He used to think that he was getting a little arrogant by always causing trouble for others.

But when he deduced that bastards had started making trouble in Dongguo as early as 2016 or even earlier, he felt no burden at all.

What does this show? It shows that imperialism has never given up its desire to destroy us, and we must always be prepared.

"Second brother, third brother, come and pack your things, we're going to move indoors to work."

Having done all the necessary pretense, the next item is a bit more mysterious and can no longer be exposed to the public.

His previous claims about reserving space for engines in the robot's feet, back, and elbows were all lies.

Even the miniature engine he made was a hoax; none of it could possibly work.

These things will be installed inside Chisui's body and connected to other mechanical tissues, but it's just for show; at most, they'll only serve to control the direction of flight.

The real source of power was the biological component he had worked on before, namely the anti-gravity space device.

When they saw him start moving things into the house, some people became anxious.

"Mr. Gao, what's going on?"

"Oh, the following is a classified section. I'm worried about foreign satellites overhead. These days, it's impossible to guard against enemies. It's always good to be cautious, right?"

Ang Gao patted the other person on the shoulder, showing no intention of inviting him into the house.

He didn't invite me, but that doesn't mean he didn't want to watch.

"Um... Mr. Gao, may I go in and take a look? I've always been very interested in this..."

Before he could finish speaking, Gao Ang cut him off, saying, "No, this involves my company's subsequent patents and trade secrets. I'm sorry, but if you want to see it, you can look at it whenever I've made it public."

Gao Ang politely declined the offer, then smiled and went inside, closing the door of the temporary laboratory with a "snap".

Upon receiving this news, the general was so angry that he wished he could fly to Shanghai immediately to see for himself.

But Gao Ang is right too. This is their patent. They are protecting the people, not bandits.

It's a favor if someone shows it to you publicly; now that they don't want you to see it anymore, that's their right.

"Sir, we have other equipment that can..."

"Forget it, if they won't let me watch, then I won't. I guess the technology isn't mature enough yet, otherwise this kid would have already started showing off."

According to the general's understanding of young people, if they have a new invention, wouldn't they want to show off a bit?

Just like ROG and robotics, didn't they eventually honestly disclose it publicly?

"Let you gloat for a few more days, but you'll still be in my grasp eventually!"

The officer clenched his fist confidently, brimming with self-assurance.

...

On Gao Ang's side, after closing the door, he immediately disabled all detection equipment to ensure that his abnormality would not be detected.

As for his own thermal imaging, he had already informed the outside world in advance not to interrupt his experiments unless absolutely necessary or urgent.

The security personnel from various departments surrounding him were all dumbfounded: What the hell are you protecting? There's no one around, no sound, isn't this just masturbating to thin air?

Gao Ang didn't care what these people thought and proceeded to install an anti-gravity device on Qian Sui's body.

The coolest pose is definitely taking off upright, but then you have to consider your body's balance.

To maintain balance, you can stretch out your arms and add anti-gravity devices to your palms or arms.

In this way, Chitose can maintain an upright posture, although the posture looks strange.

To fly with arms folded together like the real Iron Man, you'd probably need to add some kind of propulsion system to your body...

If we add power units, we need to reserve space for them, which would mean that Chitose's internal firepower would be insufficient.

A thousand-year-old has such a small body; if this part takes up space, other features will definitely have to be reduced.

"This is really a headache. I don't know how Iron Man maintains his vertical balance... especially at high altitudes where the air currents are very unstable."

In the end, Gao Ang decided to let Qian Sui fly horizontally.

This way, there is less drag and the flight posture is not too ugly. As for the plot in the movie, it may just be for the sake of visual appeal.

After three days of hard work, we've finally managed to modify Qian Sui's body to a near-complete degree. Now all that's missing are the firepower equipment.

Lasers are useful, but their deterrent effect is slightly less than that of gunpowder.

He's going there for revenge. He needs to let Sagier and his Ori Group know that I, Gao Feng, am not someone to be trifled with.

Since you want to kill me, then I will repay you with blood and teeth!

But here's the problem: where do we get those small missiles?

Ask the officer for it? No doubt, they won't have it.

Xiao Ming from the Social Intelligence Bureau? Don't even think about it; that's just to make him make a mistake.

Should we go to Saudi Arabia and get some?

The idea itself is fine, but the problem is that he can't go abroad.

Even if we got it from Fatty Jin, transporting it over would be a problem, and getting it to him would be another problem, so it's practically impossible.

"Then let's rely on ourselves!"

The principle behind the small missile is not difficult, and the relevant materials are not a problem for Gao Feng. Even rare earth elements are something he can obtain.

While Gao Ang was engrossed in inventing things in the lab, those protecting him couldn't sit still any longer.

"How long has this guy been in there? It's been several days! Hasn't he come out for some fresh air?"

"You don't understand. Scientists work so hard they forget to eat and sleep. When it comes to certain crucial steps, they don't even have time to eat."

"That's right, that's how most scientists ruin their health."

"..."

Hearing these people's comments, Gao Ang sighed again. Who told you all this? How do you know I haven't eaten anything?

Yes, I didn't eat it, but I made some for Xiaohua! Do you all have problems with your noses?

"Damn, I forgot. With the full power field on, these people can't see or smell anything, so it's normal for them to be suspicious."

If he didn't occasionally draw back the curtains to greet the outside world, people would probably have broken down the door to rescue him long ago.

"It's almost done. Time to cook a nice meal to treat my little flower!"

After stroking the little flower a couple of times, Gao Ang walked to the kitchen, turned off his full-power field, and started making lunch.

As soon as he unleashed his full power, everyone outside breathed a sigh of relief.

But before he could even catch his breath, he immediately tensed up again.

They smelled cooking oil, chili peppers, pepper powder, and, most importantly, saltpeter!

They were all too familiar with this smell, and their special training immediately put them on alert.

Although Gao Yuan was the target they were supposed to protect, the unexpected situation forced them to take some corresponding actions.

The security chief gave a hand signal, and the personnel hidden in the shadows immediately loaded their guns and released the safety.

The person in charge retreated to a secluded corner and urgently contacted his superior through an urgent secret order.

The officer in Kyoto quickly received the news, and he was also astonished, asking, "How did this kid get these things? Did anyone provide them to him?"

"There shouldn't be any. We have his purchase records on file, and there are no such things at all."

"Then how come he has that thing?"

"Well... I guess the commander will have to ask him himself, or should I go there?"

After thinking for a moment, the officer decided to talk to that brat himself. "I'll do it, after all, I'm of rank and seniority here."

Gao Feng, who was cooking, soon received a video request. He casually answered it, held his phone up to the side, and pointed the camera at the stir-fried spicy and sour chicken giblets.

The first thing the officer saw was not Gao Feng himself, but a lump of spicy, bright red, oily, and obviously fragrant sour and spicy chicken giblets. He couldn't help but swallow.

He is a native of Sichuan and loves this dish very much.

Wait a minute, I was talking to this kid about serious business, how did we end up talking about food?

"Xiao Gao, where are you? Come out, let's talk?"

The officer was thinking of getting the spicy and sour chicken giblets out of the frame as soon as possible, otherwise the atmosphere of the conversation would never be serious.

"What should we talk about? How about what to have for lunch?"

Gao Ang heard the security chief reporting a message, but he didn't know what it was about.

He recognized the smell of saltpeter, but he didn't think it would be a big problem.

巘戅叮叮dinGdinGxiO&#戅。 It's normal to have this smell when there's localized blasting at the construction site.

"What are you eating?" The officer's face stiffened, and he became serious. "I'm asking you, why is there a smell of saltpeter in your room?"

"Huh? Oh, you mean saltpeter? This isn't from my house, it's from the construction site, right? Your people have made a mistake."

Gao Ang was taken aback, realizing that he had underestimated the vigilance of his soldiers and had thought things through too simply.

But he couldn't admit it, so he could only pretend to be confused.

"Don't give me that nonsense. The explosives used on your construction site are civilian-grade, made of black powder, and contain no saltpeter at all!"

The officer became stern again, his tone even more serious than before, because he felt that Gao Feng was deliberately concealing something from him, or rather, harboring malicious intentions.

Gao Ang didn't reply. He simply took the spicy and sour chicken giblets out of the pot, poured them onto a plate, and brought them to the table.

He called to Xiaohua, telling him to eat first, then took his phone and walked to the sofa, pointing the camera directly at himself.

"Sir, I'm a researcher. What's wrong with getting some saltpeter? Don't forget, the infrasound weapon I made for my grandfather is still in your hands. If you think I did something wrong, fine, give me back that weapon, and I'll destroy it immediately! And that robot, as long as you say I shouldn't be working on these things that might involve military industry, I'll immediately turn over a new leaf and start anew, focusing on civilian use and never getting involved in military industry whatsoever. How about it? Don't worry, if you agree, I, Gao Ang, can swear on my honor right now in front of you!"

Good heavens, Gao Ang has directly pulled a fast one.

You think it's excessive for me to get involved with a little saltpeter? Fine, then I swear I'm done with military industry, let's quit!

Upon hearing this, the officer was stunned: "I didn't mean to stop you from doing it. What I meant was that if you want to do it, could you discuss it with me first?"

"..." The officer thought for a few seconds, not knowing how to respond. It would be such a pity to tell him not to do it.

Those robots are actually quite useful, and all the technology patents are in this kid's hands. Even that bio-intelligence mini-program was developed by him...

"Don't try to give me any nonsense. I'm just asking you, do you know that saltpeter is a contraband? Just for that one thing, you've broken the law. You're knowingly breaking the law!"

"Did I break the law? No, I didn't. I didn't profit from it, I didn't make any deals, I just manufactured and researched it myself. I didn't cause any damage, I didn't do anything else, so how did I break the law? I graduated with a law degree, I know that very well. And don't forget, I have several identities. With the Health Bureau, I have the right to conduct research, and even the identity of 'Zhao Ang' that you gave me also grants me this right!"

After hearing Gao Ang's words, the officer couldn't help but twitch his lips a few times, wishing he could shut Gao Ang's mouth: how could he have overlooked this kid's other identities?

Gao Ang was right; his various identities did indeed qualify him to research saltpeter and even other contraband.

In other words, theoretically, Gao Feng could even possess and store many contraband items, including but not limited to...

"Let's put everything else aside for now. Why are you getting so much saltpeter? Are you trying to get revenge on someone, or do you already have someone you suspect?"

Ang Gao didn't reply. Instead, he stared intently at the general on his phone, rubbed his nose, and asked, "You guys aren't really still trying to fool me, are you? They've already extended their reach into the country. They wiped out my entire base. If it weren't for good luck, I'd be dead!"