Immediately, the other party smelled an indescribable stench.
Thinking it was just a stink bomb, they all covered their mouths and noses.
As a result, the stench actually managed to get into my ears.
The stench was so strong it made them feel like they were dying, with snot and tears streaming down their faces.
Then came a violent explosion, which shattered the entire body.
Zhuang Zhiwu escaped danger without incident thanks to the bomb given to him by his younger sister.
They successfully escorted a key leader of an overseas organization back to Beijing.
The entire military region began purging internal traitors.
Zhuang Zhiwu didn't return until after the New Year.
"Little sister, the bomb you gave me is so useful, can you sell it to the military region?"
Zhuang Zhimeng touched her second brother's forehead.
"Second brother doesn't have a fever, so why is his mind so muddled?"
"Little sister, how could I be so confused?"
"Think about it, second brother."
Is China capable of manufacturing such a bomb now?
Selling to the military region is basically telling the higher-ups that I have some special things.
"Will the higher-ups send someone to arrest me and conduct research on me?"
"Does the little sister have any good stuff left?"
"Hehe, second brother, what do you think?"
"Never mind, I bet you have a lot of good stuff on you, as evidenced by the pills from before."
"However, I can sell you some alpaca dung."
"What? Little sister, you actually charge for even manure?"
"Of course, you think those miniature bombs smell so bad? It's because they've been mixed with alpaca dung."
Regular alpaca droppings won't work; it has to be the droppings from the alpacas in our park.
Whether you buy it or not is up to you.
"So, alpaca dung is the key to the explosives?"
"Not bad, Second Brother, you reacted quickly."
How much can you get from alpaca dung?
"Now we have several thousand tons, accumulated over several years."
Even a small amount of alpaca dung can have a significant effect.
"Little sister, how much are you planning to sell it for?"
Zhuang Zhimeng smiled and held up one finger.
One million per kilogram.
Zhuang Zhiwu was dumbfounded.
"Haha, Second Brother, don't worry, we don't sell the manure directly to you. We process it here before selling it to you."
"How do you use one kilogram?"
"It can produce 10,000 concentrated gunpowder cakes, which is equivalent to 10,000 bombs."
"How about 100 pieces?"
"Yes, it's a great deal, isn't it?"
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