Bai Lu looked indifferently at the pile of things she had picked out on the ground, then looked at Jun Jing. Zhao Jianjun said at the right moment, "Can you two carry these things? Or should I have someone send them back to you?"
"I can't carry it, I have to give it to you." Jun Jing agreed.
Bai Lu looked at him in confusion. Jun Jing could move it by himself.
"I have to ride a bike with you, and I don't have hands to hold you." Jun Jing became more and more shameless.
Zhao Jianjun couldn't bear to watch, but still instructed, "Bring Comrade Bai Lu here more often in the future. I have a lot of materials and they are all easy to get. If you don't have time, call me from the guard and I will send a car to pick her up." Come to pick up something, give a list, and the gun will come out.
The pistol drawing that Bai Lu drew for them was the drawing of the Boretta 92f pistol, with a total length of 217 mm, an empty gun weight of 0.96 kg, an initial velocity of 333.7 m/s, and an effective range of 50 meters.
It will take another nine years for this gun to be developed, and before the elemental weapons were developed in 2045, this gun was always the best among pistols. Naturally, it will surprise everyone if it is taken out now.
Bai Lu thought for a while and wrote another list to Zhao Jianjun, which mainly included materials needed for more than 20 components such as resistors, potentiometers, capacitors... sensors, etc. These things are used in all home appliances.
The blueprint for the pistol was not made by her casually. The manufacturing of the pistol just happened to require steelmaking, rare metals and some important conditions for urgent needs. The complete materials of the pistol meant that some of the materials she needed to change her life had a source, which could better serve her transformation of existing living facilities.
Zhao Jianjun stared at the materials Bai Lu needed, stunned. "Do you need it today?"
"Today?"
Zhao Jianjun shook his head, several materials required special approval.
"What about tomorrow?"
"At least a week later." The time Zhao Jianjun mentioned was the time he had to keep an eye on to get it done.
"Three days."
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