heart, forgetting the potential dangers of this planet.

There is no rule of law and no real security here.

It was only luck that no danger came to us before.

Ruan Shiqing called up the weapon sketches he had drawn when he was relaxing from his smart computer, browsed through them one by one, and selected two weapons that were easy to make and could be used for both offense and defense.

One is a blaster, which compresses and heats the air, instantly releasing a high-temperature energy beam to cause damage to the enemy. It can fire continuously and has great destructive power.

One is the protective shield system, which is derived from the protective shield system of the spacecraft, but is more mobile and flexible. It can attack targets within range according to instructions, and can also resist external invasion and attack in all directions.

When installed in a building, it is equivalent to a security system equipped with weapons.

Both of these are still in the sketch stage, and many ideas have not yet been perfected.

Ruan Shiqing originally thought that there was no rush to use it, and he could slowly perfect it before turning it into a real thing.

But what happened tonight made his sense of crisis more urgent. He had to turn the sketch into a powerful weapon as soon as possible.

Only absolute power can shock the ill intentions in the dark.

He washed his face, drank two tubes of nutritional supplements, and then sat down at his desk to refine the sketch...

In a weapons research institute, it takes at least half a year to turn a sketch into a usable weapon. Dangerous items like weapons must undergo repeated testing before they can be put into production.

But now the situation was urgent and Ruan Shiqing spent an entire night refining the drawings. He also asked 09 to purchase all the necessary spare parts and called on the Xiong brothers for help.

The material is re-molded and polished; the parts are assembled...

Countless tiny parts passed through his hands and slowly pieced together the prototype of the gun.

Ruan Shiqing picked up the newly-fired blaster and asked the Xiong brothers to drag the two Bis people to the outskirts of the garbage dump.

I stood not far away, raised my hand, aimed casually, and pulled the trigger——

Amidst the loud bang, metal garbage exploded, and the smell of burning spread along with the curling smoke.

The two Bis people closest to the center of the explosion screamed and looked at Ruan Shiqing in horror. Although they were no longer restrained by ropes, they did not dare to escape.

The people nearby were attracted by the loud noise and were surprised to see two strong Bis people crying and begging for mercy to a skinny ancient human.

This was exactly the effect Ruan Shiqing wanted. He lowered his eyes and did not let go even though his palms were burned and painful by the hot gun.

Instead, he raised his hand again, pointed it at the metal garbage behind the two men and said, "I'll let you off this once today. If it happens again..."

He deliberately did not finish his words, and replaced the pale words with another explosion of metal garbage.