Lu Jiajing has always been keen on visiting history museums around the world. Although this is not her first time visiting a history museum in Beijing, she has always come alone before, traveling around by herself. Her parents are not available, and her friends in Guangzhou are not interested in her love of history.
The baby-faced little girl is keen to visit history museums across the country to see the history of each place, the treasures preserved, and the various local customs and traditions.
Tu Luoxue was led around by Lu Jiajing's hand, while her two younger sisters walked ahead chatting and laughing. Man Sui also found it quite interesting. The little pink-haired girl had developed a love for reading under Bai Ningbing's influence, which is why she had studied the ancient human script and could understand modern writing without much study.
Lu Jiajing and Man Sui got along quite well in many ways, but Sinclair, the old man, didn't describe their daily interactions much.
Seeing that Lu Jiajing loved history so much, Tu Luoxue brought up her university major.
"Jingjing, I asked you before if you had any majors you wanted to study, and you said you hadn't decided yet. I see you like history so much, how about you study that major?"
Lu Jiajing blinked and chuckled, "Senior brother and junior sister's fellow disciple play? Xuexue, this is taboo!"
Tu Luoxue pinched Lu Jiajing's cheek.
"You're being corrupted by Coco. What are you thinking about all day long?"
Tu Keke, who was walking ahead, heard this. She stopped, turned around, lowered her head, and nuzzled into her sister's arms like a little calf.
"Sis, don't slander me. What do you mean I corrupted Jing? Is it possible that Jing was originally a bad girl?"
Lu Jiajing smiled smugly, "I'm a bad girl!"
Tu Luoxue scoffed, abandoned Lu Jiajing, and instead took Man Sui's arm, saying, "Xiao Sui, let's go. We're not playing with those two anymore."
Tu Keke and Lu Jiajing exchanged a glance, then followed behind Tu Luoxue and Lu Jiajing, chattering incessantly like two little bees.
At home, Bai Ningbing and Shang Xinci went to take a nap. Yan Luo went to the garage and looked at the dazzling array of sports cars. What was impressive was not the number of sports cars, but the number of Beijing license plates. Yan Luo randomly picked one that caught his eye and drove towards the Longxia Research Institute.
When Zheng Guoan, the director of the Longxia Research Institute, heard from his old friend Tu Xing that Yan Luo had come to the capital, he immediately invited him over. At first, he did not know Yan Luo's identity. Later, he heard Tu Xing mention it and also investigated it himself. He did not expect that Yan Li's younger brother was so well hidden.
Yan Luo also wanted to see if the research institute had made any new progress in its research on weapons for hunting zombies. Last time, she heard from Wan Gang, the captain of the 44th squad in Shuicheng, that they had used the research institute's newly developed sniper rifle and special ammunition to capture the sixth-level zombie Liu Huahua.
It is said that the new weapon can capture ghouls below the eighth rank, which has piqued Yanluo's interest in scientific weapons, as he has always relied on ghost weapons for close-quarters combat.
If a ranged weapon could be developed that could kill ghouls without close combat, the survival rate of ghoul hunters would be greatly improved. Unfortunately, Yan Luo felt that the hope of killing ghouls of the eighth rank or higher was slim. He had a premonition that once the year was over, the other side would make a new move.
There's simply no time for scientific research and weapon upgrades, but this is just Yan Luo's speculation. Who knows what surprises Zheng Guoan might give him when he meets him?
They soon arrived at the location provided by Zheng Guoan. It was an unremarkable building on the outskirts of the city, but its true power lay underground. The real Longxia Research Institute was hidden beneath this building, possessing strong anti-attack capabilities and being sufficiently safe, given that important national personnel lived and worked inside.
Wearing a winter casual outfit and thin-rimmed square glasses, Zheng Guoan, who looked like a retired cadre from the political department, met with Yan Luo. At sixty-four years old in the new year, Zheng Guoan was in high spirits and looked much younger than Tu Xing, who was the same age. He didn't have much gray hair.
"Young and promising, Yanluo."
Yan Luo took the initiative to shake hands with Zheng Guoan, saying, "Not at all, I still have a lot to learn from seniors like Director Zheng and to contribute more to the country."
Zheng Guoan laughed heartily a few times.
"Don't be so polite, just call me Uncle An. Old Xing and I are as close as brothers, we're all family."
Yanluo didn't stand on ceremony and directly addressed him as Uncle An.
Zheng Guoan led Yanluo through one mechanical door after another that unlocked with iris recognition, saying, "I invited you here today so you could see the weapon that your sister and brother-in-law devoted their lives to developing."
As the heavy mechanical door opened after the last swipe of the ID card, Yan Luo followed Zheng Guoan and saw a long black alloy box placed on a metal table in the center of the laboratory.
A visible red energy shield was scattered around the metal platform. Zheng Guoan entered the password to unlock the energy shield and simultaneously opened the latches of the alloy box with both hands.
An unremarkable black sniper rifle lay quietly inside. Zheng Guoan looked at it as if it were a treasure and introduced it to Yan Luo: "Ghost Hunter, that's the name of this gun."
Zheng Guoan slammed the box shut, turned around and gestured for Yan Luo to follow him with the box. In the blink of an eye, they arrived at a training room, where a seventh-tier ghoul was located.
After Zheng Guoan explained how to use the gun, Yan Luo went to the second floor of the training room, where there was space to shoot. Yan Luo took out a black sniper rifle from an open box. It was quite heavy, and even a well-trained special forces soldier would find it difficult to handle easily.
This was Yan Luo's first time handling a gun, which he found quite novel. Following the instructions, he took out a special magazine from the box. The magazine didn't contain bullets; instead, it contained a purple liquid. According to Zheng Guoan, this liquid was made from the ethereal crystals used in crafting ghost artifacts.
It can be used as bullets, and is more effective than bullets made of any metal. It is enough to kill ghouls below the eighth rank, and can delay the recovery time of ghouls above the eighth rank.
Compared to the ethereal crystal, what deserves more praise is the technological power contained within the gun body. It can withstand the hard ethereal crystal and can also transform the liquid ethereal crystal into bullets, something that only appears in science fiction novels.
The reason for not turning the virtual crystals into bullets is that since such conversion technology exists, there is no need to make them into bullets. This also signifies that Longxia's military technology has reached the pinnacle of the world. I wonder if other countries can master such conversion technology.
The magazine was inserted into the magazine well, Yanluo pulled the bolt, closed his left eye, brought his right eye close to the sniper scope, pulled the trigger, and a purple crystal energy bullet whistled out with the smoke.
The seventh-tier ghoul was struck in the heart, and Yanluo fired another shot, the immense energy shattering the ghoul's head.
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