Chapter 1134 - 1131: The Industrial Mother Machine

"The Scale Armor Gear has escaped..."

"Should we follow protocol or just zap it to oblivion with the defibrillator?"

Ansheng squatted on the ground, staring in astonishment at the gear that was making a sharp whistling "V~" sound and gradually moving away. He looked at Li Wenkang and said:

"If we don't pin down this crazed gear soon, I think it might perform a freestyle dive."

The gear, enlightened by the King of the Universe, was filled with chaotic will inside, and the dominant will wasn't even that of the King of the Universe himself, but rather the will of another patient from the inpatient department of the psychiatric hospital.

The King of the Universe was evidently unable to control it; he couldn't even summon the gear back.

The parasitic An's will on the gear had a very strong self-management consciousness.

"Normally, we would weld the initiator to the industrial power grid," Li Wenkang said silently, glanced at the caliper and micrometer in his hand, and smiled helplessly.

"King of the Universe, fetch the gear back!" Ansheng raised his hand towards the sea, gesturing for the King of the Universe to hurry up.

Reluctantly, the King of the Universe stepped out from Shasha's embrace, reached forward with his pale right hand, his entire arm disintegrating into blood-red particles. It formed a blood mist hand that, from three miles away, grabbed the gear and pulled it back.

During the struggle, the King of the Universe retrieved the escaping will and locked it in the psychiatric hospital.

"Got it back..."

The King of the Universe looked at Master Fuli and handed the aluminum gear he held to Li Wenkang.

"Very good, very good..."

Looking at the deformed gear in his hand, Li Wenkang showed a trace of happiness on his face. Without measuring anything, he put the gear in his pocket and said with a smile: "With the King of the Universe joining the Metallographic Research Institute, I believe the super assembly project will quickly and steadily advance."

Although the gear was bent and deformed, Li Wenkang could estimate a rough value of the gear's tooth spacing and count just by feel. Parts enlightened by the King of the Universe had tolerances within the acceptable range.

With the King of the Universe as such industrial machinery, the Metallographic Research Institute would have no trouble processing Spiritual Particle Metal.

Artificial Spiritual Particle Metal, although strong, was merely slightly strong and lacked special properties.

Metals with special properties are currently all processed using the metallographic substitution method.

Utilizing the principle of similar solubility, it gradually replaces the atoms inside the property metal, thus forming a coating on the workpiece or a substitution solid solution, but this process involves a great deal of uncontrollable aspects, rendering it inapplicable to high-precision components.

In the industrial sector, there is a term "exactly on point," where a point refers to 0.01 millimeters.

Sometimes, a difference of one point in precision on an industrial component can be a chasm.

This point difference can cause safety accidents, from the workpiece being scrapped or the device failing to function, to explosions affecting an area of several tens of miles.

But with the King of the Universe joining in, there will no longer be any errors in part processing.

Unfortunately...

The creation of property metal is unattainable, but Li Wenkang also knows that things have to be done step by step, and there's no point in innovating before fully understanding reverse engineering.

Being able to gain processing abilities in advance is already a heaven-sent fortune.

Without Master Fuli's strong intervention, Old Zongzi might not have paid any mind to the current humans.

...

After subduing the King of the Universe, this mission was already considered accomplished.

The group reached the coast, sitting idly on the pier waiting for pickup.

"Boop boop..."

The Triangular Hammer emerged from beside Master Fuli, examining the King of the Universe with curiosity.

The Triangular Hammer, though a fragment of the King of the Universe, couldn't be reclaimed once thrown away; it was too wild to want to return to its original form.

"So boring! Old Li, take your phone off flight mode, I need to find something to do..." Ansheng complained, lying on Shasha's lap:

"Next time an island mission comes up, you at the Security Bureau should prepare a tablet, snacks, and cola for me..."

Li Wenkang rolled his eyes and tossed his phone to Master Fuli, saying:

"Who knew you'd finish up so quickly, in the travel plan, our parachuting and landing were supposed to be followed by support or return ships within an hour."

Master Fuli released the King of the Universe within five minutes of landing, and negotiations broke down. The fight was over within ten minutes.

Even though the subsequent talks took some time, the entire affair only lasted around forty minutes.

Just five minutes after sitting down, Master Fuli looked at the ocean and started flipping over complaining of boredom, seeking some fun.

"Do you understand, Master Fuli's left hand high damage, right hand high damage with gold content?"

Ansheng kicked Old Li lightly and looked at the phone with pride, canceling the flight mode.

And in the three seconds after canceling flight mode when the signal had barely restored...

An unknown call came in.

Ansheng answered the call.

"Li Wenkang!" On the other end, a furious male voice roared, shaking with emotion, explicitly calling out Li Wenkang:

"I'm going to lodge a protest with Xia Country, you can wait for our ambassador..."

"Ying—"

Seeing the furious caller, Master Fuli took a deep breath and replied with an angry "Ying".

The angry male voice stalled and cautiously asked, "Excuse me... is this Li Wenkang, Principal Li's private mobile number?"

"I'm your uncle, I give you three minutes to add this phone number on WeChat. If I don't see your friend request within three minutes, I don't care how far you are, I will make sure to kick your lychee as a football!"

Master Fuli added the other side on WeChat, holding the phone high with one hand while the other hand made a sword gesture, poking forcefully at the camera with martial vigor.

"Yes, yes, Master Fuli's reprimand is right. We shouldn't have privately traded islands, and the black-lit factory entrance shouldn't have been built to hurt your foot..." The person on the other end looked awkward, nodding repeatedly in agreement.

"Haha..." Li Wenkang couldn't help but chuckle, slightly turning his gaze away from the absurd scene.

The other party had come with audacity but wasn't truly confident, dealing with major countries involved international diplomacy.

Even unreasonable demands were made three points reasonable, intertwining verbally.

But Master Fuli didn't care about any of this, immediately asking to crush the opposing side's lychee.

Master Fuli dared to say it, knowing the Landlord of Longevity deeply rooted in the medical field would actually crush that lychee and then turn to Master Fuli for accolades.

The lychee is personal, the benefits are national, and the choice is obvious.

The scolding from Master Fuli made the opponent feel like a grandson, no longer daring to speak of the black-lit factory, just sweating and inquiring about Master Fuli's bank account number.

He claimed to want to compensate for Master Fuli's medical expenses.

Fun times passed quickly, and the return vessel arrived at the pier.

Ansheng hung up the phone, boarded the ship, opened the ship's fridge quite naturally, and started rummaging through it.

"Huh? Waaa—"

A piercing female scream echoed, akin to nails scratching a blackboard or toenails stuck in a toothpick, kicking the wall hard, startling Master Fuli's fluffy fur to stand on end.

"What happened?"

Ansheng popped out his head from the fridge, rubbing the goosebumps on his arms, threw a questioning glance towards the cabin.