My own war game

Chapter 158 Blueprint
There was the sound of wind in my ears, my body became invisible in the air, and the scenery around me began to particle.

Because of Beria's historical evaluation, He Chi paid close attention the moment he saw him, and sure enough, he found evidence that the other party was plotting against him.

Therefore, he timed his departure from the copy as his last means of survival. Seeing him disappear out of thin air, this guy would probably be wary.

"Mission Dawn in the Hurricane completed, overall rating: D, players begin teleporting!"

After the system's uninterrupted voice sounded, He Chi stood up from his bedroom again.

A gold coin appeared in his palm, which was his only gain.

Well, that doesn't seem to be quite accurate.

He Chi felt something rustling in his arms. He reached into his arms and took out a piece of paper.

This piece of paper was copied from the table when Beria was kidnapped.

He Chi unfolded the paper and found that it was the blueprint of the American P-47 Thunderbolt fighter that he had seen before.

It seems to be of no use, He Chi muttered.

Although the P-47 Thunderbolt is a classic fighter in World War II, it is 80 years old after all. Its design information has long been declassified and can be found on the Internet.

Since there is no marking to indicate the age, this thing has no value as an antique.

"Obtained special item: Belia's blueprint" the system voice sounded again.

[Blueprints collected by Beria (P-47 Thunderbolt)]: Design drawings of weapons and equipment of other countries stolen by Soviet intelligence agencies.

Item Features: Projection
Projection: [Equipment made by players according to the blueprint can be used in the dungeon for a short period of time if certain conditions are met. ]

Note: Blueprints are consumables and will disappear after use. The projection function is a paid function, so please use it with caution.

Hiss~ kind of interesting.

He Chi rubbed his chin. If he had a P-47 fighter plane to protect him in the copy, he would be much safer.

But after a little thought, He Chi put the drawing down in disappointment.

Large equipment like airplanes, whether new or old models, require an entire production line to complete, and the workpiece standards during World War II should be very different from those now.

Obviously, it is impossible to copy a P-47 fighter with only the blueprints.

After all, it was still a useless item. He Chi rolled up the drawing in disappointment.

Another sound came out from the paper tube. He Chi looked carefully again and found that there was a smaller drawing sandwiched in the blueprint of P-47.

He Chi's eyes lit up.

[Blueprints collected by Belia (Bazooka)]
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The next morning, a Ford Mustang stopped at the door of the Blue Eyed Baby Dance Club, and He Chi got out of the car holding a roll of something.

"Sorry, sir, this place is not open yet." The black bodyguard at the door reached out to stop him.

"I have something to ask your boss."

"Sorry, the boss is not here now." The black man seemed alert.

"Let him in, he's the boss's guest." A woman's voice came from inside the house, and Sandra, a Mexican dancer in casual clothes, walked out. A cup of instant coffee was placed on the table in the reception room, and Sandra waved away the others.

"It's been almost a year, and this is the first time you've come to me on your own initiative. I thought you were determined to become a Boy Scout instructor." Sandra crossed her legs at the opposite side, and her tight thighs formed a graceful arc.

"I'm a college assistant teacher, and I have nothing to do with the Boy Scouts." He Chi didn't want to argue with the other party, so he asked, "Is your boss here?"

"Do you think my boss is as idle as you? He has business to take care of. He's very busy."

"Oh, I see." Hechi touched his pocket and took out a check, shaking it in his hand. "For the batch of Mexican containers that were intercepted at the dock last time, your boss helped to make a set of customs declarations. The police department asked me to deliver this thing to you."

"Since he is not here, let's talk about it next time." After saying that, Hechi stood up and prepared to leave.

With a click, the secret door in the room opened, and "lawyer" James Pierce walked straight into the room.

"Hey, sweetheart, didn't I tell you? He is our important partner and client. You must tell me the first time you come here." James Pierce pretended to complain to Sandra and sat opposite He Chi without blushing.

"Are you not busy anymore?" He Chi held the check in his hand.

"It's just a small business, and it's been done. Besides, you have always been treated as a VIP here, and you can cut in line." Pierce shrugged, picked up the check and shook it gently.

The check made a pleasant sound when it was shaken.

"Oh? I am treated as a VIP?" He looked at the instant coffee in front of him, then glanced at the conversation timer on the desk which was used to calculate the cost.

With a swish, the timer flew directly into the trash can behind him. James Pierce crossed his legs again and said, "Come on, my dearest He, is there anything I can help you with?"

"I want to know if you have channels to assemble weapons." He Chi went straight to the point.

Pierce gave him a strange look. "He, I remember you have some good stuff. You don't need to update your equipment, right?"

"It's not a gun, but..." He Chi uttered the word "boom"

Pierce thought for a moment and then said, "Well, if it's just a small-caliber thing, I do have some channels with the National Guard. After all, this is California."

But he immediately added, "He, I have to remind you that although we are a loose organization, we still have some rules. None of us want to hear an explosion without being informed."

"Of course, sir, I don't intend to cause any trouble. Just think of me as simply afraid of lack of firepower." He Chi quickly made the assurance.

He Chi then continued, "Also, I have another idea. If I am a crazy fan of World War II weapons, it wouldn't be too much for me to collect some old weapons and equipment on a daily basis, right?"

Pierce nodded. "Of course, in fact, there are many people who do this, and there is even a professional and large industry chain."

"So it's normal for me to like a certain style of bazooka and put a few antiques at home?" He Chi asked further.

"Wait a moment." Pierce turned around, took out a large document from the cabinet, opened a page, and pointed at it. "As long as the key fuses and triggering devices are removed, and a certain degree of disassembly is carried out, and sufficient reporting is made, this behavior is completely legal."

"I have a friend who is good at this kind of work. The disassembly work is actually very simple. Most of the individual equipment from World War II can be dismantled to a standard state in about three minutes."

Pierce then smiled strangely

"Of course, it takes about the same amount of time to put it back together again."

(End of this chapter)