The old things I repaired have become fine

Chapter 433: No one should make Mr. Shen angry! Hurry up and sort out the public security around him!
"Why did Mr. Shen suddenly think of practicing attacking?"

"Have you been threatened recently?"

"Or did someone provoke him?"

"Check, check immediately!"

The director of the Magic City Special Affairs Bureau looked at the target, which was melted, half-melted, stuck on the track, and had to be cut off piece by piece, with a solemn expression.

These targets, as per Shen Le's requirements, are all equipped with metal bulletproof inserts, which are equivalent to the so-called "Level 4 Armor" in the game - please forgive Shen Le for not knowing the professional term.

Even a 7.62mm caliber rifle cannot make a hole in it with one shot; even a 12.7mm anti-material rifle can only tear a hole at most, and there is no way to melt it into an iron lump.

...By the way, is this an incendiary bomb? Napalm or thermite?

The output level of your hand-rubbing incendiary bombs is a little too scary!

At the director's command, the pressure was instantly put on Gu Yulin and the members of the Special Affairs Bureau who, like Gu Yulin, were surrounding Shen Le and paying attention to his and his surroundings' every move.

Soon, all kinds of information were gathered to the director:
"Shen Le has not had any contact with any suspicious persons recently. Yes, we have checked all the practitioners and monsters that appeared in Zhuxi Town, and there are no suspicious persons!"

"Shen Le hasn't encountered any adverse events in his online communications recently..."

"He purchased a large number of ship nails, as well as a smelting furnace and a forging furnace through Mr. You. He is suspected to be trying to forge the ship nails himself..."

Forged Nails...

The director of the Special Affairs Bureau stared at the information and pictures given by his subordinates in silence. All he could say was that Shen Le's hobby was special, very, extremely, and unique...

But well, cultural relics restoration as a profession is already a very niche one, so we don’t mind becoming even more niche.

The director shrugged and gave up expressing his opinion. He watched his subordinates repair the track, re-install the targets, and then watched the targets rise up one by one and be sent down after they melted down.

Look at one, and your cheek twitches. Look again, and your cheek twitches again:
Shen Le's combat effectiveness is increasing very quickly!

At the beginning, he could only hit the target 10 meters away, and would miss the target 20 meters away. When a fireball hit the wall, the sound made the people outside the wall who were paying attention to the movement tremble collectively;
After one round of shooting, he was already able to hit the 20-meter target, 30-meter target, 50-meter target, and in another round, he could hit the -meter target.
In the next two rounds, he quickly became familiar with the moving target. He could hit whatever he pointed at in the 100-meter moving target...

"This output efficiency is too terrifying... Even if he is standing still and outputs, without considering defense and mobility, this output efficiency alone is already as good as a tank..."

"Director, the tank's range is much longer than his." The head of the operations department reminded him weakly. The director rolled his eyes:
"Of course I know. The problem is that the tank's mobility is much worse than his! Can a tank pass through a one-meter-wide road? Can it go upstairs? Oh, by the way, he can also fly, but a tank can't fly..."

Even so, Shen Le was not satisfied. After finishing a round of shooting, he took a deep sleep to let his energy recover naturally. The next day, he started to output at full strength:
Melting 10m target, melting 20m target, melting 50m target;

Melt a small pit, melt half of it, melt all of it, melt two iron plates stacked together, three iron plates, four iron plates;

Try to melt the moving target accurately at one time, and melt multiple iron plates at one time...

The director was horrified by the progress. With this level, Shen Le could easily kill any important facility without relying on the small oil lamp - without carrying the oil lamp itself. Fortunately, Shen Le was a calm person with few negative emotions and no antisocial personality.

As long as you give him a bunch of antiques, he can happily stay in the laboratory for a few years without coming out, and he has no motivation to destroy society...

"By the way, raise the safety level of Zhuxi Town by one level." The director whispered:
"Clean up the streets again and don't let any strange people get in front of him. No matter what, try not to let him make a move!"

Someone immediately trotted to do it. Confucianists use literature to disrupt the law, and knights use force to break the law. Part of the work of the Special Affairs Bureau is to create a better environment for these "knights" so that they will not break the law with force:

When they encounter injustice, unfairness, or things that harm their interests, the interests of their family and friends, they can find someone to help them solve the problem instead of having to roll up their sleeves and do it themselves:

You sit down!

You sit down!

The police will be here soon!

It will be done!
Thank God, Shen Le now has no important family, no girlfriend, and no one he particularly cares about. His teachers are all in the top universities in Beijing and have the ability to protect themselves, so he doesn't have to do it!
Shen Le was unaware of the undercurrents that were surging around him, and he was terrified. He spent two days happily shooting targets at the Special Affairs Bureau training ground, melting a bunch of targets and returning home satisfied.

Return to the mansion and start smelting the nails one by one:
Smelt, forge, and draw back the black gas. Smelt again, forge again...

From one string every ten minutes to one string every minute, and then to a special side-by-side clamp that can produce ten strings in a minute.

Shen Le worked hard for half a month and finally finished all the nails. He sent them to the factory and waved his hand with high spirits:

"Okay! Start assembling!"

Thousands of strands of black hair flowed out. Push the wooden planks up, and drive the nails into the boat one by one, firmly fixing all the wooden components.

All the work was completed, and a complete wooden boat stood majestically on the slipway. Shen Le was extremely alert this time, and he took out the copper sheet at the beginning and waved it threateningly on the rudder:

"Stop thrashing around! Stop shaking! Stop shaking back and forth! If you have any requests, let's communicate properly. Don't try to sail on dry land!"

The copper sheet's deterrent power was indeed good. From the time the wooden boat was assembled until Shen Le left, it was quiet and motionless. It was not until Shen Le slowly walked away that a wisp of black air flew out of it, slowly, slowly, wrapping around Shen Le's ankle:

"So what do you want to say?"

Shen Le squatted down, patted the black air, and wrapped it around his finger. In a moment, his expression changed:
This black gas looked like just a wisp, but when it fell into his hands, it was boundless, like an era rushing towards him.

Shen Le was just in a trance when he was taken from the quiet, clean, and orderly studio to an extremely remote and barren wilderness:
In front of him was a filthy, dirty scene. Shen Le took a step forward and then stopped, looking embarrassed:

Looking far ahead, thick mud covered every inch of land in front of me. In the mud, there were countless weeds, rotten wood, dead chickens and ducks, dead pigs and cows:
This is, after the flood?
There will be a major plague...

(End of this chapter)