Siheyuan: At the beginning, I can integrate everything!

The doors and windows of the classified laboratory were covered with thick black cloth.

Not only was there a stove burning inside, but the small induction crucible in the very center was also radiating intense heat.

It was so hot that people's cheeks felt burning.

Chen Bing stood by the door like a javelin, his right hand always resting on the holster at his waist.

His hawk-like eyes vigilantly scanned every possible hiding place.

Ever since this laboratory was marked "Top Secret".

The burden on Chen Bing's shoulders was as heavy as a mountain, so much so that he slept with one eye open.

Zhang Huaimin stood in front of the crucible.

He was wearing a specially made anti-static small-sized work uniform, which was made overnight by the best old tailor in the factory, specially commissioned by Director Yang.

He stood on a wooden stool, his little face glowing red in the firelight.

Those large, clear black and white eyes were fixed on the molten steel boiling in the crucible.

Gumbling.

The orange-red molten steel resembled a pot of viscous lava, occasionally bursting into a dazzling bubble.

Under these rudimentary conditions, without electron microscopes or precise mixing instruments.

The goal is to create a revolutionary alloy out of thin air.

To the average person, it's no different from a madman's dream.

But Zhang Huaimin's eyes revealed a transcendence and confidence that were completely incongruous with his age.

"The time is almost right."

Zhang Huaimin silently recited a sentence in his mind, and his consciousness instantly sank into the deep sea.

A translucent blue virtual panel unfolds on the retina.

[Redeem: Nano-carbon polymer alloy bulletproof formula!]

[Ding! 1000 Shock Points consumed, exchange successful.]

[Should we merge the target immediately?]

"Merge!"

Zhang Huaimin stretched out his small hand, which was covered by a thick asbestos glove.

He pointed lightly at the pot of molten steel from mid-air.

Om-!

A faint, dark blue light, visible only to Zhang Huaimin, burst forth from his fingertips.

It shot into that ball of orange-red, high-temperature molten metal in an instant!

This light carries a molecular recombination sequence from a future high-dimensional civilization.

There was no earth-shattering explosion, nor any blinding lightning.

But the molten steel in the crucible underwent a bizarre change that was visible to the naked eye in an instant!

The originally turbulent orange-red liquid.

As if frozen in place, they suddenly became extremely calm.

The color also quickly darkened from a glaring bright red.

It turned into a deep, dark gold that seemed to devour light!

Inside this dark golden liquid.

Countless carbon molecules are being forcibly broken and stripped away, then arranged in a perfect hexagonal nano-honeycomb structure.

Together with the seemingly ordinary scrap metal elements that Zhang Huaimin had just added, they were tightly woven and locked together!

"Brother Chen, time for the mold!"

Zhang Huaimin gave a low shout, his voice crisp yet carrying an unquestionable tone of command.

Chen Bing dared not delay and immediately stepped forward.

He put on thick protective gloves and skillfully operated the crucible's tilting handle.

That strange, dark golden molten steel.

Following the guide channel, it slowly and without impurities flowed into the prepared flat mold next to it.

"Sizzle—"

A wisp of smoke rose.

Zhang Huaimin did not use any modern cold water cooling equipment.

He stood next to the mold.

With her "absolute constant temperature constitution" activated, her delicate white hand gently brushed across the mold through the air.

He used his terrifying perception and control over temperature.

It guides the surrounding air at a specific frequency and temperature difference.

This steel plate is undergoing the most perfect natural annealing.

Ten minutes later.

As the smoke dissipated, the metal inside the mold completely cooled and solidified.

Zhang Huaimin picked up the iron pliers beside him and opened the mold.

With a loud "clang".

A rectangular steel plate, about half a meter long and thirty centimeters wide, fell onto the worktable.

Chen Bing stepped forward, took one look, and froze.

"Huaimin...is...that's it?"

Chen Bing's tone carried obvious doubt and a hint of undisguised disappointment.

It's no wonder he thinks that way.

The steel plate in front of us is really inconspicuous.

Its color is a dull, dark blue, without any metallic luster, and it looks like a piece of rusty scrap iron.

What Chen Bing found even more incredible was its thickness!

薄！

It's too thin!

Chen Bing gestured with his fingers, indicating that the thickness of the steel plate was definitely no more than three millimeters!

It's about the same thickness as a regular piece of plywood.

"Huaimin, I know you're smart, but this thing..."

Chen Bing scratched his head, seemingly wanting to say something but then stopping himself.

"If you were to say this was used to make a tin basin, I'd think it was too thin; it would leak as soon as it was heated."

"You said you wanted to make something bulletproof, just this three-millimeter-thick sheet metal?"

"Don't even mention our army's Type 56 semi-automatic rifle; even a homemade firearm used for hunting birds in the countryside could be pierced through with a single shot!"

Although Chen Bing is not a scientist, he is at least a top soldier from the special forces.

His knowledge of firearms and armor came from real-world experience with bullets.

How thick are the steel plates on an armored vehicle? They're measured in centimeters!

This thing is only three millimeters thick, and you think it can stop bullets? That's ridiculous.

Zhang Huaimin did not refute; he simply smiled.

He knew that bridging the technological gap across eras couldn't be explained with mere words.

"Brother Chen, pick it up and weigh it in your hand first."

Zhang Huaimin pointed to the steel plate on the worktable.

Chen Bing stretched out a hand, half believing and half doubting, ready to grab the steel plate.

In his opinion, such a large piece of iron, even if it is only three millimeters thick, must weigh at least seven or eight kilograms.

result.

As soon as he exerted force, his hand suddenly jerked upwards.

"Oh my god!"

Chen Bing almost strained his back.

He stared wide-eyed at the dark blue steel plate he held lightly in his hand.

light!

It was so light it was almost unbelievable!

This half-meter-long steel plate felt like it weighed less than three pounds in his hands!

It's no different from taking a slightly harder piece of plastic!

"What...what kind of material is this?!"

Chen Bing's expression changed.

Although he was a rough man, he keenly sensed the unusual nature of the metal.

Lighter than wood, yet with the texture of metal.

This completely contradicts the common sense about physics he had learned in the first half of his life!

Zhang Huaimin slowly and methodically took off his anti-static work clothes.

He took the steel plate, bent his finger, and flicked it lightly.

"when--"

Instead of the dull echo of steel, it produced a crisp sound like jade striking each other.

"This is called 'nano-carbon polymer composite armor'."

Zhang Huaimin casually uttered this term, which was practically an alien language in this era.

He looked at Chen Bing's shocked face and a confident smile appeared on his lips.

"Don't be fooled by its small size of only three millimeters; it weighs less than one-fifth of ordinary steel."

"But within its molecular structure, even the kinetic energy of an armor-piercing projectile will be instantly dispersed and absorbed."

Zhang Huaimin stuffed the steel plate into Chen Bing's arms.

"Brother Chen, words alone are useless."

"Take your sidearm, and the most powerful weapon you can find."

"Let's go to the military region's live-fire range now."

"Go test it and see if it can withstand bullets."