I'm back from American comics

Back at the door of Han Tong's house, the door was locked. Net【∞八【∞八【∞Read【∞书，︾o＠

It seemed that Han Tong took what Gu Yi said before going out to heart.

"Han Tong, I'm back." Gu Yi knocked on the door.

The door was opened immediately, and standing behind the door was the little Han Tong. She raised her head slightly, looked at Gu Yi once, and then slowly lowered her head: "Where...have you been?"

"Did something that needed to be done." Gu Yi walked into the house, took out the 125 knives he had snatched from George, and handed it to Han Tong.

"You went to find him?"

Gu Yi: "Yeah."

"Did you hit him?" Han Tong didn't find any signs of injury on Gu Yi's body. At the same time, she knew very well that for people like George, it was completely useless to reason with him.

Then there is only one truth. Gu Yi taught George a lesson and got the money back.

Gu Yi: "Well, I taught you a little lesson. Do you mind? After all, he is your brother."

Will Han Tong mind?

No, she has no feelings at all for her bastard brother.

"But he is not alone. How did you...?"

The only thing that Han Tong couldn't figure out was that Gu Yi was obviously just one person, but there should be two good friends on George's side.

How did Gu Yi manage to get the money back after teaching the other party a lesson without any damage?

"The Chinese in the first protection area are all good at kung fu. What's so difficult about knocking down a few bad boys without any injuries? Isn't this common sense?" Gu Yi said nonchalantly.

Does Han Tong believe this?

Naturally, she didn't believe it. Han Tong herself was half-Chinese and had grown up in the First Protected Area when she was a child.

The Chinese in the first protection area are all kung fu masters. This is completely a big rumor on Blue Star, okay?

However, it is true that most Chinese primary and secondary school students have been practicing acupuncture since childhood, such as rubbing Tianying acupoint, squeezing Jingming acupoint, massaging Sibai acupoint, pressing temple chakras and scraping eye sockets, etc. 5∞eight 5∞eight 5∞ read 5∞ books, ←o≈

Regardless of whether he believed it or not, Gu Yi didn't explain what happened, and Han Tong didn't intend to ask further questions.

Gu Yi walked to the living room. There were two boxes of chicken and rice beside the single sofa. One box had not even been opened, and the other box had not even been touched with chopsticks.

Both boxes of food were already cold.

"It seems that I failed to pay tribute to Master Guan by warming the wine and killing Hua Xiong." Gu Yi picked up the two portions of rice and walked into the kitchen. "Is your kitchen still usable? I'll heat up the chicken and rice. Let’s take a moment and then have dinner together.”

"Oh." Han Tong leaned against the door, slumped his little body, glanced deeply at Gu Yi's back, and added in a small, inaudible voice——

"Thank you."

...

"Han Tong, can you help me get 1L each of adipoyl chloride and hexamethylenediamine? By the way, I can get two more small ink cartridges, eighty pieces of shrapnel, and... I'll just make a list for you, can you help me? Do you want to buy the things above?"

"oh."

...

"Han Tong, do you still have your micro qie tg detector and locator? Do you have the wei xg she xiang machine? By the way, can you get me four small lift fans?"

"oh."

...

Today is Gu Yi's 12th day staying at Han Tong's house.

In Han Tong's basement, a recliner was placed at Gu Yi's request.

During these nearly half a month, except for going upstairs to have a meal with Han Tong at mealtimes and occasionally using the bathroom upstairs, Gu Yi spent the rest of his time in the small underground workshop.

Han Tong, on the other hand, was completely indulgent towards Gu Yi. For half a month, she had been staying upstairs, either watching TV series or typing out coding scripts with her notebook.

Oh, and also, she spent a lot of time collecting and purchasing various materials that Gu Yi wanted.

After twelve days of this, Gu Yi gained a lot in terms of equipment.

First, he made the remaining 14 hand cannons according to the pattern of the first disposable hand cannon.

These fourteen hand cannons can support Gu Yi to turn into a powerful human mobile turret in a short period of time.

Secondly, Gu Yi also created two spider silk injector devices. The structure was based on the first generation injector made by Peter Pat himself {because this one was the simplest to manufacture}.

Of course, Gu Yi also made some small adjustments in some details of the design drawings. Through his little DIY, the stability and smoothness of use of these two spider silk jets have been slightly improved. Enhance.

The starting method of the spider silk jet retains Spider-Man's unique and classic "very 61" gesture. Switch the palm of the hand, bend down the middle finger and ring finger, and quickly double-click the switch to start.

This setting can effectively prevent Gu Yi from triggering the injector when clenching his fist or using a disposable hand cannon.

Finally, Gu Yi also made a relatively simple micro-drone.

The micro qie tg device, micro positioning device, and wei xg she xiang machine produced by Han Tong were used as the main functional components, and four micro lift fans were used to build the wind wing.

When drawing the drawings, I also referred to the drone design concept of Stark Industries, which is experienced in drone manufacturing.

To put it simply, the micro-drone Gu Yi made was the first suit given to Spider-Man by Iron Man, a low-end version of the spider-shaped micro-drone on the chest.

However, Gu Yi believes that in the future, as long as he has the conditions, he can improve and upgrade this micro drone, equip it with more functional components, and then connect it to the mature and perfect AI Galaxy that has learned by itself.

Compared with that spider-type micro drone, it's not much worse.

Finally, to summarize the results, Gu Yi now has——

Fourteen rounds of disposable hand cannons, two spider silk jets, a sufficient amount of "spider silk" slime, and a micro drone.

"It still feels like it's not enough." Gu Yi shook his head gently.

For Gu Yi, equipment is his own strength, and he will never think his strength is too great.

Gu Yi's eyes fell on the workbench, where several sets of drawings were scattered.

Drawing equipment blueprints is another thing Gu Yi does these days besides making equipment.

The drawings on the workbench include: Whiplash’s first-generation electric shock whip suit, Iron Man’s Mark 3 armor, Falcon’s flying wing red wing suit...

Gu Yi's eyes kept wandering over these equipments.

The whip cord set is easy to make, and the electric whip is pretty powerful.

However, if it is used against the low-end Desperate Virus...e, with Gu Yi's whip-wielding skills, it is hard to say whether it can cause effective damage to the opponent.

The Mark 3 armor has both offensive and defensive capabilities and is an ideal piece of equipment.

But the problem is that the manufacturing process of this equipment is too hard-core. Judging from the hardware conditions of Hantong's small workshop, even if many places are simplified and modified and the configuration is reduced, it still cannot be produced.

And the simplification cannot be overdone. Simplifying it into Mark 1 would be meaningless...

The Falcon's flying wing suit has high maneuverability, but is very weak in terms of output.

The maneuverability and flying ability are very practical for Gu Yi at present.

First, it can be used for offense, air strikes and so on.

Secondly, if you really can't beat him, you can also use it to escape. Spread your wings and leave a message: "You are stupid, I can fly!"

Very nice.

As for firepower, Gu Yi is not particularly lacking. The firepower of fourteen disposable hand cannons is quite large.

In addition, there are spider silk jets and micro drones, which can assist in combat operations on the battlefield.

As long as it is used properly, Gu Yi's body functions are far beyond those of ordinary people, and he has no need to worry about having no means of output.

"Bird costume...it's up to you!" 11