Pirates are born to be king

A humanoid gun factory.Mobile terminal m..

The scene envisioned by Lane is exactly what Valpo is working toward.

But there is obviously still a long way to catch up to this goal. If the most improved thing when brewing wine was the condensation and synthesis of the ability to swallow fruits, then the requirements for precision and batch manufacturing of self-made bullets have reached a new level. Almost harsh.

His Majesty the King does not know how the technology in the One Piece world has developed. When Luffy went to sea 8 years later, revolvers and corresponding bullets were not popular.

Most of the navy still holds outdated long-barreled muskets to resist endless pirates. On the other hand, a team of scientists with a brain that is 500 years ahead of this world has created pacifists, an unscientific product of science.

This strong contrast made Valpo's confidence in his fruit ability drop.

In the manufacture of bullets, the tolerance for error is much smaller than a hair.

The various manufacturing materials that filled the entire arsenal were consumed rapidly. For three days, except for necessary government affairs and rest, Valpo did not stop talking. When the entire kingdom's bullets were consumed, nearly three-tenths of them were consumed. , the former gun master has completely changed his views.

He looked excited and a little crazy, looking at Valpo as if he was looking at a magic lantern for wishing, as if he could conjure the firearm he dreamed of by providing him with some junk.

So far, the manufacturing of bullets has been perfected. If it were not identified with Ryan's expert eyes, it could even be said to have been successful, but for him, those slight imperfections are even more intolerable.

It's like a patient with obsessive-compulsive disorder who sees that a piece of the puzzle is missing from the neat graphics. The heart-breaking feeling is simply crazy.

At this moment, the bullet's final flaw was being told in detail by him.

"Your Majesty, keep insisting, this time it's better, but the metal wall of the bullet is still a little unbalanced, and the metal of the bullet case is a bit soft and thin. You can adjust the copper-clad steel appropriately. Of course, I will also send in some other Metal, your majesty can adjust the new alloy based on feeling, and there may be better changes." Half-coaxed and half-stuffed, Ryan 'fed' another steel ingot into Valpo's mouth, then waved his hand and asked the King of Guards on the side to give it to him. Gunpowder, on the other hand, was like a big boy preparing to watch a magic show, squatting on the ground without any image, waiting for the next scene.

"Humph! This is the last time! I need to rest, I need to rest! I am not a machine!" Valpo's words had a faint metallic sound, and a rust-like taste came from his mouth.

Continuously perfecting bullets, that kind of delicate operation, greatly consumed His Majesty the King's energy. He had the illusion that he had turned into a humanoid machine tool.

"Okay, the last time, the last time." Ryan's voice was without sincerity. This was the sixth time he had replied like this.

"Hmph!" Valpo glared at him and said nothing. Most of the royal guards beside him looked at their Majesty the King with reverence.

No one in the Drum Kingdom can force their king to do something he doesn't want to do. The reason why the sixth 'last time' is being carried out at this moment is simply because His Majesty the King himself wants to do this. They know the reason and know the reason. For whom, they just stood upright and stood there silently, scanning all suspicious things around them with sharp eyes.

The gunpowder was inhaled and the Tuntun factory was activated.

I don’t know if it was an illusion, but the Tuntun Factory flashed a metallic luster in the setting sun.

White smoke floated out from the chimney above his head as usual. Like a skilled craftsman, Valbo began to polish the metals in his body one by one, assemble them, and fill them with gunpowder. Then he more carefully calibrated the gaps at the links of each component, a few tenths, or even Precise operations of a few tenths of a millimeter are being carried out in His Majesty the King's gun factory. The obsolete old bullets, or even just round particles of 'lead mass impurities', are being reborn and given a new life.

soon,

The door to the belly factory opened, and Ryan stood up at the same time, standing directly next to the crawler tracks to inspect the freshly fired bullets.

From time to time, the tracks are mixed with a few big pieces, which are extra scrap alloys. They are mainly silver-white lead ingots, accompanied by a few slightly purple copper ingots.

The by-products of these 'evolution' bullets were collected in the corner by King Wei's army.

Ryan was already holding a few bullets, his eyes were shining, and he murmured, "It's this... it's this! What a beautiful color, what a smooth touch, the cold temperature, the smooth body, why, why only now... "

He suddenly fell silent again, and the few fingers that could still move firmly grasped the bullet. His whole body trembled, and it took him a long time to recover.

Ryan acted as if nothing had happened.

He said to His Majesty the King, "Your Majesty, it was successful. This is simply a perfect masterpiece."

After three days and countless resources spent, we finally had our first success.

But Zeng Jin, an expert with guns, had a forced smile on his face, without any joy at all.

"Ah, yes, we finally succeeded." Valpo took a deep look at Ryan, and he understood the other person's sudden mood.

A gunman encounters the latest bullets, and may even have the opportunity to encounter the most suitable firearm in the near future, but his hands holding the gun are already useless. This kind of punishment...

Valpo moved his lips, but still did not say any words of comfort. If he were a carefree civilian, he might have comforted the other person, but he was a king, and in his kingdom, as a beneficiary of the system, He needs to keep the system functioning.

Ryan had already used gold coins as a reward for assisting in the manufacture of guns, so any other 'favor' could not be given without reason. Even with the medical technology of the Drum Kingdom, it should not be difficult to treat the injury on his hand.

The system is a system, he is invisible, but he is extremely important. As a king, Valpo increasingly understands that he cannot do whatever he wants.

"Huh..., did you finally succeed? I am exhausted." Valpo flexed his muscles and gave instructions, "Jace, I'll leave this place to you. Arrange someone to guard it."

"As your majesty."

"Let's start improving the firearms tomorrow, ah... By the way," he decided to give the other party some help within his ability. "Since Black Steel can get a daily salary, let's also give Ryan a share."

"This..." Jace was stunned, and glanced at the man who was still holding the bullet. He glanced at the man who didn't know why, and asked respectfully, "The same 5000 beli, Your Majesty?"

"correct."

"I understand."

"I am going to rest."

With Valpo leaving, everyone got busy, sorting the materials and scrap ammunition one by one, waiting for the next 'eating'.

Jess patted Ryan on the shoulder,

"Let's accumulate Baileys."

"This...thank you."

"Amputating an arm or a foot is not considered a major operation in the Drum Kingdom, let alone just a finger."

"what?"

"But doctors in our kingdom charge very high fees for patients who are not nationals."

"Ah...?" Ryan seemed to have calmed down at this moment, "Ah! You...you! You mean! My finger, my finger!? Can you still..."

Jess patted him again, meaningfully, "Man, don't worry about your physical injuries, they can all be treated."

'ding, ding',

The bullet in Ryan's hand fell out of nowhere and made two soft noises.

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