ocean-life Chapter 232 Chen Fan Participated in Making Guns
Chapter 232 Chen Fan Participated in Making Guns
Chapter 232 Chen Fan Participated in Making Guns
Everyone was silent, with their heads down, not knowing what they were thinking.
No one expected that a new layman could make such a big wave.
Zheng Yong knew that they were in a bad mood. After all, who could bear it if they were stimulated by someone like Chen Fan?
It seemed as though all their years of hard work had been in vain.
"What are you waiting for? Why don't you go to work? Waiting for Chen Fan to cover all your workload for a year?"
All of a sudden, everyone in the conference room fled.
Several people gathered together in a low voice and said, "What's going on with this Chen Fan? Does he really know nothing?"
The other person also looked suspicious.
After all, Chen Fan's performance was too much beyond their perception.
He whispered: "But he has been in the army before, and he didn't have time to get in touch with these things. Besides, even if he got in touch, how could he learn so quickly in a short period of time?"
In an instant, a strange idea popped up in the minds of several people at the same time.
"You guys say, this Chen Fan shouldn't be an alien, right? I've seen it before. Some people say that aliens can directly read information and store it in their heads. Isn't that the same as"
Before he could finish his sentence, he was interrupted by someone.
Chen Fan walked towards him, holding a stack of materials in his hand, and said while turning over, "Are all of you scientific researchers so imaginative?"
Several people looked at each other in embarrassment, and finally ran away in despair.
The information Chen Fan looked through was the operation information she found from the previous experiment records.
He had never been exposed to DIY experiments before, so he could only borrow some molds that had been developed before.
Chen Fan put the things in his hands on the table, and then began to put the metal blocks in the forging furnace.
Skillfully adjust the temperature on the instrument.
Chen Fan looked at a few metal blocks, which turned into a puddle of liquid in a few seconds.
Then, wearing gloves, he began to add different chemical raw materials.
Watch the color of the metal slowly recede, watch the colors from other chemicals seep into the metal.
After all the steps were completed, Chen Fan poured the liquid into the mold.
Even the tiny screws on the pistol were all completed by Chen Fan himself.
But this process is more time-consuming than imagined.
When Chen Fan finished all the designs, it was already three or three o'clock in the morning.
Chen Fan felt a little tired, but he was too lazy to leave, and fell asleep directly on the chair.
Two hours later, Chen Fan's radar woke him up again.
He immediately weighed all the parts and found that there was no deviation between the data and his own calculations.
I scanned all the dimensions of this part with a machine, and it was exactly the same as what Chen Fan marked on the paper.
He assembled a gun and weighed it with his hands a few times.
Chen Fan nodded: "It feels much better than the previous one."
Afterwards, Chen Fan put two blank bullets in the magazine and tried the feel.
The effect is indeed good, but this kind of test must use real ammunition to see the gap.
But this is an experimental base within a few hundred meters. Where can I find a place where I can shoot.
Just as Chen Fan was frowning, Zheng Yong knocked on the door cheerfully: "I just want to ask, is there anything I can do to help?"
Chen Fan directly raised the gun in his hand and aimed it between his eyebrows.
This move startled Zhong Zhengyong, but he still forced a smile and said: "Xiao Chen is really humorous, is this already done?"
Chen Fan nodded and handed the gun to him: "Can you see the difference?"
Zheng Yong took a magnifying glass and looked at it carefully for a long time: "From the appearance, your sense of design is a bit weak, even a bit rough. In terms of texture, yours is not smooth to the touch and may need to be polished. In addition, this Compare"
He said a lot of things, but none of them hit the point.
Chen Fan interrupted him: "I didn't ask you to look at these, you look at the internal structure, I optimized it according to my design. The highlight of the weapon is the performance, this is not the clothes in the vegetable market, pick and choose to see the appearance. What's the use?"
Chen Fan's words made Zheng Yong a little embarrassed.
His hands are not as precise as Chen Fan's, so he can only use various instruments to detect specific differences.
However, a bunch of data is combined together, and there is no real basis without actual operation.
Chen Fan asked, "Is there a shooting room? Let me show you the difference."
Under the leadership of Zheng Yong, they came to an underground room.
The room was dark and the surrounding walls were soundproofed.
The longest range is only 300 meters.
This made Chen Fan frowned, he was not satisfied with this distance.
Zheng Yong turned on the light and took a remote control in his hand, ready to teach Chen Fan how to adjust these equipments.
But Chen Fan took it over and adjusted to a distance of 300 meters without saying a word.
He said: "At this short distance, there is no deviation at all. The stability of your failed product is not enough, and it cannot be reflected in such a short distance. This is why it is full of loopholes on the battlefield. Many times, more than More problems can be seen at 500 meters."
Chen Fan shook his neck, when the mobile dial was not accurately fixed at the adjusted position.
Chen Fan hit the bullseye with one shot.
Zheng Yong's glasses were stuck on the bridge of his nose, his eyes widened in shock.
If he read it right just now, the position of the hole grab should be the middle of the center of the circle.
How did Chen Fan do it?
Then Chen Fan continued.
"It's very simple. I can shoot at such a short distance even with my eyes closed. It has nothing to do with the gun itself. If it is to test the performance of the gun, it needs to be at least 500 meters away. The farther the better."
Zheng Yong looked at him meaningfully and said: "Okay, I will take you to another shooting range now. I will bring two staff members to record every data."
Later, Zheng Yong put away both guns.
Half an hour later, the driving car circled for a long time.
It seems to have reached the suburbs.
Then the car drove into a military base, and the soldiers at the gate glanced at Zheng Yong's ID card and verified the identity information of everyone in the car.
Seeing Chen Fan's ID, he seemed to be taken aback for a moment, and secretly glanced at Chen Fan.
He said: "Okay, you go in, there are already people waiting for you inside."
Until the car disappeared around the corner, he was still thinking about Chen Fan he just saw.
The person next to him asked him: "What are you thinking? Don't be distracted."
He shook his head and asked in confusion: "That person was also named Chen Fan just now, could he be the same person as the Chen Fan we knew?"
The person next to him said mockingly: "Are you kidding? It can't be the same person. They are responsible for weapons research and development, so there is a huge difference."
(End of this chapter)