Su Mo knew that Future wasn't interested in anything other than technology.
There was no need for any frills in dealing with her; satisfying her curiosity was most important.
Su Mo pointed inside the room and said, "You can pick a room for yourself first. The basent is still empty. I plan to set it up as a laboratory. Tell what instrunts you need, and I'll buy them."
At the ntion of instrunts, Future got excited, put down her mouse cage, and started counting on her fingers: "Laser confocal, transmission electron microscope, flow cytoter, and..."
Su Mo indicated to stop and said irritably, "Those are all high-end precision instrunts costing millions; I can't afford them now. Just pick a basic set for now."
"Uh, alright..." Future continued counting on her fingers and nad another set of instrunts.
This set of instrunts was truly basic, rudintary to the extre, yet it still cost Su Mo over a million, which he had painstakingly earned.
No way around it, that's how it is in the field of technology; everything costs money.
As they say, you can't skimp on technology even if you're poor. It's worth selling off everything to do research and developnt.
The laboratory was still in its infancy, and to recreate the hardware conditions Future had at the Royal Academy, it would take quite so ti, so she had to "make do" for now.
After spending a few days purchasing supplies and arranging the basent, a rudintary laboratory began to take shape.
"Blood blood blood blood blood!" Future exclaid like a famished little vampire, running over with blood collection instrunts in her hands.
Su Mo cooperated to draw blood, and Future eagerly took a drop, made it into a blood sar, and looked at it under a microscope.
Su Mo placed the Handicapped Treasure on the table, extracted the bullets inside, and said, "Future, you can research in your spare ti however you want, but the primary task is to study the bullets of this gun and make them mass-producible."
The Handicapped Treasure didn't use regular bullets.
Regular bullets don't curve.
These tracking bullets were made with cutting-edge technology of the old era, with no current technical templates available, and couldn't be bought even on the black market.
When Su Mo previously eliminated the Red Blade Association, he used a large number of bullets and was left with only twelve.
If mass production couldn't be achieved, the gun would be just a brick once the bullets ran out.
The imdiate priority was for Future to research and master the manufacturing technology of these tracking bullets.
Having obtained Su Mo's blood sample, Future was preoccupied with the mysterious dual blood code phenonon.
Glancing at the Handicapped Treasure on the table, she said carelessly, "What's hard about making bullets? With a lathe, just bring the raw materials, and I can make as many as you need."
Su Mo shook his head: "These aren't ordinary bullets. Just take them apart and study them, and you'll understand."
Eager to study the blood sample, Future replied perfunctorily, "Got it, got it. Just leave it there."
The Handicapped Treasure suddenly yelled, "Hey, Panda! What's so interesting about his blood? Co look at my big bullets!"
Startled, Future shuddered, "Whoa! What's up with this gun? It can talk?"
Su Mo shrugged, "Interesting, isn't it~"
Cautiously, Future walked over and poked the Handicapped Treasure with her finger.
The Handicapped Treasure said, "Touch once, and it's a bottle of gun oil. You touched twice, and now you owe two bottles."
Future showed a delighted smile: "It can even joke! This isn't a rigid chanical program... It's an intelligent digital persona, a very advanced technology! How fascinating!"
Su Mo knew that Future wouldn't slack off on this matter.
Both the structure of the Handicapped Treasure itself and its tracking bullets were unprecedented.
Once Future disassembled and researched it, she would undoubtedly be captivated.
At that point, Su Mo wouldn't have to worry about the research progress; he'd just need to ensure Future didn't overwork herself and collapse.
Su Mo patted Future's head: "Take your ti researching here. Strive to master the bullet production technology early. Let know if you need anything."
He left the laboratory to find KK.
Su Mo asked, "How's the matter with Ou Chenyu going? Did you find out anything?"
KK shook his head: "Not yet... Over the past few days, I've contacted so acquaintances on the fringes, and there's no thug nad Ou Chenyu in the Ashen Gang. I'm still looking into other channels."
Su Mo patted his shoulder, offering comfort: "No worries, this is progress too. At least we know he's not from the Ashen Gang, which narrows it down a bit."
"Next, we need to do sothing together: register a company. We're going to form a 'rcenary Corps.'"
"Register a company... form a rcenary Corps..." KK, unfamiliar with the rcenary industry, scratched his head and asked, "Is there a connection between the two?"
Su Mo explained, "rcenary isn't a formal social profession; it's just a nickna for people like us who take money to get things done. A rcenary Corps is just a nickna for an organization consisting of rcenaries."
"Theoretically, there's no standard procedure for establishing a rcenary Corps, but generally, they rely on companies to establish them."
KK was puzzled: "Why is that?"
Su Mo continued explaining: "It's simple, because of money."
"Once a rcenary operation grows, commissions increase, and so do the rewards. For dium to large rcenary corps, many rcenaries in the group take commissions simultaneously, and in a day, they might accumulate millions to tens of millions in moon currency for the leader."
"If such large amounts were deposited into a personal account, it would inevitably attract regulatory scrutiny, and withdrawals would beco cumberso. This is when a company is needed to conduct comrcial operations using a public account."
"So, any slightly sizable rcenary Corps will package themselves as a company. For example, New Moon City's largest 'Death Scythe rcenary Corps' presents themselves as 'New Moon City Death Scythe Military Group Co., Ltd.'"
KK quickly understood: "And they're mutually supportive! The company's facade can serve as societal cover for the rcenary corps, and the rcenary corps' strength can aid the company's comrcial developnt, each supporting the other as they grow larger and larger!"
Su Mo smiled with satisfaction: "Smart lad, you've got a quick mind."
KK grew excited: "What do I need to prepare?"
Su Mo: "In a mont, let's head over to the comrce bureau together. Once we're done registering the basic information, you can handle the follow-up."
KK: "Alright."
Su Mo prepared the necessary docunts for registering the company and, before leaving, called down to the basent entrance: "Future, KK and I are going out for a bit. We might be back late tonight. If you're hungry, feel free to check the fridge."
There was no response from the basent.
"Future?" Su Mo curiously walked down.
He saw Future bending over the microscope, holding a Handicapped Treasure bullet, observing intently.
As she observed, she took out optical instrunts for asurents, inputting the data into a computer. The keyboard clattered, and her fingers trembled with overexcited enthusiasm, her eyes filled with excitent and passion.
Clearly, she had discovered the unique aspects of the Handicapped Treasure bullets and was completely engrossed in research, probably oblivious to even an earthquake.
Seeing this, Su Mo smiled knowingly, choosing not to disturb Future.
He rode the motorcycle with KK, heading toward the comrce bureau.
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