Let You Make a Pocket Pistol and Rub Your Electromagnetic Gun with Your Hands

After graduating from the military academy, Gou Shen was thrown into the 749 courtyard to twist screws, oh no, to make pistols. Colleagues either made the "Silver Fox" small steel cannon or spelled out the "Hummingbird" Transformers. Gou Shen looked at the thick, black iron lump in his hand and fell into deep thought: Leaders should be "portable, concealable, and capable of knocking down people." My electromagnetic pulse pistol is portable (350 grams), concealable (silent and fireless), and capable of knocking down (one shot can make a car rise into the sky on the spot)... It should be considered to be up to standard, right? Commander Yang looked at the smoking Volkswagen, his face darker than the car: "I asked you to make a pistol, and you made a father?" Kang Ju was ecstatic: "Three hundred thousand? That's cheap! Bring me a truck first!" Gou Shen: Don't ask, it's because the military industry points are not enough, otherwise in the next chapter I will take out the individual soldier armor to open your eyes.