He Zhichu didn't move at all. He remained in a lazy position, leaning into the couch, left elbow propped on the armrest and holding his head up on his hand. The fingers on his right hand casually tapped his thigh, his sultry, shimmery eyes slightly angled upwards and carrying a shocking air of allure. However, his voice was colder than ice as he looked at Gu Nianzhi. "Just a little toy from the United States Army Research Laboratory. It's not worth mentioning."
Ye Xuan didn't know much about firearms, but it being an advanced US prototype was the only possible explanation. Most of the world's most-powerful weapons came from US defense programs. Even the internet—which was now an indispensable part of people's lives—began as a military communication network. Thus He Zhichu's explanation made perfect sense to him and he nodded earnestly. "That thing was so powerful. It must've been very expensive to produce."
