"If there's none, then let it be," said Officer Ye with a deep sigh, "I am asking too much. It is already rare to have a few items for the technical staff to research, so we should not be greedy for more."
Feng Qingxue understood Officer Ye's feelings, but she was powerless, and her distress spoke loads.
To cope with the apocalypse, indeed, she had stored quite a few pieces of military equipment and survival gear in her space, but unfortunately, there were no specific blueprints or reference materials. Even in the 21st century, with its information explosion, it was impossible to leak national military weapon information, and she was not a military enthusiast, so she hadn't collected such data.
She had gathered some information about agricultural machinery, but farming and the military were two entirely different fields!
"I'm sorry, Officer Ye. I couldn't be of help," Feng Qingxue said, disappointment written all over her face.
