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The next second.
A piece of steel, shimmering silver and reflecting the surrounding scenery and people like a mirror, materialized in Chen Fei's hand in no more than three seconds.
When placed on the tabletop, the steel snowflake emitted a heavy thud.
Not far away, Chen Meng stretched her neck with her mouth wide open.
Impressive, my brother!
"How precise can it get?"
The middle-aged man took out a micrometer and a magnifying glass, proceeding to measure the steel snowflake.
"Molecular level!"
Chen Fei had even crafted an AK before; the blueprints the other party brought out posed no difficulty at all.
It's impossible to discern any margin of error with just a micrometer and naked eyes enhanced by a magnifying glass; only by manual effort unless it's the hands of an old eighth-level mechanic from the past days of machining, limited to micrometer precision, that is.
After inspecting for a while, the man switched to a set of tools with even greater precision.
