"Casually smear flexible mini high-explosive bomb?"
Zhang Su quickly summarized the gadget in his hand, then pondered, "Dr. Fu, is the increase in dosage and power proportional?"
This is crucial; don't wait for 0.1 gram to have this power, but 1 gram only blows a small pit on the wooden table. Then this bottle in hand is equivalent to a grenade—not useless, but too weak.
Fu Weijun shrugged helplessly, "Mr. Zhang, I don't want to come back and find the house gone, and have to search for my broken remains in the rubble, so I didn't continue trying. I trust you are more professional in weapons testing."
Arrogance isn't bad, but Zhang Su realized this guy's emotional intelligence isn't low. At least he secretly flatters...
"Let me try! Interested in joining?"
Zhang Su activated the backup energy slot, which is now at 95%. Forget tiredness, I'm feeling great. If I don't test the new weapon, I won't sleep well.
