The Most Powerful Brain in the Interstellar Space

Chapter 220 Hands and Feet
There are a total of 129 guns here. Jiang Hui doesn't know why he's so bored. Watching the other party's movements, he can't help but count them one by one.

Huan Xian didn't say anything while he was doing his thing, and Jiang Hui and Zhou Xiuwen trusted him and didn't rush to ask him anything while he was busy. Seeing that his movements were getting faster and faster, the two even started to stand around and help by handing him guns.

"That's all?" The other person seemed to still have some unsatisfaction.

"They're all here. What did you do to them?" Seeing that everyone was finally free, Jiang Hui couldn't help but ask.

"It's nothing, I just made a few minor modifications to their interiors, just to leave everyone a little gift." Huan Xian's expression seemed to lighten slightly, as if he had just played a very enjoyable game.

Although Jiang Hui had already made some guesses, hearing it from the other party's own mouth was a different story.

"You tampered with these guns?!" Zhou Xiuwen's eyes widened slightly, seemingly surprised.

“…Yes.” Huan Xian’s lips stiffened for a moment, then he forced a slightly deliberate and unnatural smile.

"How did you do that? Just a swipe?" After receiving confirmation, Zhou Xiuwen was stunned for a moment, then seemed to instantly become excited, repeatedly asking, "That's so cool! What's the principle behind it? Could you teach me sometime, blah blah blah..."

Huan Xian seemed taken aback by the other party's overly intense and enthusiastic reaction, and was somewhat unable to recover. He looked at Zhou Xiuwen for a long time without saying anything, but then seemed to gradually relax and said calmly, "There shouldn't be any problem. I can assure you that each one has been taken care of. Even if the degree varies, we will definitely see the results at some point in the future when they are used."

That's really impressive, isn't it?! But isn't your attitude a bit too dismissive? Be more confident, my friend!

Jiang Hui was also dumbfounded, but she was simply surprised and didn't think too much about it.

Then, as if she had thought of something, she couldn't help but say with some worry, "Then... what if we accidentally pick up these guns in the future?" Wouldn't we be reaping what we sowed?

Although they had each chosen their preferred firearms and kept enough spares, who knows what the future holds? So this is something that still needs to be considered.

“That’s true—” Huan Xian said thoughtfully, “From now on, if you find any firearms, don’t keep them for yourself. Let me see them first.” He can tell if there’s a problem just by touching them.

As they said this, the other party asked them to take out the guns they had just selected, as well as the old guns they had kept. They checked each one for them and only returned them to their respective owners after confirming that everything was correct.

Throughout the entire process, the three cooperated exceptionally well, trusting each other completely and without arousing any suspicion.

Something seemed to have been quietly filled into a terrible, empty space in Huan Xian's heart. Although it was still very faint and insignificant, almost negligible compared to his barren heart, it was real and undeniable.

The time he spent experimenting was terribly empty, with nothing worth remembering or being happy about.

The only thing that made Huan Xian feel a little different was the daily fixed lectures. Although most of the knowledge and practice was quite boring, it was still much richer than just four empty walls.

This knowledge about firearms was the only thing his lab instructor had left him, who had disappeared after the lab was destroyed. Looking back, he realized the instructor had actually treated him quite well. Therefore, seeing these firearms today made him itch to use them, and it was a good opportunity to deal with these troublesome little gadgets.

But after he acted, he felt regret—he regretted his impulsive actions.

Huan Xian knew that he was different from others. This became increasingly clear as he returned to normal human society after leaving the laboratory.

He also knew that even if he lived in a normal environment for the rest of his life, he would never be the same as an ordinary person again.

The rejection he faced upon arriving at this school was merely a minor aspect of his life, and it also served to confirm that he was a freak, a freak who was not accepted by others.

Huan Xian didn't want to show this side of himself too much to his two teammates, at least not now—after he sensed something different about them that he couldn't quite put his finger on.

Huan Xian was a specially trained tool of war, and his thinking naturally deviated from the educational concepts followed by ordinary people. He was more intolerant than anyone else of actions that "aided the enemy." If these weapons were to be left to others, not only would Jiang Hui be unable to tolerate it, but he would be even more unable to tolerate it.

Before encountering Jiang Hui, he was even more ruthless and thorough with the enemies he faced.

Therefore, Huan Xian acted this way without thinking, without considering the opinions of the other two. Would they be ashamed of his unscrupulous behavior?

Huan Xian didn't know, and had no way of knowing. But he thought... he was probably truly afraid. No matter how lenient the two had been with him before, seeing his teammate use such extreme methods, he must have felt a bit awkward inside. He could understand.

Huan Xian hadn't expected the two to accept it so quickly, and they even seemed to approve of his behavior... Was it because times had changed? Or was this the style of the younger generation now, seemingly a bit sly and mischievous?

Jiang Hui had no idea that her good teammates were currently categorizing her as a 'sly and cunning' type of person, while simultaneously marveling at how her two teammates were both incredibly capable and unassuming.

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"Speaking of which, don't you guys have a feeling that something's not quite right?" The boy with two very noticeable thick eyebrows frowned, but couldn't help looking around suspiciously. In the end, he couldn't find anything and had to give up reluctantly.

"You've said it so many times, and the supply point said the same thing, which made us suspicious for a long time. But in the end, we still found nothing." The handsome young man on the far left frowned and interrupted the other person, seemingly a little impatient, "Besides, it was just you who felt it; the three of us didn't feel anything at all."

"Alright, alright, stop arguing. Are you all trying to make sure everyone knows there are people here? Why don't you make a bigger scene?" The person in the middle finally frowned and reprimanded them.

He seemed to be taking a neutral stance, but the other person immediately changed the subject: "However... Kent, you've said this at least five times, but it's always just empty talk. I really hope there won't be a next time."

(End of this chapter)