Chapter 50 (Chapter 50 (100,000 Nutrient Solution Plus Update...)

Guardian Xiaolin was carried to the military hospital on a stretcher.

He was shot in the left shoulder, and his right wrist didn't seem to have any injuries on the surface, but the impact of the bullet was so great that the pain was still very obvious.

In front of so many people, Xiaolin said nothing.

He waited until he returned to the ward after the examination. As long as Mr. Wu was inside and the other soldiers who were protecting Mr. Wu were outside, he took out the wrist guard that he had been hiding since just now with great pain.

"Please ask someone to check its material."

Mr. Wu was not stupid. When Xiaolin said this, he immediately reacted:

"You mean this wrist guard that Song Yao gave you...?"

Xiaolin nodded: "I am very sure that at that distance, and with the type of gun used by spies, even the thickness of my hand can pass through, but this wrist guard stopped it."

And the doctor also said that his wrist was indeed hit by a lot of impact and needed to be repaired, but there was no fracture, and even now his hand can still move.

What does this mean? It means that this wrist guard not only stopped the bullet, but also shared part of the impact of the bullet.

Zhongzhou currently has a small number of troops equipped with bulletproof vests, but the effect is not very good.

Even if bulletproof vests prevent bullets from entering the body, the human body will still suffer from the huge impact force from the bullets, and internal injuries are not just talk.

Bulletproof vests are expensive, and Zhongzhou is short of funds. It is already very difficult to squeeze out some to equip some troops.

The good news is that other countries are similar. Country A, which has the best bulletproof vest effect, cannot prevent the occurrence of internal injuries.

But Xiaolin is very sure that this wristband shares most of the impact force from bullets.

He is still wearing bandages, but his eyes are shining: "If this material can be mass-produced and used in the army..."

Old Wu understood what he meant and clenched the wristband in his hand: "I will take people to experiment immediately."

"Student Song Yao..."

He hesitated: "This time is different from the last time. These spies are getting more and more rampant. They can even get into the laboratory. Regarding the safety of student Song Yao, I have to report it to the higher-ups."

Xiaolin thought so too, otherwise he would not have waited until only Old Wu was left in the room to say this.

He said: "I didn't tell anyone that the wristband was given by classmate Song Yao, so others should not be able to find out. Those people are getting more and more crazy. My suggestion is to ensure the safety of classmate Song Yao first."

Old Wu nodded.

He sighed again with hatred.

Zhongzhou is vast and rich in resources. Those who covet this land naturally wish that they would be in such a state forever. This year, Zhongzhou just prepared a new project, and there have been dozens of assassination incidents.

Even if they arrested people, they could not bring them out to condemn.

Between countries, the stronger one has always had the final say.

When you are weak, no one will listen to you. If you dare to resist, the other side can find an excuse to attack you directly.

What? You didn't do it?

No matter whether you did it or not, I think you did it.

It is precisely because of this deep understanding that Old Wu hates those people and countries who covet Zhongzhou more and more.

It's a pity that Zhongzhou has not recovered from the previous breath, and its status in the international community is not high, otherwise how could it watch these people rampant in its own land.

Now that an eight-year-old child has made a contribution, their first reaction is not "reward and encourage well" but "how can we protect the child".

Old Wu hurriedly left with the wristband and first called a friend who was familiar and trusted.

The two secretly tested the wristband and soon confirmed it.

Xiaolin's guess was right. The material of the wristband is very suitable for making bulletproof vests. It can not only prevent bullets from entering the body, but also distribute the impact force to various parts, minimizing the internal injuries caused by the impact force.

The friend with white hair was also excited: "Where did you get this material? If it can be used in our country's armaments..."

Old Wu's beard was trembling with excitement, but after the excitement, he was cautious.

An eight-year-old child made a life-saving necklace that can save people from drowning and play a big role in floods, and made a bulletproof vest material that can increase the strength of the Central Plains army.

There is still a big difference between the two.

"Report to the top first."

Old Wu's report was sent up quickly, and several small meetings were held quietly that day.

After much discussion, no decision was made in a day.

Finally, the matter was handed over to the top leader.

After reading it, the old man decided: "Everything is based on the safety of this little classmate."

No one can pat his chest to guarantee that Song Yao will be absolutely safe when he comes to the capital or is exposed to the public.

Even if Mr. Wu can save his life today, it was Xiao Lin who saved him at the risk of his own life.

So the only way to ensure that Song Yao is completely safe is not to expose him.

He is still young, only eight years old this year.

Maybe Mr. Wu and his family are old, but Song Yao still has a lot of future.

The country will wait for their generation to grow up slowly.

After the order was issued, a thorough cleanup was carried out across the country.

The reason used was also very legitimate. Mr. Wu was assassinated, so the country must strictly investigate spies.

In Xinghe County, the county magistrate scratched his head.

He could understand the strict investigation, but their county had already investigated so many times, and the public security bureau here actually transferred in several new people to investigate everywhere every day.

The county magistrate suspected that even if there was a mosquito from outside Xinghe County, these new police officers could tell at a glance where the mosquito came from, whether it was a male or a female mosquito.

And even the trafficker who had been sentenced to death was brought in for trial again and again, as if they suspected that he was still a spy.

Although it was a nationwide investigation, the county magistrate still keenly noticed something different.

But he called his classmates to ask, their county was also investigating everywhere, and the public security department also transferred several people to investigate spies.

No matter how he looked at it, it didn't seem like there was a problem. Thinking that this was arranged by the state, the county magistrate thought about it and put the matter behind him.

The state's investigation of spies was not hidden from people at all. The newspapers were full of news every day about the investigation of a certain spy in a certain place. Song Yao's family didn't subscribe to newspapers, but Teacher He did.

He went to Teacher He's newspaper every day to get newspapers, so he naturally saw these news.

The child nodded as he looked at it with a genius demeanor: "That's how it should be, um, very good, very good, I won't have to worry so much in the future."

He also ran to the county and said to the county magistrate: "I heard that our county has added a special department to catch spies. I will feel more at ease when I come to the county in the future. Since the last incident, I dare not come to the county very much."

After all, there are still quite a lot of people in the county, unlike Dashu Village.

Even if a cat from another village comes, everyone can recognize at a glance that it is not from their village.

The county magistrate: "..."

He said: "Little one, sometimes don't be too narcissistic, I told you that you are young, no spy will target you."

Song Yao was super confident: "How could there be no one? The fans I make are so good and profitable. Do you know how many people have come to me to order fan clocks recently?"

The county magistrate certainly knew.

The purchase of parts for Song Yao and Zhao Xiaodong to make fan clocks was spread throughout the county with his support.

Otherwise, how could they keep up with the number of orders.

But as the county magistrate, he was still very happy.

The more orders Song Yao receives, the more sources of income the people of Xinghe County will have.

When everyone makes more money, they will naturally have more money.

When the county magistrate went to the street to listen to gossip recently, he could clearly feel that the purchasing power of the whole county had increased by a level.

Although everyone is still very stingy, at least they are willing to spend money.

However, even so, the fan clock sells well, but that is only a matter of money. If you can make money, you will be targeted by spies, and the rich people all over the country would have died long ago.

After he said this, Song Yao became more confident: "They haven't been commended by the country!"

"But I have been stolen by spies!"

The county magistrate: "..."

First of all, they are human traffickers, not spies.

Secondly, what's wrong with your proud tone.

He gave up communicating with Song Yao about spies and not spies, and happened to see the new police comrades walking around on the street:

"Okay, okay, don't worry about spies. Do you see these police comrades? Look how alert they are. If there are spies, they will definitely find them."

Song Yao looked at the police enviously.

Yes.

Their legs are so long, their eyes are so sharp, and their bodies are so strong.

You can tell at a glance that they must be very skilled.

The kid was eager to learn a few tricks, but was brought back by the county magistrate:

"Be quiet, little ancestor. Since the last incident, you two have searched all the police comrades in the Public Security Bureau. These comrades are new, so just let them go."

Song Yao broke free from him:

"Okay, if you don't want to find them, then don't. Anyway, I will try my best to make something to protect myself."

The county magistrate thought that Song Yao was so energetic, and it was normal for him to do □□, so he warned:

"You can't make something that is too lethal to people, it's very dangerous, you know."

Song Yao nodded nonchalantly: "I know, I'm not a three-year-old child, don't worry, right! You don't know yet!"

The county magistrate pricked up his ears: "What? Did you make something new again?"

Song Yao was very proud: "We took the exam, and I got the first place again. Teacher He bought me a string of candied haws as a reward. It took me a long time to finish such a big hawthorn."

The county magistrate: "..."

What should I do if I am even more worried.

Song Yao was still mumbling that he would get first place in the exam next time, and Teacher He would definitely buy him another string of candied haws. The two of them were talking and listening to each other, which was quite comfortable.

Back to the county government, the secretary came over: "County magistrate, Director Liu is here."

The county magistrate was stunned and turned back to look at Song Yao.

Why didn't he come earlier or later? He came only after Xinghe County was cleaned up and safe?

Song Yao, who was tiptoeing and eager to reach the books in his study, immediately stood up with a guilty conscience and put on a well-behaved face:

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

The county magistrate hesitated: "...What have you been doing recently?"

Song Yao thought for a while: "Nothing, I'm busy laying the foundation and taking exams, how can I have time? Oh, I really envy you, you are so free every day."

The county magistrate: "...No need to say the last sentence."

Then he asked the secretary: "Where is he?"

"Waiting in the reception room."

Song Yao listened with great enthusiasm and went over: "I want to go too. Uncle Liu and I are very familiar with each other."

The county magistrate thought about it and took him along.

In the reception room, Director Liu was indeed sitting inside, and there was a tall young man standing next to him.

Song Yao saw him and greeted him happily:

"Uncle Liu, you are in our Xinghe County again. Are you not suffering from the climate this time? Are you happy to see me? I am very happy to see you!"

Director Liu, who didn't expect to come back so soon, forced a smile at the child who was looking at him eagerly: "...I didn't expect to see you again so soon."

"I am so happy."