She got a PhD in chemistry, physics and mechanics at the age of seventeen, and has an IQ of 187. She is especially good at modifying firearms. The most common semi-automatic pistol can become the top-notch after being modified by her hands.
Murderous weapons possess powerful power that ordinary people cannot imagine.
Zero, the ace of the 'Fire Flame', is strictly protected in the safest place and lives a peaceful life no different from a normal person. If you accidentally meet her on the road, it will be difficult to detect her from her sweet and harmless appearance.
Her true identity.
Whenever there is a large-scale operation within the organization and there are special requirements for weapon modification, she will appear in response to the call.
God gave Ling an extraordinary side, but also gave her fatal flaws in a fair way. For example, when she doesn't need to think hard, she always sits quietly in her seat like the little girl next door.
My eyes were empty, not knowing where my mind wandered to Taixu.
Her laid-back personality is destined to hide behind the scenes, unable to go into battle in person and fight to the death like other companions.[
However, this does not affect her transcendent status within the organization. Everyone loves her and does their best to protect her.
"This mission is extremely challenging, so everyone must be well prepared." The stern man at the head of the dining table finished his brief speech, opened a handheld computer the size of a makeup box, and began to issue orders.
Zero had already eaten two small bowls of meat porridge, and drank up his portion of ribs and abalone soup. His salivating eyes drifted to the food in front of his companion.
The companions on the left and right consciously brought the food that Ling liked to her. She smiled gratefully and continued to eat large portions, immersed in the battle of food.
Until it's her turn to arrange her tasks
"Zero, are everything ready?" The stern man who issued the order had a reassuring calm temperament, his brows were dark, and his emotions were restrained. It looked like he was very used to controlling his emotions.
"Yes." He agreed softly, while Zero's right hand was busy eating. His left hand took out a small remote control from nowhere, pointed it at the west wall, and pressed it three times casually, "Fortunately, the mission has been fulfilled, except for the things you need.
In addition, there are also some small things that I made a few days ago. They are very light, compact, and very practical. I just want to show them to you."
The walls filled with antiques are strangely flipped, and hundreds of modified firearms of various types do not reflect the luster of metal under the illumination of the crystal lamp. They are extremely suitable for hiding one's body without being discovered. These are all made with great care.
Works are hard to find, and they are by no means the kind of good things that can be obtained with money.