Atomic bombs explode by using the principle that heavy atomic nuclei such as uranium and plutonium, which are relatively easy to fission, emit huge energy at the moment of nuclear fission.
Oh, let me just say that nuclear explosions are also explosions. Tang Ji picked up the book again and took a look at it. It read: "Heavy atomic nuclei such as uranium-235 and plutonium-239 usually split into two pieces after being bombarded by neutrons.
A medium-mass nucleus emits 2-3 neutrons and 200 MeV energy at the same time."
In this book, why is it that the first half of the sentence is still talking in human language, but the second half of the sentence starts to talk nonsense? Tang Ji frowned, puzzled.
He flipped through a few more articles, threw the book on the ground, picked up the next one, and opened a piece that read: The mechanical effects of nuclear explosions, shock waves account for about 50%, and optical radiation accounts for about 35%. In the early stage
Nuclear radiation accounts for about 5%, and the remaining nuclear radiation in radioactive contamination accounts for about 10%
Tsk, Tang Ji started to feel a toothache. He endured it and continued reading. Finally, he sighed, put down the book, turned around and started learning from the basic physics book again, starting from the molecular structure.
He first needs to know the difference between neutrons and electrons
"How long has he been like this?" Mikkelsen yawned and glanced boredly at Tang Ji, who was immersed in the ocean of knowledge. This was already Tang Ji's 172nd hour of serious study.
Already.
During the whole process, Tang Ji didn't sleep, eat, or drink water. Sometimes Mikkelson felt that he might not even be breathing. He was like a model learning machine. The only problem was that he didn't go far enough.
During the whole process, Tang Ji only washed his face in the ocean of knowledge, and Mikkelsen lost interest after only persisting for five hours. Only Dr. Wu Qianying accompanied Tang Ji throughout the whole process and wasted time here.
Tang Ji is reading and studying in the closed laboratory below, while Dr. Wu Qianying is researching her own things in the laboratory upstairs. Her latest research project is to analyze the genetic variability of gluttonous cells and the optimal expression ratio of benign manifestations.
Looking at Tang Ji, who was changing books for a while, scratching his head and ears, and Wu Qianying, who was focusing on his experiment upstairs, Mikkelsen couldn't help but want to laugh. This is definitely the most humorous scene in the world.
The rage of studying hard, hahaha.
Maybe it was Mikkelsen's laughter, or maybe Tang Ji was a little tired. He raised his head and glanced upstairs, his eyes seemed to be brewing with anger that would burn the world.
Although Wu Qianying is not as sharp as Tang Ji, she is smart enough and has strong hands-on skills. She installed a lot of sensors in the laboratory to monitor Tang Ji's movements. Whenever Tang Ji's attention leaves the book and starts wandering around,
Wu Qianying will be prompted.
"If you are tired, you can rest for fifteen minutes and replenish some electrolytes." Wu Qianying's voice instantly appeared in the laboratory: "In six hours, we will conduct a test."
Mikkelsen saw the anger in Tang Ji's eyes visibly dissipate, replaced by confusion. Mikkelsen finally couldn't help it, clapped his legs and laughed.
This world is so ridiculous, people had better learn to entertain themselves.
"How do you think he is studying?" Mikkelsen asked Wu Qianying. The nuclear bomb matrix is still under construction. Although the construction team is experienced, they can build a weird-looking one without destroying the original infrastructure.
The shell without affecting its original function is still a big project.
"He knows what the chain reaction is. I'm trying to make him understand the difference between fission and fusion. The next step is the direction of movement of electrons in energy level transitions." Wu Qianying glanced at the schedule on her desk.
Two check marks have been made.
"Do you think he can succeed?" Mikkelsen asked hesitantly.
It's not that he has no confidence in Tang Ji, but if Tang Ji were to kill a few or dozens of people, it would be as simple as eating and drinking.
But forcing a law enforcer who graduated from a vocational school to learn the principles of atomic bombs starting from basic mathematics, and asking him to understand this weapon like a sword, Mikkelsen still felt a little guilty.
Tang Jiji has the face of an uneducated tough guy. You know, the kind where he can get paid just by biting his cheek. Education and knowledge are more like impurities for this kind of person.
A kind of pollution.
I have heard of people who can turn grief and anger into strength and food, but I have never heard of people who can turn grief and anger into knowledge.
Even Mikkelsen felt that he might have pushed Tang Ji too hard. The previous generation of Furious Can Cholera World was also at the LV4 stage.
But according to the information obtained by Wolfgang, the Seven Deadly Sins of the previous generation had been raging around the world for at least three centuries.
The oldest Gluttony may have survived for as long as a thousand years, but Tang Ji's time was too short and too urgent.
"Believe in him, he can do it." Wu Qianying said with certainty: "Among all possible predictions, we can't count on any hope, but Tang Jiji gave us a chance, didn't he?"
Mikkelsen looked at Tang Ji in a daze. Wu Qianying was right. Tang Ji had broken the so-called rules time and time again. Why didn't he believe him again?
Anyway, apart from Tang Ji, they had no other cards to play.
From a global perspective, humankind's industrial production capacity dropped by 32% in the third month after the beginning of all-out war.
Among them, the Junlin Industrial Zone in the European Union has experienced the fastest reduction in industrial production capacity. The Greater Paris Industrial Zone has become a bubble, and the Lorraine Industrial Zone has reduced its production capacity by 54%.
In the Prussian direction, the Dresden Industrial Zone has been affected by the supply of raw materials and energy, and its production capacity has been reduced by one-third. There is currently no hope of recovery.
Africa has almost no modern industry and can be ignored.
The Slavic Federation has been blocking itself behind the Iron Curtain since the Corporate War, and no one knows their specific situation.
But on the black market, the price of Slavic arms, once known for their cheapness, has tripled, and demand exceeds supply.
As for military technology goods, they are now sold at sky-high prices.
Especially central nervous system prostheses that can carry time-sensitive hormones. On the black market, prosthetics doctors have made handmade products with a mortality rate as high as 17%, and they can still be sold for sky-high prices.
Mikkelsen would shoot half a platoon of industrial spies within the group every week for something as shady as smuggling time-sensitive substances.
However, these time-sensitive elements that have been lost to the public have also helped Mikkelsen select some talents.
A young mercenary named David Martinez used a crude central nervous system-enhancing prosthetic body and used the time-sensitive substance sixteen times in a row without any sustained-release agent.
The boy who was less than twenty years old became famous overnight, became a new legend in Night City, and survived the side effects of time-sensitive hormone.
Mikkelsen was not only very interested in him, he also planned to recruit the opponent's entire team, which was a team of highly prosthetic cybernetics that had just begun to become popular.
"David, are we finally getting ahead?" Rebecca put her hands behind her head and ran in a circle around David: "Can we get a full set of military technology prosthetics? We"
"Rebecca, don't be so excited. Military Technology is also a big company. Let's take a look at the contract first." David Martinez stopped Rebecca. This is the headquarters of Military Technology in Night City. It looks inconspicuous, but inside
But there is a different world.
This place is built according to the level of a nuclear bunker, and Falco is reminding Martinez in the vision through the prosthetic plug-in.
It's a pity that although the combat prosthetic eyes they used are high-end products from Qilu Division, the source code has been mastered by the Military Technology Group due to the United Front. Therefore, after Falco reminded, the building's explosion-proof level, overall size and other data were
Automatically appeared in the field of vision of both parties.
"Damn, there's no privacy at all." Martinez was no longer a young man, so he simply laughed and missed it.
When Martinez and his group walked into the room following the guidance of the cursor on the ground, the entire room of prosthetics completely caught their attention.
"Krenzikov's Central Nervous Enhancement System!" Martinez stood in front of the artificial ridge that exuded silver metallic luster, a trace of excitement flashing across his face.
This is the shining pearl in the crown of the prosthetic world. Only a specially matched implant platform can perform corresponding nerve welding of 150,000 nanoscale tentacles. Not only will the implanter not suffer from defects in neurological response, but
There are real enhancements!
Compared to the external central nervous system enhancer behind his back, this thing is a work of art!
In addition, it can also maximize the time-sensitive hormone of Dr. Sean Westan, allowing people to achieve a higher level of time flow and reducing side effects as much as possible.
"Do you like it? It's free for you." Mikkelsen knocked on the table and said to Martinez: "Everything here is up to you, there is no cost."
"Free things are the most expensive!" Rebecca jumped out: "But I can't refuse! I want these matching gorilla arms!"
Martinez glanced at Rebecca helplessly, and then looked back at the other members. He naturally knew how precious these things were to his team, and he also knew what it would take to get these things, but just like Rui
They couldn't refuse what Beca said.
If they were stronger, maybe Pyrrha, Dorio, and Mann wouldn't have to die. Maybe if they were stronger, he could bring Lucy back.
"What do you need us to do?" Martinez asked bitterly. The greed and desire in his heart swallowed him up like the devil. He knew that this was the devil's delicacy, and he had to pay a heavy price to eat it, but he refused.
No.
"What I want you to do is actually very simple. Find trouble for those players and use all your methods." Mikkelsen patted David on the shoulder hard: "Bring the good things I gave you, if you have enough
If it's strong, a prosthetic body, a greedy blood potion, a nuclear bomb, anything will do."
Looking at the smile on the lips of the military technology representative, David Martinez seemed to be reminded of the song he listened to on the day of Mann's death——
"How well you know me is enough to hold my lifeline
If you think you're going to leave me covered in scars, wake up, there are all kinds of fools
But the indisputable fact is that it really hurts!
When your name is buried in the dust!"
Martinez looked back at his companions. Maybe it was him, maybe one of them, or even a few, or all of them, would die in the mission.
But now, they can't refuse this task.
"In that case, will you give me this now?" David Martinez smiled and accepted his fate calmly.
"Of course, there is also a sufficient amount of time-sensitive toxins, which is definitely a lethal dose." Mikkelsen, who has nearly a thousand different faces around the world, said this.
David Martinez's team is special, but they're not the only ones recruited for this kind of suicide mission.
During the operation, the BGM in his mind seemed to be continuing——
"Thousands of people with thousands of faces, they all want to sit on your throne. There are old fists under the soft lips, and stones behind the flowers.
I resisted the collapse of the world by myself, but the harder I tried, the more I tried to forget about the hustle and bustle and block out the noise, the more they pushed further!
This is where the problem lies!
They are getting more and more aggressive!"
David suddenly opened his eyes and sat up straight under the stimulation of strong neuralgia!
The piercing vital sign alarm and red flashing light were like omens for David Martinez. He sat upright on the operating table, feeling the nerve pain that he had been away from for a long time.
The previous hand-built central nervous system was only able to inject time-sensitive hormones through constant intravenous infusion. Those electronic tentacles that penetrated into the nervous system were unable to provide stable feedback. Every time the nerves were stimulated, a large amount of nerve necrosis would be caused, Martin said.
Si had to use expensive medical injections to repair him after each battle.
And now, he feels like
"It's like a new life!" Dr. Krenzikov's eyes were shining brightly, as if he were looking at a rare treasure: "You are a naturally awakened superhuman, did you know! Your nerve tolerance is ten times higher than that of normal people.
Seven point five times! Theoretically, you may be the only human being who can come close to Surte on the timeline!"
David Martinez looked at this unattractive doctor with some confusion, completely unaware that the other person was the inventor of Krenzikov's central nervous system enhancement system.
"But it's not important anymore. I have already intercepted some of your nerves. Maybe I can add some gluttony recovery cells for replication. That's right." Dr. Klenzikov continued talking to himself, and then suddenly laughed after a while.
Suddenly, he took out a box of six blood-red medicines from his arms and handed it to David Martinez: "Just think of it as my gift. This is the undiluted time-sensitive hormone prototype serum. This is not one of those
The clones are comparable, believe me, every time you use it, you will treat it as the last moment of your life."
"I hope you won't use them one day, but if you do, I will record your entire experience. Good luck to you kid."