“Why is this thing…” Ethan Duan said as he turned the thing in his hand over, “This is the LC liquid fuel.” He muttered the name of the thing in his hand.
In fact, in addition to the professional code just mentioned by Ethan Duan, this “LC Liquid Fuel” also has a more popular name: “Lan Ran Huo”. And anyone who has a little knowledge of weapon systems and so on in the interstellar world knows that there is only one purpose for such things as flames-that is to make the internal fuel of the new type of large-scale destruction weapon.
Because he had been holding it in his hand, the white shirt that Ethan Duan had torn off earlier had been dyed dark blue. By the way, Ethan Duan’s fingertips were also dyed a little. As the color fell off, some unpleasant odors gradually emerged on this dark blue metal. Unlike the weird burnt odor that pervades the surroundings, this is an extremely sour, pungent odor, like some kind of disinfectant, which pierces people’s minds.
Michael Meng was a marshal of the military, and he was very familiar with the use of burning fire. But after seeing Ethan Duan’s expression, he couldn’t help but ask Ethan Duan: “Does this thing usually appear in the academy?”
After hearing Michael Meng’s question, Ethan Duan slowly shook his head, and then said to him: “No, the research institute will not store fuel that is not used by mechas… and it’s not good for mechas. Storage is very demanding on the external environment, and the original effect will be lost if you are not careful.”
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