I don't have a system but I have a hammer

Keeping this in mind, I turned around and went back to the service cabin. As soon as I entered, I met an old gentleman with a briefcase...

Seeing that I had finished the operation, he put the briefcase on the table and greeted me...

"Mr. Seven, how do you feel..."

I glanced at the briefcase in his hand indiscriminately, then found a sofa and sat down slowly...

"It feels good, thank your master for me..."

Yes, the reason why I negotiated with the old gentleman with a bad attitude at the beginning was that I suspected that he was actually the mysterious old man, but now it seems that I was worrying too much...

"You don't need to be too anxious to thank, my master still has two gifts for you..."

Facing my slightly curious eyes, the old gentleman rummaged through his briefcase, then took out a small box the size of a palm and put it on the table, with a hint of complacency in his eyes...

"Multi-functional tactical watch with built-in altimeter, barometer, compass, thermometer, waterproof depth of [-], and also has a storm warning function!"

I was not frightened by his series of nouns, but shrugged indifferently...

"Most of the pilot watches on the market are equipped with the functions you mentioned, let me tell you something that interests me..."

The old gentleman was not surprised when he heard the words, but nodded meaningfully...

"As you wish..."

Just as he said concisely, he opened the box casually, took out the tactical watch lying in it, and finally twisted the dial violently in front of me...

The next second, something that surprised me happened...

buzz~

Accompanied by the sound of inaudible mosquitoes, the entire dial started to rotate at a high speed, and then met my slightly shocked gaze, and flew up wobbly...

And its slow flying posture seems to be saying...

Kid, have you learned a lot?

The old gentleman was obviously very satisfied with my reaction. While controlling the flight of the dial by swinging the watch, he smiled and explained...

"Small UAV, but I prefer to call it a surveillance flying saucer. It can be connected to any communicator, flying at an altitude of [-], and equipped with thermal imaging, farsighted eyes, night vision, distance measurement, and directional radio functions. !"

This thing, something!

I admit, this little thing really touched my heart, because the trip to Brazil is bound to be a hard fight...

And as a chicken head, whether he knows my thoughts or not, he will definitely prepare a large number of people around to protect himself from the three-year period...

In other words, when playing away games, I need to be more prepared to deal with all kinds of unexpected situations...

So the appearance of this tactical watch is undoubtedly a timely help for me at the moment...

Maybe I looked like a shocked fool in my silent state, so the old gentleman smiled with satisfaction again, and retracted the dial...

And just when I came back to my senses, he took out the strap again, unfolded it, and pulled out three thin off-white lines...

"Compressed nano-spider silk with a length of [-]. Although it cannot be fired, it is extremely tough. It can weigh [-] kilograms and is equipped with a shrinking function. By the way... it is very sharp, so be careful when using it..."

I nodded in admiration...

"Well, it's a very practical function, is there any more?"

It seems that he knew that I would say this a long time ago, so the old gentleman didn't act too surprised...

"Of course, next is... this..."

While elongating his tone, he took off the outer shell of the dial, revealing three silver needles that shone slightly cold...

"The dial is equipped with three anesthesia needles. Since the main ingredient is ketamine, it can achieve instant anesthesia effects. It can be stimulated by the watch or in the air, but the effective distance is only six meters. It is difficult to pierce the skin beyond this distance, um ...The number is limited so I won't demonstrate it..."

Hearing this feature, I couldn't help clapping my hands...

"Needling, I like it!"

Seeing me so excited, the old gentleman laughed, reassembled the watch, and placed it in front of me...

"As long as you like it, well, there is another gift, you should also like it..."

While talking, he opened the briefcase beside him, and took out a... wig?

Huh?What does it mean?

Seeing my weird face, he waved the wig in front of me as if showing off...

"The camouflage headgear, the hair is made of memory nanomaterials, and equipped with optical color-changing filters. In other words, you can not only choose straight hair, curly hair, but also change the color of the wig at any time. Of course, the most important thing is..."

With a drawn-out tone, he tapped the wig's headgear lightly, and there was a crisp sound like knocking on a door...

"Its base material is sewn from 120 pieces of composite metal cotton. While fitting the head, it can also prevent you from being shot at close range. Of course, anti-material weapons and heavy weapons are excluded..."

I took the wig with a shocked face, looked at it carefully for a moment, and finally nodded with admiration...

"I have to admit that I like these two gifts very much, but I have a question. You should not study these spy equipment to protect world peace, right?"

There was an inexplicable light in the old gentleman's eyes, and he patted my shoulder lightly...

"Mr. Seven, this is just a little hobby of my master, but his hobby is very expensive, so you will need to work hard in the future..."

I can understand his implication. It probably means that it took a lot of money to invent these things. I hope I can work harder to make money for his master...

Squinting my eyes slightly, I stared at his eyes full of deep meaning, and smiled a little playfully...

"Don't worry, I, like you, hope to maintain the current cooperative relationship..."

My implication is also very simple, what I want is a cooperative relationship, not an employment relationship, so you are not qualified to ask me to work hard or not!

But the old gentleman kept smiling politely, and he didn't know if he understood what I said...

"Okay, Mr. Seven, we still have eighteen hours to arrive in Brazil. You can go to the single room next door to rest for a while... The journey is very long, isn't it?"