The Greatest Master
Desire

Fake weapons have become a common problem for gun makers. There is often a falsification for personal gain. The person who forged the weapon was really meticulous when making his clone.

However, the fake weapon could not be separated from Ansell's eyes.

As good and as similar as any imitation they make, Ansell can still see the gap. Fake weapons still have a small difference.

The fake weapon Ansell saw was so similar. In fact, Ansell could guarantee an outward similarity rate of up to 95%. Only senior weapons experts were capable of making such a detailed thing.

Unfortunately, the person who forged the weapon did not have the ability to make weapons. They were only carpenters or blacksmiths capable of making imitations. Although similar, but the power of the weapon dropped drastically to 25% of its original strength.

Of course, this is very detrimental to the weapon user. If such a weapon was used during a fight, then the owner could not have survived in 5 minutes.

Ansell banished the scientists with a smooth. In fact, he didn't let Thalia see what she was going to do. Ansell wants to be alone in the armory.

After making sure there were no more people, Ansell took out one of the fake spears and grasped it tightly.

Cracks!

Just grasped, the spear was already broken. In fact, Ethan said that the handle of the spear came from strong oak. In fact, this spear wood is albasia wood that is easily broken.

The man who fakes a gun never loses. They take as much profit and spend as little capital. They choose albasia wood that is cheap and easy to get. To make it similar to oak, they painted it very well.

"I need to appreciate this weapon forger" Ansell said.

Ansell walked around the gun. Other than spears, the swords here were also definitely fake. He wanted to see which weapon was fake.

"How could they make this many fake weapons? Who can do this so freely that it is out of my sight" muttered Ansell who was still walking around the weapon.

Before long, he stopped on one of the shelves containing grenades.

The grenade Ansell wanted to produce in the lab was a firecracker-type grenade. These grenades produce loud explosions and very bright flashes of light and can temporarily blind the view.

However, Ansell suspected this grenade was a fake.

Typically, firecracker grenades are smaller than explosive grenades. The color is also bright red as an identity.

But the grenade Ansell was holding was now a faded and mushy red. The size is also large, inefficient to be used as a deadly weapon.

Ansell was now convinced, this grenade was a fake.

However, Ansell did not have much time to take care of this any further. He must immediately go to the Ocean Island.

"I only need a few weapons that can protect me. I must prioritize the issue of Ocean Island now" Ansell murmured.

He pulled out his phone and sent someone a message.

"I need a signal transmitter that can be used on Ocean Island. I also need small items that are easy to carry," Ansell murmured. Then, Ansell walked over to the room of the head of the laboratory. There, he met Mr. Edmund.

"Mr Edmund, long time no see. How are you doing?" asked Ansell.

"Hahaha Mr. Ansell is too shy. Of course I'm healthy as always. Laboratory business is not a difficult thing" Edmund replied with a crisp laugh.

He has been the head of the laboratory since the beginning. He is responsible for reporting and supervising laboratory work.

"Master, I need something from the lab. I hope the lab can make it" Ansell told her his purpose and told Edmund what he was going to do.

"Ocean Island? Isn't it not just anyone can get in there?" Edmund surprised.

"Indeed right. I just believe in my luck. I can definitely enter it," Ansell replied confidently.

"Because Mr. Ansell said so, I can't deny it anymore. All right, the lab will try to make it for you, sir" replied Edmund, not seeming to mind at all.

Ansell smiled in satisfaction, "Thank you, Mr. Edmund. You guys are reliable."

*

After leaving the lab, Ansell met the person he had previously sent the message to. They met in an old building, on the outskirts of town.

"You haven't changed" Ansell said, staring at the large man not far from her. The man was holding a cigarette that was about to run out.

The man turned around and exhaled cigarette smoke. He continued to sip it deeper, then threw away the rest.

"You're too punctual" said the man.

"Better than late," Ansell replied, starting to sit next to him.

The man took out a pack of cigarettes and offered them to Ansell. However, Ansell pretended not to see him.

"You're still muddy" said the man.

Ansell chuckled in response.

"I don't have much time. I'll get to the point" Ansell said.

"Say," said the man casually.

"Find the traitor in my lab and torture him. Let him feel the pain of life rather than death," Ansell explained her wish.

"Very easy," the man immediately agreed without hesitation.

"Deal" said Ansell.

He took a cigarette that he had ignored.