Spy-x-War Showdown-Chapter 74 - 73 Plastic Products

74: Chapter 73 Plastic Products

74 -73 Plastic Products

Weapons are extensions of the limbs; humans lack sharp claws and teeth, but with weapons, they turn beasts with lethal fangs and talons into food.

Now, Yang Yi was the hunter, and the Boxing King, the fierce beast.

Thus, Yang Yi needed a weapon, desperately needed a weapon, but he had neither a weapon nor a way to acquire one, so…

why not make one himself?

It was hardly a big deal.

Working as a garbage collector was the most convenient way for Yang Yi to obtain weapons.

If he couldn’t get a job as a refuse worker, he naturally would think of other ways to get a weapon.

Having access to garbage was just the easiest and most trouble-free method.

Gathering the few items he had prepared, Yang Yi grabbed a large, shovel-like spade and began to clean off the dirty substances.

He wanted to make the shovel as clean as possible.

Chris swallowed hard and whispered, “Can you use a beverage bottle?

Once melted and then solidified, it becomes very brittle and probably won’t be very useful, right?”

Yang Yi smiled and replied confidently, “There are many types of plastics, not all of them become brittle after being melted and solidified again.

At least polyethylene definitely won’t.”

Yang Yi carefully placed the plastic bottle on the shovel and extended it into the furnace.

At a high temperature of over a thousand degrees, the plastic bottle deformed extremely quickly and began to burn.

He quickly pulled the shovel out, attempting to blow out the burning plastic bottle, but the flames were too large to extinguish with his breath, so Yang Yi had no choice but to put the shovel back into the furnace until the plastic bottle stuck to it burned out completely.

The melting temperature of polyethylene lies between one hundred sixty to one hundred eighty degrees.

To melt the bottle without it catching fire was actually quite difficult.

The shovel in the furnace quickly became red-hot.

Yang Yi placed the shovel on the ground, waiting unhurriedly for its color to change from bright red to dark red and then back to black.

After that, Yang Yi directly placed the plastic bottle on the shovel.

The temperature of the shovel was still around four hundred degrees, and the plastic bottle quickly began to melt, but it also started to emit blue smoke and then caught fire again.

He used his mouth to blow out the flames, but the plastic bottle quickly stopped melting.

Yang Yi shook his head and said, “No, it still needs to burn.”

Chris just watched from the side, focusing on his own work.

Yang Yi placed the plastic bottle on the shovel and into the furnace to burn again, but this time he wouldn’t wait for the bottle to catch fire.

He repeatedly inserted the shovel into the furnace and then quickly took it out.

Soon, the plastic bottle turned into a puddle of melted liquid, emitting blue smoke and an unpleasant odor.

Looking at the current state of the plastic bottle, Yang Yi nodded in satisfaction and then placed the shovel back into the furnace to let the plastic liquid burn off completely.

Unable to help himself, Chris asked, “Why burn it again?”

Yang Yi shrugged and replied, “Just running a test.

Using only plastic isn’t reliable, because if it’s too thick, it won’t penetrate easily.

If it’s too thin and too soft, it might bend, and if it’s too brittle, it might break.

I need plastic that has enough strength and hardness, yet isn’t too brittle, so I need to add something.”

Picking up a wooden stick he had prepared earlier, Yang Yi smiled and said, “This is it.”

“A stick, what can that do?”

Yang Yi placed the stick into the furnace, and it quickly began to burn.

He then pulled the stick out of the furnace.

After waving it rapidly in the air a few times to extinguish the flames, Yang Yi said indifferently, “It’s not about the stick, but the charcoal.

I don’t know what will happen if I add charcoal to plastic, but given the properties of polyethylene, it’s still too soft even after being melted once.

Maybe after adding impurities, it could become harder.”

He burned several sticks in sequence, waited for them to burn out and cool off, then he began to crush the thin sticks into pieces and ground the small chunks of charcoal into powder on the ground.

Yang Yi obtained only a small handful of charcoal powder, but it should be enough.

Actually, Yang Yi didn’t know if adding charcoal powder to melted plastic would increase its hardness.

But logically, adding any impurities to plastic would definitely change its form.

Besides charcoal powder, any other substance would work, but Yang Yi could only find easily obtainable powdery substances like charcoal powder; and if there were no charcoal powder, even grinding a rock into powder would be worth trying.

After all, it was all an experiment.

Yang Yi had neither done it himself nor seen anyone else do it, so trying was the only way to find out.

With the charcoal powder ready, Yang Yi once again melted a few plastic bottles into a semi-liquid, semi-solid state.

With experience, the process went much more smoothly this time.

He poured the smoking, foul-smelling liquid into a cardboard tube meant for chips and quickly tossed in the charcoal powder, then used a wooden tube to stir it strenuously.

When the plastic liquid became too hard to stir, he pulled out the stick and waited for the plastic to cool.

When the plastic liquid was hot to the touch, but bearable, Yang Yi destroyed the cardboard tube and started shaping it with his glove-covered hands.

Soon, a black plastic stick about thirty centimeters long took shape, and he easily pinched one end into a point with his hands.

The stick was as thick as a thumb.

Any thicker would create too much resistance, making it difficult to penetrate when stabbing.

If it were too thin, it would break or bend too easily upon impact.

But Yang Yi didn’t want just a stick; he wanted a spike with a trihedral pyramid shape.

A triangle is the most stable shape, and for a weapon meant only for stabbing, a trihedral pyramid is undoubtedly the most stable.

It was all too simple to form three ridges on a malleable stick by hand.

While the plastic was still soft, Yang Yi tried to make the tip of the trihedral pyramid as smooth as possible because it was made of plastic.

He didn’t dare make it too sharp, but the shape he chose aimed to maintain strength to the greatest extent possible.

The trihedral pyramid finally cooled completely.

Yang Yi casually stabbed it forcefully into the ground beside him.

He would prefer to make it again rather than use a weapon whose performance was unknown.

The plastic trihedral pyramid didn’t break or bend; only the very tip deformed under the force.

But it could certainly pierce through a person’s stomach with the same amount of force.

Yang Yi was very satisfied, extremely satisfied.

Now, he had a sufficiently lethal weapon, and it was longer than most weapons made by prisoners in jail.

But Yang Yi was not content, as an inch longer could make a weapon that much stronger.

So, he decided to make a longer and more effective weapon, and he had already planned what it would be.

For Yang Yi, who had been hit by a baton twice, he thought making a baton would be a pretty good choice, especially one that was easy to hide yet still lethal.