"No, it's not that I am optimistic about this train."
The middle-aged man rubbed his temples, feeling a bit of a headache. The woman was now strongly opposed to him, and whatever he said would trigger her instinctive resistance.
"Don't you find evolution fascinating? When a bullet or a shell is developed, its power is already fixed. Although there might be minor differences, the same model won't be worlds apart."
Wang Yi was a bit impatient, "If you want to lecture, then shut your mouth."
The middle-aged man stood up and walked towards the window, speaking to himself, "When they are transported to the battlefield, no matter how they are used, their effects are the same. But evolution is different. This is a power held in the hands of every Evolver, capable of changing with personal will, just like earlier when several Tier One Evolvers intercepted a shell."
