Counterfeit Hero

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"What are you going to do?" Milan took the fat man's arms, plump and upright, only passing a thin layer of shirt, passing the fat man's soft touch.

Stretching his hand and sliding into Milan's shirt, the fat man smiled and said: "Of course it is the same as other [horizontal]."

"Don't pretend to be [Warcraft]?" Milan gave the fat man a white glance and twisted his body gently. The numbness on Rufeng made her weak.

"It used to be a small army battle. It doesn't matter if dozens of six-generation and seven-generation mechas are mixed with [Warcraft]." Crisp, "If it were mixed in a group of twelve generations of mechas, wouldn't it be silver three hundred and two, stupid woman."

The repair station moved to the circular repair station and stopped. The fat man let go of Milan, pulled up the railing, and walked down the steps to the bottom of the repair station.

Gently stroke the cold skeleton of [Logic] with your hand. The unique texture of the two-state metal like wood and the coldness of the metal convey a very familiar feeling.

Originally just a mechanic's self, it was with this mech that accompanied him all the way to today.

Rescue the prisoners of war behind the enemy, rescue Russell, capture James, the Legion Hunter Legion, Reinhardt ... if it ’s not [Logic], the speed of the hand was only 30 or 40. , I ’m afraid I ’m dead and I do n’t know how many times.

The fat man looked up.

On the repair station, Milan wearing only a shirt followed the fat man's gaze and looked down at his empty body, suddenly blushing, biting his lips and pressing the corner of the shirt with his slender hand.

"Fat fat man, don't watch!"

Some shy voices, just like three years ago, sound like a sound.

This is the treasure that you need to guard with [Logic].

Connect the computer data cable loaded with the biological two-state metal-metal deformation program to the skeleton of [Logic]. The fat man took a deep breath and gently tapped his finger.

The wrist-type automatic maintenance arm is split into thousands of square metal blocks, quickly flipped over, stretched out, and completely wraps the entire palm forearm. On the back of the hand, a hovering metal disk whirls apart, and the metal ball inside changes into a different shape as the fat finger's dexterity changes.

A year ago, in the laboratory of the First Military Academy in Leray, the fat man was working on the upgrade of [Logic] and was in exile in Mars World. This work, which should have been completed long ago, has been delayed until now.

However, it is precisely because of the accumulation in Mars that fat people are more confident about the upgrade of [Logic]. The technology available in the hand is far more than it was a year ago.

The skeleton of Warcraft, the rampant system structure, the biological two-state metal metal material, the Caspar miniature battleship version of the mecha engine, the magnetometer, the Milan-designed battleship-class powerful electronic system, the instantaneous armor defense enhancement, Feiyang ’s latest mecha Computer, micro-mecha, enhanced ion beam knife, new energy shield ...

All this will give [Logic] more powerful power.

If you say that the bandit army is a dragon-slayer, and the world is vertical and horizontal, then [Logic] means leaning on the sword and striking the sky!

"Who the **** dare to mess with me!"

The fat man started. Everything has already been put into his mind. From [horizontal knife] to [ranger], from nine generations [day punishment] to ten generations [god] to twelve generations [thunder], from the technology of Le Lei military laboratory, to the Casper log, to Mar The bizarre research of the free world scientists ...

Everything will be integrated into the most powerful mecha in history today!

Entering the engine drawings into the computer of the repair station, the entire repair station suddenly became very lively. The metal molder clashed, the data on the electronic display of the alloy fusion furnace soared, and countless mechanical arms flew back and forth on the workbench.

Most of the parts and fats are manufactured using logic's biological two-state metal, and other parts that cannot be completed using laboratory equipment have long been sent to the Milan laboratory in the name of research through the Fulongjian company.

Milan, who changed clothes, also put in work. The two people cooperated as if they were back to the moment when logic was born three years ago.

The first to complete is the core engine of Mecha.

The engine of [Logic], of course, cannot be the simplified version of the engine that is used to cope with orders.

The true battleship-grade micro-engine technology has long been in the hands of fat people. In the past six months, the Bandit Laboratories has made new achievements in the structural layout of the engine. The engine manufactured according to the layout of the modern battleship-level engine is more advanced than the engine structure in the Casper log 100 years ago, and its performance has also improved Quite a lot.

In addition, the fat man uses the biological two-state metal that is six times stronger than the super-hard metal in the critical parts of the engine kinetic energy compression cabin and the transmission shaft, which have nearly strict requirements on the material strength. Therefore, the logical engine is put into the detector At the first time, he gave Fatty and Milan a huge surprise.

The engine made a harsh roar in the detector. Detector drive rods and gear bearings simulating mecha transmission are moving insanely. On the detection computer, the engine power has exceeded 30% of the theoretical data limit, the instantaneous explosive power has increased by 75%, and the intensity has increased by 300%.

"Boom!" There was a loud noise.

In the overwhelmed detector casing, billowing black smoke emanated, and the electric flashing flashed continuously, making a rattling noise.

The fat man was trembling with horror and quickly asked Milan on the console to turn off the detector switch.

When the temperature dropped, the fat man diligently opened the heavy detector casing, and the transmission rod inside had already been broken because of being overwhelmed. The broken metal components traveled through the fast-moving gears and crankshaft, and the consequences can be imagined. The entire interior of the detector was smashed. If it is not a completely enclosed shell, it is extremely strong, I am afraid that a big hole will be made at that time.

The fat man took out the engine and looked left and right.

The engine is a bit ugly like a suitcase. But, this ugly guy, in such a terrible destruction, there was no damage at all.

With its own power, the detection system comparable to the tenth generation of mechas collapsed because of being overwhelmed. Where is this mecha engine? It is simply the heart of a devil!

Amid the smug and rampant laughter of the fat man, the next thing to accomplish is the transmission system of the mech.

There is a lesson from the detector, the fat man used all biological two-state metals in the manufacture of the transmission system, even the screw nut is no exception. In this way, he still felt that it was not safe enough, and adjusted the size of key components. Make it more resilient.

Milan looked stunned on the side.

There is no better understanding of the characteristics of biological two-state metals.

Fats are enough for the components of the transmission system manufactured by [Logic], not to mention mecha transmission, and they are enough for lifting battleships in airports. This prodigal son not only used the logical biological two-state metal, but even the spare biological two-state metal mecha in the laboratory was also unloaded. What monster did he want to make?

Scolded, Milan didn't mean to stop fat.

In fact, in terms of manufacturing [logic] that is critical to fat people's lives, they wholeheartedly want to protect fat people from a strict Milan, and they are in a state of help and abuse. Using good things is more willing than fat people. As early as Gary Palan, Milan used me to build mechas and equipment for fat people, which made Boswell startled.

Transmission system, drive system, balance system, control system, electronic auxiliary system, electronic attack system, energy defense system, remote attack system ...

For three full days, the two were locked in the laboratory, working day and night.

[Logic], gradually formed in the maintenance station.

When the last plug-in armor was approved on the gritty shell, Milan couldn't help covering her hair with a painful moan.

[Logic] looks the same as [Horizontal], but the tattered shell looks like it has just been bombarded by 100,000 energy for a whole month, and then it is beaten by 100,000 mechas For a whole year, a swollen nose and blue face were miserable. The original World of Warcraft, this pair of virtue, now dead fat man playing this hand again.

Looking at the fat man groping around the logic, his eyebrows light, his eyes blurred, his nostril open mouth, and thinking of this camouflage system that he assembled for the fat man in this mech, Milan couldn't help but laugh.

This dead fat man's nature doesn't change. No matter how insignificant and how to make the enemy despise himself, he will come. Only the enemies who are really in his hands and confused by the logical appearance know how bad this guy is!

Is he really a lieutenant general of the Lere Federation, a partner of the military **** Hastings, the leader of the bandit army?

Covered with countless goose bumps, Milan shyly made up his mind indefinitely.

For a while, if this guy touched me with this virtue, I would kill him!

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As he walked into Boswell's laboratory, the fat man had dark circles and a bruised nose.

"Aren't you assembling your mechs in Milan?" Boswell looked up from the experimental computer console and asked in surprise: "How did this happen?"

The fat man wriggled twice in the corner of his mouth and grieved in his stomach.

Not knowing what nerves Milan had, I just wanted to be intimate with her, so I got beaten up. Did you just paste it and touch it twice? I was very gentle at the time, and at most I smiled a little ambiguously on my face.

Seeing the fat man whispering for a long time and being speechless, Boswell waved his hands in amusement: "Nobody except Milan will probably be able to beat you like this."

The fat man laughed and shifted the topic: "Teacher, have you completed the test experiment of the space jump technique?"

Boswell leaned on the back of the chair for a long time, smiled slightly, stood up, and first walked to an automatic door in the laboratory: "Follow me."

Looking at Boswell's brisk steps as if he were several decades younger, the fat man's heart suddenly accelerated.

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