The Mechanic

The army outside was unable to attack for a long time, which only increased casualties. After a while, they received Eden's retreat order.

Most of the drones began to retreat immediately, only a small number of manned ones still fired at the shield unwillingly, but there was no way, their comrades had been trapped on the other side of the shield forever.

Seeing that her own army had begun to retreat, a female soldier activated the self-destruct function in desperation, and immediately the guards suffered heavy casualties. Other drones also started to blow themselves up, but because everyone had been prepared for a long time, most of them avoided it. Only this one, because the men of the guard army were frantically trying to catch the captives, and the distance was too close, so most of them were blown to their bones No deposits, flesh and blood flying everywhere.

And the other was heavily surrounded by the other four Lost Paradise mechs, and was about to become a prisoner. Suddenly, a nearby shield launcher turned quietly, aimed at the mecha of the only remaining female warrior, and fired.

The powerful impact caused the mecha to fly up immediately, crashing into the microwave network on the boundary, and instantly melted together with the people and the mecha.

Seeing that the captives who were about to be captured suddenly disappeared, many men in the defense army let out frustrated roars like wild animals that had lost their prey, and cursed loudly. However, it was too late. Before the joy of victory could arise, it was washed away by angry roars.

In the headquarters, Adam just said lightly, Eden has retreated.

Not long after he finished speaking, a soldier shouted excitedly, We won! We won! and rushed in to report to Zhang Shuo.

Zhang Xun let out a long breath after listening, and turned to look at Adam with a smile in his eyes. He said, Now I'm going to unplug you.

He typed the code on the computer, then unplugged the wires from the back of Adam's head. The gray-blue eyes gradually came alive again, Adam blinked slowly, then looked at Zhang Xun, and grinned triumphantly.

Almost like...waiting for praise?

Zhang Xun showed a faint smile, You did a good job.

He looked up, only to see Michael staring at them with a terrifying look full of malice and hatred.

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Chapter 12 Adam (7)

Adam's achievements in this crisis were quickly covered up by the news sent back by the frontline guards: Adam intentionally killed the captives and destroyed the enemy's weapons.

If captured, Paradise Lost can use this to blackmail the coalition forces, and can also extract more information from the prisoners. If those mechas can be disassembled and utilized, they may also be used to transform the new remote-controlled unmanned mechas they are developing in Lost Paradise. However, Adam blasted the only mecha that didn't explode, including its owner, into pieces, leaving nothing behind.

A group of angry soldiers rushed into the office, including several of Zhang Shuo's generals, and reprimanded Adam for deliberately killing the captives. Zhang Shuo and even the round table were overwhelmed by this trivial matter.

Zhang Xun hasn't left the Lab much these days, and is busy repairing the damaged equipment and cameras in the Lab every day. Adam is now allowed to leave his room and roam freely within the Institute as long as he is in the Lab. Even if he was out of sight, Pan would report to him every ten minutes where Adam was and what he was doing.

Adam is obviously very interested in the Lab. He has entered almost every room. Looking at the complex mechanical parts that have not been developed yet, as well as the debris left by other mechanics and researchers, he is like a curious baby, picking up everything Take a look and play with it.

Zhang Xun wore a microscopic mechanical mirror on his right eye, and was manipulating the mechanical arm to try to repair a computer CPU component damaged in the bombing, when he suddenly heard the door open behind him. He turned his head, and saw Adam running in happily holding a ball of metallic color.

I found this in the warehouse and fixed it. Adam said, squatting down, and put the things in his arms on the ground.

Zhang Xun opened his eyes wide in surprise.

It was a mechanical cat, a very old model that had long since been eliminated in the outside world. It was brought back by hunters when Zhang Xun was about nine years old. The hunting group is a team that has always existed in Paradise Lost. The so-called hunters are soldiers who regularly risk being discovered by Eden to go to the outside world to collect or buy garbage waste that may be reused. . In the hunting group at that time, there was a middle-aged hunter named Hassan with a mechanical eye in his left eye. He was probably the most popular person among the children in the group, and even in the entire Paradise Lost. In addition to bringing back the raw materials needed for research and development of farming buildings and other activities every time, he always brings back some weird toys. Although those toys are garbage that has been eliminated by the ordinary world, for the lost paradise where supplies are scarce, they are enough Pokmon to keep children excited for a whole year.

Among the group of children at that time, Zhang Xun was unsurprisingly not very gregarious. Every time the hunting group came back, when the children shouted excitedly and swarmed up like a group of animals to grab presents, he would mostly sit and watch from a distance, then continue to read with his head down, or draw crooked things in the notebook by himself. design diagram. Once Hassan sneaked up behind him somehow and looked over his shoulder at something he was drawing in his notebook.