Chapter 637: Mini Mecha

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Watching dumbfounded and the scientists who swarmed up dumbfounded, the more enthusiastic, the response to various questions about mechanical technology such as Liu, Helen, Mido and the bandit generals behind were a little dazed.
Everyone can't understand, when did this fat man become "break the casserole and smell"? Look at the nerds one by one, excitedly and incoherently, like idols. It seems that this tasteless ID is quite famous in the scientific community.
Outside the crowd, Barbara's charming and charming eyes became colder and colder.
She could see that the Feiyang scientists beside her still tried to maintain their composure, but they were full of eagerness in the eyes of the fat man. What made her palpitate even more was that the senior officials of several major arms dealers, regardless of their positions or inadvertent gazes, were carrying a kind of precaution.
When looking at fat people, they are more eager than these scientists.
An originally solid camp has already cracked because of the emergence of several advanced technologies and the unscrupulous provocation of fat people. This made Barbara feel caught off guard.
This feeling made her instinctively think of the scene last night.
"Okay, okay," Professor Heifer clapped his hands to stop the lingering problems of the scholars around him, and said to the fat man, "General Tian, ​​what else is good, come together!"
He glanced at the shining eyes of several high-ranking arms dealers and a group of Feiyang scientists, and said with a smile: "It happens that Fulongjian Company also has a license to produce Thunder. If it can solve the engine problem, I I think that the Thunder produced by Fulongjian may be more worth looking forward to. "
Heifel's words made the entire observation room hall suddenly silent.
The faces of several major arms dealers suddenly changed.
The twelfth generation of Thunder was jointly developed by the Filipino countries. In the previous agreement, in addition to the Republic of Feiyan, the Republic of Laine and the Republic of Chakna also each have a production license.
Originally, this was not a threat to Feiyang's major arms dealers. Because they know that, without the key technologies of several systems in their hands, even if others want to produce, they can only produce simplified versions. However, after reading these things displayed by the fat man, things have fundamentally changed. If these technologies were acquired by Fulongjian Company, plus the Thunder drawings in their hands, the mechs produced would definitely be much more advanced than the mechas of several major arms dealers.
At the moment when this war entered a critical battle, with the orders of various countries alone, Fulongjian Company could jump from the seventh largest arms dealer into the largest arms dealer.
Heifer's stabbing was too cruel! Several high-ranking arms dealers stared at Heifer fiercely. They did not know whether Heifer was out of trust in the fat man, out of Chakner ’s support for the bandits, or whether he was just taking a risk. In short, his words already put him and Fulongjian Company , Completely tied to the bandits.
Did n’t he know that if the fat man could n’t come up with something better, Fulongjian would not only have no chance to become the biggest arms dealer, but would be besieged by angering other companies? ! By that time, let alone producing fully assembled mechas, even if you just want to get a slice of the Thunder mecha parts order, it is impossible.
The whole armor is in the hands of several major arms dealers, whose parts are not just a one-line matter? !
The fat man patted Heifer's shoulder, smiled, and stood up.
All eyes are on the fat man. The engine is the core part of Thunder. Now, it depends on whether the fat man can come up with a more advanced engine than Vaughan!
The faces of several major arms dealers are changing rapidly. Suddenly, Robinson, a senior official of the third largest meteor company, strode forward and said to the fat man: "General Tian, ​​please take a step to speak."
The fat man stunned, then glanced at Barbara with a smile, nodded, and walked aside with Robinson, whispering a few words. The two shook hands.
Barbara, who was focused by everyone's eyes, still had a smile on her face. But only the people who knew her best knew that her smile had become cold and hard.
No one knows what Robinson or the fat man said. However, this is no longer important. Obviously, at this moment, Robinson has made a choice. His behavior has been tantamount to blatantly surrendering to the bandit army.
This is a difficult decision, and maybe a few minutes later, Robinson will regret it. But he did it.
Robinson did not go back to his original position, nor did he glance at Barbara. He stood quietly, looking at the fat man walking towards the central data desk. Heartbeat is very fast.
It wasn't until he finished talking that his mind seemed to be awake.
He himself did not know why he suddenly made such a decision. Logically speaking, he should have waited until the fat man showed his full strength, and then, in private contact with the fat man. However, at the moment when Heifel spoke, he suddenly felt that if he didn't show something here, he might never catch up with the train.
Meteor ’s main business is not mecha.
Originally, it was no turn for anyone to show their favors to the bandits. However, Robinson knows how much the entire top of Meteor, including big boss Matt, wants to surpass Vaughan and even Martin in the mech.
Mecha Division is the short board of Meteor. It is also the engine. If Mecha Division can obtain orders for Thunder Mecha, then Meteor will become the largest arms dealer.
Everything the fat man has shown before has shocked Robinson enough. He knew that the opportunity was fleeting. He didn't even have time to call the big boss Matt.
As a professional manager, Robinson spent twenty years on the throne of the general manager of Meteor Mecha Division. Today, talking to a fat man does not exceed twenty seconds. These twenty seconds will determine his future. Taking this step may be the climax of his life, perhaps, it will be his most tragic step.
Robinson's eyes have been fixed on the fat man.
Is your choice right or wrong?
Under Robinson's gaze, the fat man picked up the communicator on the data table and understated the authenticity: "Markwich, check the engine data."
The [Ranger] in the test hall is activated. The chubby mech strode to the test rig in the test hall and stood still.
I saw that the outer armor of the mech belly contracted and folded quickly, exposing the blue shell. Immediately, a small square shell popped open, and several data interfaces were exposed to everyone.
Ranger's engine? !
How can a tenth-generation mecha have more than twelve-generation mecha engines? !
Markwich's move triggered a commotion in the observation room. Under the astonishment of everyone, the hesitant staff connected the interface with the data cable of the testing center.
"Testing begins, first-level motivation."
"Instant improvement."
"Extreme settling time."
"Secondary power."
"Instant improvement."
"Extreme settling time."
"Three-level power ..."
Ranger's engine, with the detection personnel's password, suddenly high and low. Everyone's heart will also go up and down.
Looking at the computer screen where the test data has not yet been published, Robinson's forehead has overflowed with beads of sweat. Not far from the left, Vaughan ’s senior officials and chief technical advisor Kirton looked more nervous than Robinson.
Half an hour passed, so the roar of the Ranger's engine stopped.
In the silence, the data center screen began to change, and rows of data rose from the bottom of the screen. The data runs fast. Although it is rising, in the end it looks like the number on the full screen seems to fall down like a waterfall.
For the generals present, this is undoubtedly a book of heaven. However, even if they do not understand the data, they understand what the result of the engine test is. Because, at the moment when the data appeared, the whole hall was as tumultuous as a frying pan. The unreserved shock and excitement of the scientists are enough to explain everything.
"It's impossible, it's impossible," Kirton hissed with a trembling finger, hissing, "Scam, this is a scam!"
He turned sharply, glaring at the fat man and said: "Why not take the drawings, why not take the real thing, do you think that you can deceive everyone by colluding with the people below? It ’s almost doubled, this kind of data is so ridiculous, hahaha. "
Kirton's laughter was dry and hoarse, rather than how to laugh, but rather howl.
Fraud?
This possibility does exist, and the scholars present were all out of control.
The fat man glanced contemptuously, and the disdain in his eyes could make people collapse.
"Cheater," Kirton's voice became increasingly hysterical. He squeezed into the crowd and pointed his finger at the fat man's nose: "You guys have colluded, no data can be done. Those interfaces are not engine detection interfaces at all, they are machines A computer interface! "
With a trembling hand, he pointed at the data line marked by the fat man and said insanely: "The engine power is increased by 83%, hahaha, the survival probability of the pilot is increased by 200%, engine data You can falsify, the survival rate of pilots, how do you falsify? Take it out, show it to us! "
Kutton's words focused everyone's attention on the most incredible piece of data in the Fatty Cable.
If the Ranger's engine is 83% better than the A21 engine, and it is acceptable, then the 200% increase in the survival rate of the pilot's survival rate is indeed appalling.
You should know that whether it is an energy shield or external armor, the Thunder uses the best materials that Feimeng can take out today. In the research group, there are nearly 100 experts in materials science alone. It is the largest team in the research group.
The protection of the Thunder mech has almost reached the extreme. For ordinary energy cannons, it takes ten artillery bombardments to destroy the energy shield. At least two guns are required to penetrate the external armor. Such protection capabilities almost completely isolate long-range weapon strikes. Only the ion beam knife and mechas of the same level in close combat can cause serious damage to the body in an instant.
To increase this protection by another 200% is simply a fantasy.
In fact, it doesn't make much sense to get the last data from the bandit army. With a hummingbird engine, stealth paint, a new transmission system, a power reserve, and a mysterious engine like the Ranger, the bandit army has turned this mecha test session into a bandit strength show.
In terms of confrontation, Barbara, who wants to demonstrate to all countries with the technology and production of the twelfth generation of mechas, is already defeated.
No matter how fierce this woman, who is 25 years old, overwhelmed and suppressed the interest group behind Li Fo overnight, there is no way to use any other means here. This is not a secret struggle. There is no kidnapping, intimidation, threats, and temptations, and there is no need for the 36-count grandchildren's art of war. Here, strength is everything. The generals of the countries on the spot, it depends on the strength!
The technical strength of the bandit army has clearly exceeded everyone's imagination.
The public surrender of Meteor Company, Fulongjian Company, and these two companies means that the arms market in the future will be reshuffled, meaning that if you want to acquire the twelfth generation of mechas, you must look at the bandits' face!
Everyone knows that Kordon, who can't stand being beaten in his own professional field, is the last fight in hysteria. However, judging from the engine detection method just now, Kirton's doubts are not entirely unfounded. This last indicator seems to be the best way to prove the strength of the bandits without revealing the engine secret.
However, with a survival rate of two hundred percent, this is simply impossible. Everyone present looked at the fat man, even if the fat man simply said that the finger was just wrong, everyone can accept it.
"Idiot!" The fat man glanced at Kirton and looked at the time: "I still have a date at noon, and there are still a few minutes. Are you sure you really want to know?"
"Think," Kirton gritted his teeth. "You can show what you see!"
"Miss Barbara want to see it?" Suddenly the fat man seemed to think of such a person, and turned to Barbara Pi and asked with a smile.
Barbara's face was blue.
She knew that at this time, what she should do most was to turn around and leave.
However, knowing the temptation of Hastings and the bandits' bottom cards allowed her to accept all failures and humiliation.
She smiled coldly and nodded gracefully.
"Markwich." The fat man looked at Barbara's eyes and flicked his lips gently.
Everyone's eyes quickly turned to the experiment hall.
The ranger snorted suddenly, and the armor shell suddenly cracked. A mech that was only two meters high, like a black elf, suddenly ejected. Go to the thunder parked in the center of the test hall like lightning. A rapid golden iron symphony suddenly sounded, and the Mech Warrior driving the Thunder was too late to make any response. Thunder was cut off a mechanical leg and fell to the ground.
The black miniature mech stands quietly aside.
Time seems to freeze at this moment.
Not knowing how long it took, Robinson wiped the sweat from his forehead, and suddenly felt his feet soft.
This is a gamble, he invested everything, no time to hesitate, not even time to think. When the dice of fate finally stopped at this moment, an unspeakable ecstasy hit his heart violently.
In front of him, hundreds of scientists and generals of various countries have rushed out of the observation room hall in incredible surprise and rushed down the passage to the test hall below.
Who still doesn't understand what the miniature mech means to the Thunder, and what it means to every mech warrior in this war!
Under the envious and admired gaze of Professor Rutler and another senior meteor company officer, Robinson clenched his fists tightly.
It's not so much a general who doesn't care about demeanor as much as a huge order!
Looking back, the faces of Barbara and other senior officials of the super arms dealers were already pale.
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