Chapter 1201: Out of control (middle)

"I... Am I still here?"
President Song sat down on the ground and looked forward blankly. Apart from the turbid smoke that was still being drawn, there was no other existence in this small area in front of him.
He was really a fool, and knew that it was not what he thought. So now there is only one problem that bothers him:
Where are the "props"?
"This is considered a display plan and an experience package. Well, can it also be considered a game skin?"
Ronan rarely tells a joke, somewhat cold: "Although this plan is not so perfect, you can experience it firsthand, Mr. Song, and compare it with the Justice Order."
"Yes?"
Mr. Song agreed subconsciously. After half a second, Ronan's almost explicit answer came to his mind:
That "prop", "upper body"?
Mr. Song hurriedly lowered his head, but his gaze swept across a bright radiance, which really seemed to be on fire. His body in an embarrassed state was looming in it, but he didn't notice any abnormality. It's just a kind of light restraint, which puts his body in a slightly tense state, and there is more flexibility and lightness that a person can hardly appreciate after middle age.
He subconsciously raised his strength, and without using his hands, his body stood up naturally; the hand that was free was emptied, and the flames closed inside, and there seemed to be a slight crackling sound in the air.
President Song was a little afraid to move: "This, so powerful?"
Ronan shook his head and made a gesture to Long Qi, who was looking over with his eyes wide open, as if he was seeing an incredible dream.
It wasn't until Ronan snapped his fingers that this one woke up like a dream.
"what?"
"The equipment is limited, share it." Ronan clicked on the huge metal suitcase beside the dragon's seven feet with his chin, and motioned him to take it to Mr. Song.
"Obviously you asked me for it."
Long Qi mumbled in his throat, but he didn't dare to disobey the order. He picked up the suitcase, which was the field installation platform of the Deep Blue Walker exoskeleton armor, walked a few steps over, and put the box at the feet of President Song.
Mr. Song was completely dumbfounded.
But in the next second, a small half-person-height metal suitcase bounced automatically with a sound of "snaking". The cleverly designed metal component popped out of the box under the attraction of some kind of magnetic force, and was firmly attached to his calf. , And then locked.
"Hey!"
Mr. Song was shocked, his arm swayed, but it only played a role in stabilizing the balance, and he was put on the installation platform.
Complicated and highly modularized standard armor, in accordance with the established procedure, is adsorbed one by one like flowing water, enclosing him.
Soon, no one in the cargo hold could see Mr. Song's expression again. Only saw a serious dark blue walker standing there. It took more than ten seconds before he tried to bend and stretch his arms, legs and feet, awkwardly adapting to everything.
Ronan turned to Cui Da: "Take him."
The latter was stunned, but quickly awakened. After answering, he remembered to greet Xu Er. The two put on their helmets again, put on their lower armors, and started teaching work mode.
The armor on Mr. Song's body was originally a spare armor for their team, and various settings were readily available.
Cui Da is the captain again, plus a teaching mode, it is easy for Song to understand how to follow and how to cooperate.
In fact, these are nothing.
Even with the auxiliary power system, there is no combat module loaded, but the ability to wear hundreds of kilograms of armor and make movements at a glance, proves that Song Guoyang, the current President Song, does have the basic ability to control the Deep Blue Walker.
This kind of exoskeleton driver certification is not something that can be achieved by taking a test of a certificate and having the strength.
So, is he already a Burner?
Although Mr. Song's awkward maneuverability is far from dazzling with the "props demonstration" link, it is more shocking.
In a blink of an eye, it was the stage of force exertion. Under the guidance of Cui Da, this one-time seemingly light jab directly dented the inner wall of the cargo hold, and there were obvious burn marks near the dent.
President Song couldn't help it anymore and let out a cry of extreme excitement.
The live broadcast room is really going crazy:
"What really is the Burner without modification?"
"It's only a few minutes before and after, hello!"
"What is the meaning of practice?"
"The previous reaction was overwhelming... is it weird? It's proved to be manageable on the beach of Techeng!"
"How can he be the same as the passers-by who just pulled over!"
"It's because of the "skin", right? It's like the legendary transcendent card?"
The audience is still speculating wildly that Ronan is already conducting a "after-sales return visit":
"It's okay, right?"
President Song was probably still in disbelief. It took two or three seconds before he pronounced again, but there was a trembling air, which was an almost irrepressible laugh? Or gasping for excitement?
Finally, Mr. Song issued recognizable words and sentences:
"Unbelievable, unbelievable!
"I, am I capable?
"This power..."
It seems that he is still not used to it, Ronan simply gestured to please.
Mr. Song turned around twice and suddenly jumped up. With a weight of over half a ton of armor, he easily jumped to the height of his head touching the top of the cargo hold.
This obstacle did not interfere with his momentum, and then he made another strenuous blow, and forcibly smashed a section of the stacked container into a depression nearly half a meter deep.
This cabinet was originally not opened due to its relatively high position, but now the cabinet doors are leaked, and frozen products are falling down.
The loss that was enough to make President Song heartbroken, now makes him even more excited. It can't be blocked by a layer of armor. After landing, he jumped again, panting and laughing:
"Miracles, miracles!"
Ronan shook his head slightly: "It's a far cry."
"No, no, I'm fine, very good!"
"It's a far cry... and, it's not much better." Ronan made a negative certification again.
He no longer gave President Song time to realize himself:
"This is a plan based on the current universal body structure of human beings on Earth. Because of the high-energy environment created by the plan itself, the original structure of the human body is actually an irreversible pressurization process, which is an evolution of allowing the body to adapt to an extremely special environment.
"The stage before the formation of the furnace can be called'internal repair', which is a gradual process.
"But when it comes to the'melting furnace' stage, the furnace body is 10% complete, without regrets, and its nature is not that it cannot be changed, but the ensuing high-energy and high-pressure environment forms the deepest connection with the human body structure.
"The furnace body depends on the human body to form, and the human body needs the furnace body to improve.
"Lost this environment is like those deep-sea creatures, fished out from the depths of the sea, is basically a dead word."
Mr. Song froze there, he felt he understood:
"I, I understand, this plan, I mean this ‘skin’, don’t take it back, I’ll buy it! Any money is fine..."
"You do not understand."
Ronan shook his head again: "The real trouble is that in this pressurization process, mobilizing the human body's potential stimulated will inevitably involve re-expression at the gene level.
"This is a delicate task. Any instability at the genetic level may lead to serious consequences.
"In the internal repair stage, it seems that you can use the interactive interference of mental substances to take tricks. But once tricks are taken, those unstable factors may be missed. After the furnace body is formed, unpredictable consequences will occur.
"It’s nothing more than the usual ones. That kind of rotten fragments, I mean'aberrant genes.' This kind of thing that particularly likes and especially requires a high-energy environment, once inserted into the human gene sequence, it has the conditions for expression. In the same pressurization process, it can be determined that it will inevitably be more active and more adaptable than the original human genes.
"That is to say, in such an environment, there is a high probability that the'distortion' will come before the expression of the genes evolved by the real individual.
"Do you get me?"
"me……"
This time Mr. Song seemed to understand a little bit, but he would rather not understand.
Ronan didn't expect his answer, and continued: "So, my plan must be applied to people who are not contaminated by aberrations-the supercode is the aberrant gene fragments that do not have the conditions for expression.
"Otherwise, we must first solve the pollution problem, or we must redesign and break the priority in the high-energy environment. How to solve it is a more complex area, and I have no particularly good ideas for the time being."
The visor of the Deep Blue Walker blocked the outside view. Most people couldn't see Song Zong's expression, but it didn't make sense to Ronan:
"President Song, this is a very difficult thing. For every more people who are polluted, the degree of difficulty will double...really, don't lie to you."
Mr. Song did not respond, but took a step back subconsciously.
Ronan sighed, and the topic suddenly turned back to a question related to President Song: "You have admitted before that you have done a'replacement' related to the distortion property. The specific process is not well understood, but..."
He rubbed his fingers again, the second gray hair belonging to Mr. Song, drifting down, the dirty water balloon smoke gathered on the ground, and another round of differentiation and growth began.
"I don't know the reason for the design of the scheme, or the level of the operator. Just like the countless ‘dirty people’ you have created, you are actually no exception."
"I……"
Mr. Song still wanted to speak, but the sound of the "deal" from his teeth completely overwhelmed the voice. The light outside his body was shaking, seemingly brilliant, but the warning light was illuminated in the dark blue walker's armor, representing the driver's Abnormal state.
Darkness in the cargo hold again.
The filthy smoke diffused again. This time, at the beginning, there was a flickering flame in the middle, reflecting a vague outline, still vaguely human. But between light and dark, you can see the hideous and ugly details.
"The ideal plan may not produce the ideal result...because the reality has been ruined by you!"
With a howl, the terrifying humanoid monster, wrapped in smoke, rushed towards Song Zong.
President Song screamed again, collided with the humanoid monster, and was instantly thrown to the ground. The two sides rolled on the ground and twisted into a ball.