Chapter 313: Oak Engine (Part 2)

Thieves like to sneak around at night, while blue-faced thieves enjoy sneaking more than most.
After sunset, Harazi brought the blue-faced ghost to meet the idea, a rubbing his chin, a mean look, a dirty blue face to help the boss, also thieves, blue-faced ghosts are all thieves, blue-faced ghosts in the waste city It's more scammer, but this blue face is the most scammer guy I've ever seen, which means he has some means.
This guy couldn't stand firmly when he entered the workshop, and moved from one foot to the other, his hands kept stretching in his pockets, his eyes seemed to be able to poke things, take them away and hide them in his mouth. .
The first time, the idea changed the suspicion of the wrench he lost two days ago to him.
"It's him, Inkak, the only Ouke who can bring you good things."
Hara said this, but the idea was still in doubt.
"is it?"
"Yes, yes, yes, I am the best!"
The guy patted his chest with confidence, but he didn't look at the idea of ​​the guy's eyes. There was an ironic tone in his tone, and his voice was very harsh.
"Okay, you got a job."
He always hates sneaky blue-faced thieves, but they have some use tonight.
"You know what I want."
"Are you sure? It's a dangerous job. It's a lot of money to sneak into the of bad eyes and touch their stuff."
"How many?"
"Two hundred! Old rules, pay one hundred first, and then pay one hundred after finishing!"
The punk guy rolled his eyes, and he was about to put a few hot briquettes into this guy's mouth to let him know what was the end of nonsense.
"Are you crazy!? Two hundred to steal a tatter?"
"That's not broken, I heard that it was a terrific treasure, and there are other mechanics who helped me steal it, but they are poor and can't afford the price. I heard Hara said that you came from a broad lord."
The clapper glanced at the guy with the missing arm. The other side immediately avoided his sight and started whistling.
"Are you sure you can steal it."
"Of course! If I can't do it, then the waste city, no! The whole Ok, no one can steal it!"
"I hope your confidence is worth the price."
As one of Guk’s
master
tycoons, the idea guy is indeed richer than the average kid, or even the boss, because he obtained a lot of materials through certain powers, including secretly when making equipment for Guk. Those who have been saved have given him a net worth that most kids can't imagine, which is one of the reasons why he dared to take over such a big project.
As he greeted him, his deputy carried a large bag, and after Incac could not wait to open it, it was full of fresh teeth.
"When is the fastest?"
"At the latest until the sun comes out tomorrow, I will definitely deliver it to you!"
The Idea Guy had been waiting for the whole night. He sat on the workbench, looking at the brightly illuminated steel colossus in the distance, imagining what it looked like when it roared.
His eyelids gradually became heavy, and it seemed that he really got some kind of roar from the depths of his soul.
It was unclear what this was, but the voice kept echoing in his mind, and he kept repeating it until he unconsciously uttered it.
"Mork..."
A large shoving hand dragged him out of the hazy dream. He turned his head and saw that it was his deputy, looking in the direction of the other person's finger. Inkak was already standing in the workshop.
There is also the mysterious geometric metal.
After sending away the blue-faced thief with a hundred teeth, the idea guy laughed for a long time. He and other mechanics lay on top of the thing and understood its purpose within seconds.
Buttocks came to them endlessly, and the workbenches were filled with various pieces.
The mechanics started working all night, and their enthusiasm exceeded the temperature of the forest.
The other Oaks were fighting or guzzling, the mechanics didn't, none of the weird guys, all the switches in their heads were turned on-doctors, breeders, mechanics and the rest, they were highly active.
The mechanics sawed and knocked, welded and screwed.
The idea of ​​the idea guy formed a big vortex, and he instinctively grasped the bubbles emerging from it, which was the sudden burst of inspiration.
He couldn’t say clearly what he knew, and he didn’t really understand it. He just knew that his fingers worked without thinking, and combined machines that he didn’t fully understand. Like other people, mechanics rarely communicate In the state of being happy and hard working, all of them are moving in one direction.
The next day, the idea guy installed his energy converter, and he adjusted slightly in the belly of the idol until the propelling rays crossed correctly and accurately.
The little sun ignited in its reactor, the sizzling steam of the triple magnetic power engine kept it stable, and the farts looked nervous, but it persisted, and there were no explosions or other more dangerous situations, which made the idea very interesting. Happy and help him forget his sore arm, he is busy lifting it.
"Low-purity copper compounds should have stronger resistance..."
His deputy said this in a way that he didn't understand, but the idea of ​​the idea sounded reasonable, so he reached out to get a better wire.
But soon he changed his mind and began to piece together a cooling system from the pieces of broken garbage for the main power line of the fusion equipment to the secondary system.
A mechanic blew his whistle while he was welding, and skillfully made useless large pieces of metal into an intricate device, and then slammed it with a hammer a few times, so he had a gearbox.
In the middle of the night, the colossus shell was bathed under the lamp, various machinery heard loud noises and chirps, and a large group of crazy boys gathered around the fence.
On other nights, they talked nonsense, either performing their own unique rituals, or shaking and mooing there, occupied by fanaticism, and praying to the idol in their own crazy way.
However, tonight they are quiet, they can feel its coming, they can feel that some kind of spirit is preparing to lodge in the metal shell of the idol.
The Oaks were shattered by their fragmented, inexplicable knowledge, and they were shining inexplicably with enthusiasm~EbookFREE.me~When the idea guy climbed to the top deck on his head, the final welding continued.
Mao Ball was there, directing the other dwarfs, the adjutant lying lazily on the chair on the shoulder of the Colossus, and a huge rocket launcher hanging beside him.
The pervert kid's cigarette holder was chattering on the seat that controlled the cannon. The punk guy wasn't very sure about letting the neuropathy get a gun, but they didn't have time to find a suitable Ok, so he was either a fart.
"All done?"
He used roaring instead of speaking.
"Yes, boss,"
Mao Qiu responded that the other fart oilers were polishing, and applied the thick scrub oil to everything.
"Okay, now you go to the tower, pay attention to those blue-faced ghosts!"
"Yes!"
Mao Qiu made a proud little salute and hurried away.
"The engine is ready?"
The idea guy shouted down through the speech tube.
"Yes, the reactor is burning, and the sun in the bottle below has a big history, I can press the switch immediately,"
Two hundred teeth really hurt him, but when he looked around the finished top deck, he knew it was worth it, it was so beautiful.
"Alright alright."
He clapped his hands together.
"Good boys, it's time to test drive this Mao Brother King Kong!"
"That's the name?"
His lieutenant seemed confused.
The idea stopped and he began to think.
"Yes……"
He only thought for a few seconds, then the enthusiasm rose.
"Why not? Brother Ma Kong, it's good, I like it, concise."
The idea of ​​Ideas is undergoing a deeper change. Its mechanic thinking is quickly disappearing, obscured by a green sun.
Don’t be stingy if you have a ticket! ! !