Meiman: Assassin Wushuang of a Wizard of Science

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"Come here, let me show you the power of my Iron Beetle V3 armor."

The Iron Beetle rushed directly into the training ground and began to adapt to the environment, while the Imitation Master on the side deliberately stayed in place.

"Oh? Do you have any questions for me?"

"I don't care about anything else, as long as you have the money, I don't have so many requirements."

Imitation Master's voice under the voice changer was still so hoarse and low, but Man Nai could listen to what he said.

"It's okay. It doesn't matter if you try it. As long as you drive faster than me, you can charge whatever price you want."

"Is this true?"

"How about I give you two seconds?"

"It's a word."

Taskmaster put his shield on his back and rushed directly into the training ground, even running in a short track speed skating posture.

"BT, what's going on over there in Latvinia?"

"The data sent back by Dr. Doom shows that the factory has completed a comprehensive analysis, and the castrated version is about to be put into production. The original version also needs the redesign of some special parts. Dr. Doom said that he can complete it in one lunch hour. "

Li Fan nodded and expressed his affirmation. After all, there are still certain difficulties in replicating future technology in modern times, and the theoretical basis is not at the same level.

what?

Why don't you ask Shenjun how to complete the analysis in one lunch hour?

Don't ask, the aura of genius + protagonist is so invincible.

After learning about the progress of his plan, Li Fan began to hum a tune while waiting for the other two people to finish visiting the training ground.

During this period, he also observed the familiarity and smoothness of the two.

The Iron Beetles were scanning and calculating throughout the scene, using their own armor to calculate the optimal solution. They were truly intelligent talents.

To put it bluntly, he is a scumbag who takes off his armor. After all, he can take off his armor and fight against the Mandarin for three or four pages, but this young man is afraid that he will just throw 15.

Taskmaster seems to be more practical.

Rather than the enemy's position, his first consideration was the utilization of the terrain and applicable tactics.

……

After about 10 minutes, both Ironclad and Taskmaster will have completed their observations and are ready to take action.

Moreover, Li Fan's careless look also inspired the two reserve players to be competitive.

The Iron Beetle took the lead and flew directly over in the mecha.

Precision guidance and advance prediction were used throughout the entire process to hit all targets.

But just like Iron Man, the common problem of all hovering flying mechas is that they accelerate too slowly (after all, the terrain is complex and flying at high altitudes is a rush), and the final result was only 31.4 seconds.

"It's not bad, but my computer estimates that the fastest clearance speed is 29.7 seconds. Let me see how you can break it."

"Son, you're still too young."

Taskmaster's hoarse sarcastic voice was clear as he tried each weapon while taunting him.

"The brain is always more reliable than the computer. You may not understand this."

After choosing an EVA-8 shotgun and some grenades, Taskmaster also started racing.

Taskmaster is indeed one of the veteran mercenaries with the strongest overall combat effectiveness.

The ability blessings of Hawkeye and Captain America make him basically full of throwing objects and shooting points.

His anticipatory grenades and over-the-top shooting allowed him to hit all targets quickly and unimpeded, and finally crossed the line quickly.

29 seconds, this is the final time of the Imitation Master.

"My child, you are still too young."

Taskmaster is not a good guy either. Naturally, when he saw that his grades were even better, he started mocking him even more.

And after trying out all the uncastrated weapons, he became more determined to join APEX.

Just kidding, I don't really think he was just testing the gun.

Just from his brief experience with these guns, he knew that the future of IMC was no less than that of the former Stoke Military Industry (now Stoke Enterprise has canceled arms production), and it could only become more powerful.

So he didn't mind suppressing the Iron Beetle more - anyway, he had also mastered the Iron Beetle's fighting method while he cleared the level, and it was definitely impossible to lose in a fight.

"You guy...wait, what are you doing?"

The Iron Beetle originally wanted to fight back at Task Master, but he suddenly discovered that Wuming had directly pulled out the bolt of a grenade and threw it on the ground, and he was holding a grenade that was about to explode in his hand.

"Racing, oh."

As if it was no big deal, Li Fan calmly waved to the two of them.

"You two stand back a little."

boom!

With a loud noise, Li Fan ejected and flew out.

and then?

Then the two top mercenaries began to doubt life.

Newton even began to doubt him.

They watched as the armored warrior began to glide through the sky after the second grenade exploded - but flying was more appropriate.

Is this something a short-distance jetpack can do?

Climb the wall

蹲

jump

Climb the wall

The bunny hop is done in one go, and the continuous shooting of EVA-8 and grenades in the air is also added.

The moment Li Fan crossed the finish line, the 11.8 seconds on the electronic display directly penetrated the perceptions of Taskmaster and Ironclad Bug.

This is like a heifer fucking opening the door for a heifer

It’s awesome. (This paragraph is a collection of Heifer jokes)

"Tsk, it's been too long since I've practiced. I'm 0.1 seconds behind."

Li Fan scratched his head and said something to himself, but the other two could clearly hear him.

ps. The world record is 11.7, and the one of 8.4 is a frame-by-frame operation of the computer.

What, this is still slow?

Taskmaster and Ironclad were psychologically hit hard.

Zaima, if you are troubled by the mysterious side, please ask Newton to return to his soul, thank you.

"So, do you want to consider joining APEX now?"

Li Fan used the projection on the wall to show the pilot armor in Titanfall [-] to the two dumbfounded mercenaries in the form of data and demonstration diagrams (the picture was based on the Iron Man series of movies).

"Wait a minute, tell me first what model you have."

Iron Beetle was a little excited when he saw the high-tech projections on the wall, but his own pride still made him bitch.

"What? What's on me?" Li Fan manually mobilized his own armor information and showed it to the two mercenaries. "I'm just an ordinary rifleman with armor. If you don't believe it, you can take a look."

The data on the projection showed a set of balanced armor, which once again shocked Ironclad and Taskmaster.

Li Fan is naturally not afraid of being stolen if he dares to show it off - after all, 80.00% of the technology inside cannot be restored in modern times. Even if four geniuses (Shi Da Kou, Bruce, Doom, and Richard) study it together, it will probably be inferior. 20.00%.

After all, it is the cutting-edge battlefield technology of the future, so it still needs to be given some face.

"Well, brother Wuming, I just have a question. Can your technology allow me to modify it on my own armor?"

"Yes, if you are willing, I can also ask my technical department (referring to BT, an artificial intelligence) to help you redesign it. By the way, we have five insurances, one housing fund, and a dentist."

"Brother! You will be my big brother from now on!"

The iron beetle shovel hugged Li Fan's thigh and even shouted "Zhen Xiang".

Li Fan started to wonder whether true fragrance was also a conceptual rule at the cosmic level.

"I'm joining too. My only requirement is that these guns are not castrated, and I don't need any armor."

Even though the Imitation Master said this, he also knew that Li Fan couldn't refuse to give it, but he didn't mind being good.

Of course, Li Fan doesn't care about this. He wants to create a legendary pilot mercenary team called APEX.

You mean those castrated versions of apex?

Sorry, I'm really unfamiliar.

"Boy, welcome to IMC, oh no. It should be,"

"Welcome to APEX Legends!"

[Please give me a monthly ticket and a reward of 1500. During the double monthly ticket period, I feel sorry for the poor child]

/(tot)/~~