I have saved so many doomsday goddesses from all over the world

After washing away the sweat all over his body, Wu Mingkong quickly realized something was wrong.

Back pain is inevitable. but……

In surprisingly good condition?

She looked at herself in the mirror, and it seemed more and more strange to her.

I’m not wearing any makeup or beauty treatments, so how could this happen?

This moist skin, this faint healthy blush!

What about the crow’s feet that you’re trying so hard to cover up at the corners of your eyes? Why is it missing?

Even the bags under the eyes caused by working late at night all year round are gone?

Even the slightly protruding belly is tucked away?

Faintly, there seemed to be complex and delicate lines glowing on it.

Wu Mingkong was in a trance, feeling as if he was back at his peak when he was 18 or 20 years old?

Her thoughts moved slightly and Hao Hao flicked her wrist.

The delicate hairpins taken off after bathing slowly floated in the white palms.

"...!!"

She couldn't wait to find Chen Yu, "What did you do to me? Why did this happen!"

Chen Yuzheng clasped his hands and supervised the assembly of Transformers cells into a light mecha that was about 3 meters tall in front of him.

The overall body is silver-white and streamlined, with sharp angles protruding from the joints of the head and limbs.

Bright red parts are the finishing touch on the arm armor, leg armor and exaggerated shoulder ornaments.

He turned around and smiled when he heard this, "You've come just in time. Want to test drive my replica Cleaner exoskeleton?"

Wu Mingkong climbed onto the mecha with curiosity and his thoughts moved slightly.

Clear machine sounds sounded one after another, and the components of her limbs and body fit tightly together to wrap her up.

Her voice was muffled in her headgear: "The windows of the eyes are too narrow, which is very detrimental to combat."

Chen Yu patiently taught: "Don't look with your eyes. Try to immerse yourself in it and use your spiritual energy to drive this mecha. This is the ability you just awakened."

Then he taught the president's aunt the experience Kishimoto Megumi gave back during training at the base.

The Cleaner's mech has very few Transformers cells embedded into it. It can only perform limited transformations in the weapon department, and cannot transform into an aircraft in the blink of an eye like Starscream.

Of course, the body of the pilot inside the mecha does not support this approach.

Wu Mingkong staggered as he controlled the mecha and walked out of the warehouse to the testing site.

It attracted scientific researchers and soldiers who were as busy as ants around to stop and watch.

Wu Mingkong controlled the mecha with the excitement of a little girl. He quickly became familiar with it and was able to make smooth tactical movements.

Very simple! Just imagine that the mecha is an extension of your own body!

She picked up the matching 20mm Gauss rifle and blew the target to pieces.

Another nearly two-meter-long ion light blade popped up, neatly cutting the alloy steel column into two sections.

The onlookers let out low exclamations.

Wu Mingkong asked Chen Yu through the communication channel, "I always have a feeling that I can fly?"

"There is a vector nozzle on the back of the mecha, which allows it to fly short distances. Take your time and take your time."

Two light blue jets spurted out from behind the silver mecha, raising dust all over the earthy ground.

The machine rose into the sky and circled back and forth in the air.

"WOW, handsome!" His Excellency the President, who always keeps his emotions and angers secret, rarely laughed heartily.

After landing, the excited blush on his cheeks had not yet faded, and Wu Mingkong subconsciously wanted to throw himself into the little guy's arms.

He glanced at the applauding subordinates around him and then gave up in frustration.

This amazing boy! Simply beyond human.

The shelves of the production and R&D base were set up within two days. The black technology used is blacker than that of Omega Company!

He gave himself endless surprises one after another, and even fulfilled his childhood dream of mechas.

The President feels that he, who has always been rational, seems to have fallen into the palm of this guy and cannot escape...

The subordinates did not notice the abnormality of their immediate boss at all, and they all came up to ask the boss about the technical parameters.

The most concerning thing is the mecha's defense and endurance.

The high-strength alloy used to make mechas is a formula obtained by the Academy of Sciences after analyzing the remains of demons. It is one of the few results they can produce. It has certain defense against kinetic energy weapons and high-energy rays.

It's just "certainly". Chen Yu is personally not satisfied with this.

He didn't think much of the Decepticons' physical strength either.

"It is still necessary to equip a psychic shield." He concluded on the spot.

Academician Zhao, who is already willing to be his deputy, reminded: "As a result, the battery life may be further compromised."

The mech itself can be regarded as the pilot's psychic amplifier. It uses metal hydrogen batteries for power.

Even a metal hydrogen battery with incredible energy density can only support the mecha to fight at full power for half an hour.

If you need to open the shield and use heavy weapons such as plasma cannons, the battery life will be less than half an hour.

You can't tie the cables to the dry frame like EVA, right?

That picture is terrifying just thinking about it!

Chen Yu pondered, "Maybe I can think of a way to make the battery charge itself..."

From Academician Zhao on down, scientific researchers have all fallen into sluggishness.

"It can't be done, right? Isn't that a perpetual motion machine?"

“What about conservation of energy?”

Chen Yu shrugged.

Science can't do it, magic can help!

Is psionic energy itself magic?

"Let me develop this. As for the details of the weapon system and tactical innovation, I leave it to you."

Wu Mingkong ignored the technical details they discussed and just stayed aside to think.

She discovered a major problem:

Chen Yu stimulated his spiritual awakening through intense football matches.

Does that mean that all the mecha pilots our side needs have to play happily with him?

Horrible images flashed through her mind.

Don't want this kind of thing...

From a rational point of view, if this is necessary, she should implement the driver selection as soon as possible and then beg Chen Yu's father to cooperate.

The sooner you can "produce" as many drivers as possible, the better your side's chances of winning.

but……

Fuck your dad's rationality! She really can't accept it!

She pulled Chen Yu into the office and banged him on the wall.

"Use your smart mind to think of a way to get the best of both worlds, I won't allow this!"

Wu Mingkong threatened the brat viciously.

In Chen Yu's opinion, it seemed like he was acting coquettishly.

He couldn't help but sigh.

How come someone who is as smart and sensible as the President has also become a love brain.

Could it be that old houses really catch fire and burn quickly?

"I have the ability to clone myself. I can do this and this..." he explained in the president's ear.

Wu Mingkong was still confused.

Even this is not good!

After that damn desire for exclusivity is aroused, it's really hard to control!

Chen Yu had no choice but to change the subject: "Well, tomorrow you will receive the Russian envoy, dress like this..."

Wu Mingkong's eyes widened, "Crazy, it's too inappropriate to pretend to be young in a diplomatic situation!"

"but I like it."

"All right……"

A hint of mischievous excitement flashed through Wu Mingkong's embarrassed eyes.

You know how to play, little guy.