Long Live the Counterattack

For genetic new humans such as Griffin, Jonathan, Remiga, Josiah, and Little Eric, the mecha had already guessed it.

But I didn't expect that the large mecha would be released so soon and made public.

They know the inside story.

Calm performance.

The large mecha is a super big pit, and whoever falls will die.

Without smart helmets and super engines as the basic guarantee for operation and driving, no matter how much money is thrown into the project of large mechas, it is a waste of effort. The reason why the Taohua'ao base is so awesome that they dare to mount large mechas is because they have an omnipotent Mr. Wood who transplants the intelligent operating system for the manipulating mechas in competitive games to the actual mecha manipulation and has achieved success ... Without this, no one would dare to imagine the consequences of using a steering wheel or other handles to manipulate the mecha.

As for the mecha, is it a big toy?

It depends on the engine.

There is no super engine that can make it move freely and put it into actual combat. Even if the mech is built, it will always be just an expensive big toy!

Taohuaao Silver Oak Association.

Paul, the core member of the Dongshan Hawkeye team, walked in slowly.

The expression is a bit tired.

He ordered a cold beer, sat down and took a sip before relaxing a little.

In the past few days, because of the appearance of large mechas, he had to suspend the progress of the "kung fu" project that was denounced by his superiors as nothing. Letting the dog expelled made him so salty that he was exhausted physically and mentally.

He missed the days when he followed Nuonuo and the others every day, pretending to be kung fu lovers, asking for news.

That was the happiest part of his life experience.

unfortunately.

Since the last attack.

Nuonuo and her senior sister stopped talking to any crooked nuts.

They became wary and unwilling to talk to strangers, fearing that they would fall into some trap again. In addition, Paul knew that his performance at the beginning had chilled the other side's heart and completely closed the door of his friends. Yes, he doesn't even have the qualifications to be friends now. Nuonuo and her senior sisters would refuse to do anything with him as soon as they saw him.

Paul really wanted to listen to Nuo Nuo scolding herself loudly.

But obviously it is impossible for the other party to do that.

She just ignored herself.

"Young man, are you broken in love?" The Johnson investigating the strengthening potion suddenly sat down next to Paul. While ordering a glass of brandy, he grinned at Paul and said: "The whole Dongshan is beaming, like a person with your expression. Not much! Listen to me, there is nothing terrible about being broken in love. You only need to see the essence of a woman. Forgive me, maybe she is the best girl in the world in the eyes of lovers. Innocent boys treat her as pure and flawless. The goddess, the goddess is high and unattainable, but she may lie in the arms of different men every night..."

"Maybe yours is very suitable for others, Johnson, this kind of poisonous chicken soup is the best drink for those first brothers who are broken in love, but I am not broken in love." Paul waved his hand.

"Paul, the word broken love has been written on your forehead!" Johnson laughed.

"You really misunderstood, I really didn't lose love." Paul rolled his eyes.

"Well, my friend, let's make a toast for you not being broken in love." Johnson raised the glass to Paul.

Paul picked up the glass and touched him.

Take a sip of beer.

Paul resisted asking Johnson about the investigation process of the potentiation medicine. He knew that there were so many ears here, and the slightly outrageous words might be heard by someone who was interested, so he asked a popular topic: "Johnson, do you think large mechas can really do? Do you rule the next era? Genes and mechas. Almost everyone is saying that this is an invincible combination. What do you think?"

Johnson shook his head unexpectedly by Paul: "My point of view is that a weapon is always a weapon. It doesn't matter which weapon is used, what matters is who those who use the weapon are!"

Paul agrees with this point of view in his heart, but on the surface he rebuts disapprovingly: "Give the primitive a mecha, are they important?"

Johnson chuckled: "The Special Forces in Taohuaao are not primitive people. In fact, I think the project you followed is quite interesting. Let me tell you this. Paul, this is what I say in my heart, except for you, no matter who I am. I have never told him. I think the project I followed only determines the lower limit of one person, but the project you followed can determine the upper limit of a person..."

"What's your basis?" Paul was taken aback when he heard it, because this was the conclusion he had recently reached.

"I watched the video you made." Johnson took a sip from his wine glass: "I have to say that the Zulong people know how to hide themselves. If you don't see it with your own eyes, who knows the little girls who look weak and weak? The veteran powerhouses who have cultivated more than a dozen big men and even the old genetic potion Golden Water have been beaten down! Their strength has exceeded the level of ordinary genetic warriors. I think that their strength is not necessarily at least not the strengthening potion. Or the improvement of their physical fitness brought by genetic medicine, can you understand what I said? They have studied the project you followed, and they are born with a very high upper limit. There should be many people like them. And there is an inseparable relationship with that one! Paul, your vision is right, you have found the most critical part of the problem, but those pigs don’t pay attention to your proposal and always focus on those weapons. The weapons are indeed It is very powerful, but it needs people to drive it. The stronger the driver, the more powerful the weapon. The focus is on people, not weapons. This is my conclusion."

"Johnson, I agree with you 100%." ​​Paul resonated with a confidant in his heart. He raised the cup, showing that the shiny dark-skinned Johnson motioned: "You are the smartest and most visionary I have ever seen. Black buddy, cheers!"

"You are also the most infatuated white buddy I have ever seen!" Johnson laughed.

"Please, I'm not broken in love..." Paul cried awkwardly, and then laughed at himself: "Have you ever seen a broken love that is doomed to fail before it starts?"

"If I were that girl, I might have slobbered on your face, Mr. Paul, you behaved too professionally."

"Don't mention that, you tell me, what can I do?"

"I can't rush up and stand in front of my sister to be a three-second hero, but I will at least yell. Compared with you, my professional quality is a little bit worse. I am not allowed to see my favorite girl. Even if you were attacked, you still insisted on live broadcast on the news front. Paul, who was so calm and cruel, did you know how many people scolded you over there? Countless people said that you were ashamed and thrown to Dongshan from the American continent. If they knew your address, Maybe someone will just break out and beat you up!" Johnson shrugged: "Your boss sent you to the mecha project. I have to say it is an extremely appropriate'protection'. Although he didn't mean that, but finally Save your face!"

"Well, then I forgive my boss." Paul sighed, and he took the glass and drank it.

After paying the bill.

He stood up and prepared to leave.

Johnson suddenly stopped Paul, with a little smile in his eyes, and sent out an invitation: "Would you like to join hands? Paul, I like your calmness. I need a companion who is calm and scares me, how about?"

Paul shook his head and smiled with a little self-deprecating smile: "Forget it, thank you, it's enough for me to do such cruel things in life once!"

Johnson did not force Paul, and nodded: "My project is about to yield results. If you change your mind, come and find me at any time. With all due respect, Paul, the project with you, the water is a hundred times deeper than you think. , I don’t know much deeper than this project I’m talking about. It’s useless if you are calm. You are not in that circle, it’s hard to get the core content... Maybe you don’t like to listen, but my advice is, it’s best Stay away from those dangerous projects, because there are often dangers in those projects that no matter how smart the brain is!"

"Thank you, I am now a member of another project, and the dangerous project has left me!" Paul smiled brightly and waved goodbye to Johnson.

Johnson shook his head straight.

As if seeing a piece of precious porcelain falling down from the top of a tall building.

Little Eric sat in where Paul was, and took Martini and took a sip: "A young man who is easy on the surface but extremely stubborn at heart, isn't it?"

Johnson nodded when he heard the words, then turned around and looked at little Eric: "You have foreseen his death?"

Little Eric waved his hand immediately: "No, I just think he is a pretty good young man!"

"If your Mayflower team wants to grab people in the Apocalypse team, you should move a little faster, it's best to let Josiah come forward." Johnson suddenly became serious: "Although I have no foreseeability, I think he is already very dangerous! The investigation is going deep into the core content of the person who is fully covering up. Maybe the project he followed is the key to truly opening his mind~www.wuxiaspot.com~ The district reporters and the whole live broadcast method can not save his life... "

"Do you also think that the project Paul was with is the key to opening your mind?" Little Eric was silent: "It's not that I don't want to shoot. Paul doesn't trust me and Josiah."

"Since there is nothing you can do, let him go, someone will do this!" Johnson glanced at little Eric: "I don't agree with you and Josiah that much, but I know you are only People who live to the end, no matter right or wrong, you can persist to the end. I’m afraid Paul and I don’t have much time."

"Do you want to help?" Little Eric heard the words and immediately looked at Johnson: "Is there anything I can help?"

"Thank you, I just said that someone has to do something, it can be Paul or me... Besides, I've lived long enough, I'm content!" Johnson touched his diamond ears Nailed, his thick lips clicked, and then he grinned: "If you want to say help, I really have a favor!"

"Okay, you said." Little Eric looked at Johnson seriously.

"If I really get evaporated, can you and Josiah drink a glass of brandy for me here today next year?" Johnson said his request.

"No problem." Little Eric nodded slowly.

"I think the ten-year-old Remy Martin is worth a try." Johnson specifically recommended.

"Of course." Little Eric raised his eyebrows, he looked at the wine glass, and then at Johnson, who was quietly waiting for a reply: "In any case, Josiah and I will make a drink for you!"

Johnson gave little Eric a thumbs up.

He grinned silently and finished paying the wine bill.

Leave slowly.