Flirting with Alpha will always be punished

Long Yisa stared at Han Shan, his sharp gaze forced him to lower his head to avoid it.

Keynes sideways his hand: "Please."

A group of people formed two teams, followed in the footsteps of Keynes, and boarded a tour bus.

See the big from the small.

MARS Industry has brought the concept of future sense of technology to the extreme. In terms of this tour bus, it uses water as the fuel of the internal circulation power system, which is clean and environmentally friendly, and the flying speed is very comfortable, and it will not be too fast or too slow.

The core industrial park of MARS adopts a pure and transparent model space, and the experiments and tests carried out in each area are completely open without any shelter.

After casually visiting the ongoing design and testing in several weapons laboratories, Long Yisa remained motionless on the surface, but the shock in his heart was beyond ordinary.

As a soldier, all kinds of guns, weapons, ammunition, and giant killers are what he keeps in his hands every day. In order to reduce the casualty rate, he must be familiar with the performance of all weapons.

However, the weapons designed by Keynes's team have completely escaped the space that ordinary people can imagine.

Perhaps the ammunition developed by the factory saved hundreds of lives on the interstellar battlefield one second ago, and the next second the factory's production line can mass-produce better quality ammunition.

In the final analysis one sentence.

The speed of replacement is extremely fast.

If the Gatron shock gun is an unexpected failure, but in a few minutes, MARS Industry will produce more than ten more high-quality substitutes.

The purpose of Keynes' invitation to him is nothing more than this.

Mars is the best.

The canceled orders are nothing more than trifles worth mentioning.

MARS industry is the navigator of the future of the military industry that dominates the Yuntu Empire.

Long Yisa still maintained his composure, while Keynes used the corner of his eye to confirm the psychological changes of the chief executive from time to time.

The psychological tug-of-war between the two was fierce, silent, and long-lasting.

Seeing that the chief executive seemed unmoved, Keynes decided to show his trump card.

Han Shan somehow sensed the master's hint, and retreated a little.

After a while, the main building of the MARS core work area began to rotate, moving from the ground to the ground like a giant Ferris wheel.

Because the entire test area is a pure transparent space, the sunlight is swallowed up little by little, and the building is immersed in endless darkness.

Underground, hundreds of combat mechs are fighting fiercely. The artillery and cold weapons with live ammunition make cruel chopping sounds. Small missiles hit the transparent test area wall, and the explosion makes people feel like they are in a cold battlefield.

All the men who are watching have experienced the baptism of blood and rain, otherwise, when a Cobra missile flew in front of it and exploded, no one would bend down to avoid it.

Keynes snapped his fingers slightly.

The sound insulation is turned on perfectly.

The scene of the mechas fighting each other immediately became like a silent movie, which was uninteresting.

Long Yisa didn't know what trick the other party wanted to play.

Keynes led everyone to a checkered laboratory.

In nearly a thousand small cubicles, more than 50 volunteers from different age groups and different types of work are twisting their limbs inside, dancing like a group of demons.

These people wear virtual goggles over their eyes and a strangely shaped link device on their heads.

Keynes expressed a little interest: "Master Lieutenant General, please see that what these people wear on their heads is actually a kind of nerve conduction link device. This device is a sharp weapon for establishing a nerve conduction connection between individual combat soldiers and high-equipped mechs."

"Assuming that this device is effectively combined with the Wing Brain, it can allow strong fighters to sit thousands of miles away, and can easily fight bloody battles with difficult-to-conquer enemies."

"The advantage of this design is that it greatly improves the survival rate of the soldiers of the empire, and it does not require them to sit in the mech cabin to face death."

Keynes' triumphant introduction echoed in Long Yisa's ears, and he walked to each cubicle alone to browse.

One of the volunteers was a gray-haired old man, who looked at least over 200 years old according to Yuntu's age.

At this moment, the old man's face was flushed, as if it was the neural linker that brought him back to his youthful and passionate state. The remote neural control of his own mecha was killing other mechas.

This feeling is very strange.

The moment when Long Yisa's expression was as cold as winter was a manifestation of his increasingly disapproving mentality.

Keynes clearly caught his negation, skipped all hypocritical embellishments, and spoke bluntly.

"The chief executive doesn't seem to be satisfied."

Long Yisa replied: "As long as this experiment is a little satisfactory, I will listen to it with all my ears."

Keynes said: "The first advantage, I have already said in the foreword."

"Secondly, according to my statistics, there are only tens of thousands of Alphas in Yuntu who can manipulate genetic beasts."

"There are more mediocre people. Is it too cruel to rely on force on the battlefield alone?"

Long Yisa didn't comment, and motioned for the other party to continue.

Keynes definitely wants to continue: "The reason why top Alphas have genetic beasts is because the attack power of the beasts summoned by relying on pheromones can be synchronized with the master's fighting ideas, and the speed of nerve transmission and the link mech can almost synchronized."

"In particular, genetic beasts are restricted according to the genetic power of their masters, and are unique in the world."

"The types of combat mechs can be varied endlessly, and a nervous system can control the entire combat force."

Long Yisa had no choice but to interrupt his Arabian Nights: "As you said, the establishment of a unique link between nerve conduction and mechs is indeed very beneficial, and there is indeed a long-awaited prospect for proper research."

"But the brain nervous system is the weakest in the human body. Whether establishing a connection with the mecha for a long time will cause fatal damage to the nervous system, have you made specific statistics and clearly marked it in your experiment report?"

"Besides, is everyone's nervous system compatible with this device? Or do we need to select a special population with the most developed nervous system to achieve the goal of perfect connection?"

Long Yisa pointed to more than 50 people in the room: "You want to use people of all ages to prove to me that any healthy individual can successfully establish nerve conduction."

"However, according to my observation, these people who participated in the experiment for the first time will not know at all how much their nerve cells will be necrotic after a hearty battle, right?"

Keynes couldn't help shutting up, thinking about Long Yisa's meticulous observation skills, this group of people was indeed recruited only a few days ago.

After all, doing any in vivo experiments requires a certain price.

But he couldn't admit it.

He only smiled and said: "That day at the Dark Slaughtering Star, I saw with my own eyes that the chief lord's gene beast can perfectly integrate with himself."

"Your body and genes are the most enviable part of Quanyuntu, so you never have to consider the feelings of ordinary people."

Keynes looked at Long Yisa's body.

perfect.

Truly a dream of perfection.

If you can have it, you must be able to pay no matter how much it costs.

Long Yisa felt extremely uncomfortable being scanned by his thoughtful eyes, and signaled that the visit would stop here.

Keynes put a copy of the report folder on the research and a newest model of neural linker into an exquisite gift box, handed it to Long Yisa and said: "In any case, at least the Lieutenant General still approves of this experiment. half."

"As the saying goes, the good half is the beginning of success. Please go back and take a look at this experiment report for yourself. Maybe there will be some changes."

Long Yisa did not push back

Zovi accepted the things instead of him.

Wait for Long Yisa and his party to leave for a few minutes.

Only then did an experimenter rush over to report to the president: "That old experimental subject may have suffered a cerebral hemorrhage due to overstimulation of his nerves, and fell to the ground and died."

Keynes had just finished dealing with troublesome people, and his mood was gloomy. He took out the handkerchief in his pocket and wiped his fingertips: "It's not just one or two who died. There are so many untouchables in Yuntu, so deal with them according to the old rules."

Just drag it and let Hanshan eat it.

Tan Xun had been listless for several days, Ai Miye invited him to her new palace, and wanted him to have a taste of her craft.

Originally, I also wanted to call Long Yisa.

But when I think about it, it's still interesting for the two of them to talk together.

Ai Miye's workmanship is good, after Tan Xun praised him, he remembered his unhappiness, and he became a discouraged ball at any time.

Ai Miye somehow sensed that his pheromones were a bit disordered, and immediately picked up the mechanical cane, took the other's arm, and said, "Go for a walk in the royal garden, and maybe you will feel better immediately."

With his company, Young Master Tan's mood naturally improved very quickly.

Star velvet flowers are planted in large areas in many places in the Royal Garden, and the mist-like artificial nozzles take care of these small dots of flowers to be extremely lush.

As soon as he smelled the fragrance of star velvet flowers, Master Tan instantly recovered from his unhappiness.

A group of little O's giggling and laughing pierced through the flowers, making him feel cold again.

Haven't these coquettish spare tires been driven away?

Tan Xun asked: "How are you getting along with Leo?"

Ai Miye's face turned reddeningly red in an instant, and her earlobes were also flushed red, "Just, just, that's it."

Hehehe~ Are you ashamed or not?

Tan Xun scratched his nose, "Do you like Leo?"

Hehehe~ Aimiya grasped the pink spar necklace on her chest tightly, and simultaneously pressed the two buttons on the small pendant box.

Happiness, two buttons, is the meaning of happiness.

Ai Miye seemed to muster up great courage, and leaned on Tan Xun's ear and said, "Leo and I are already asleep."

Tan Xun: Pfft, a mouthful of old blood sprayed three feet high.

Fuck, beast, thunder beast! !

Ai Miye seemed to be full of doubts again: "But I don't seem to feel anything, and I don't know how to make this ball?" Her shoulders drooped slightly, with a hint of helplessness.

Tan Xun deduced from his only little sexual experience three years ago.

Leo is not good.

My little love doesn't even feel anything.

"I guess he is wearing a condom, so he can't make the ball you mentioned." Or it is too short and not long enough.

Tan Xun picked a small bunch of star velvet flowers, weaved them into a beautiful garland, and put them on Amy Ye's golden curly hair, which was so pure and beautiful that it didn't look like a common thing in the world.

Amy Ye asked: "What is a condom?"

Tan Xun coughed: "It's a special protective film to prevent Little Brother Leo from spitting."

Ai Miye was even more surprised: "Andrew is not in good health, I know, but he doesn't spit?"

Fuck, what a simple dialogue.

Tan Xun instantly felt that his mind was full of yellow fertilizer, and couldn't help watering Ai Miye, a pure flower in the world.

"Come on, Brother Tan took out the gully in his chest, and I will give you a popular science knowledge about this."

Holding Amy Yexiang's soft shoulders tightly: "There is such a long and thick thing, and it will become so long and thick when it gets angry."

Tan Xun took Ai Miye's hands and gestured to him.

"It was so angry that it hit you, beat you, hit you repeatedly, beat you repeatedly, and finally, when you cried, it cried too."

Ball is pregnant.

The other party's small face was so frightened that he dared not speak.

"It's horrible, I hope I never get beaten."

Ai Miye was terrified and said: "I just sleep with Leo holding hands, he is very gentle and never hits me, so don't worry Xiao Xun, Leo won't bully me."

"I will have Qiuqiu soon. This is related to the future of Yuntu Empire. Leo and I will work hard."

puff!

Young Master Tan's old blood sprayed three feet away in one gulp.

The future of Yuntu is worrying!

It just so happened that Prince Leo, the legendary chief ball maker, came out to look for Amy Ye, and beside him was an equally handsome red-haired youth.

Without waiting for Leo to shout.

Prince Andrew had already seen Tan Xun, and he stretched out his arms and called out, "Brother Xun! Brother Xun! I'm here!"