A Grunarwald district of Berlin, hidden deep in the forest inside the Junkers factory.

In the underground production area of the factory, dozens of technicians in white coats are gathering in front of a liquid printer with some trepidation.

The damned Huaxia technician is gone.

They bent over and laughed, flattered him like a student gathered around him, and brought out the best food to entertain.

This technician actually used only a USB flash drive to activate all the equipment.

"Why don't Behemoth Industries just put the USB flash drive in an envelope and mail it over?"

"Why didn't they just activate it in Huaxia and then ship the device over?"

"Why are they adding functional restrictions to their devices?"

"Alas~" Karen, the eldest in the team, sighed, "How ridiculous the machine tool industry, which we are so proud of, in front of this liquid printer. There is no need to worry about this problem, in fact, many of the machining centers we sold to Huaxia in Germany are limited in terms of physics and software. Now others are making restrictions, and the starting point is actually the same as ours. ”

"Start testing right away, and please take notes. ”

When it came to work, the technicians present immediately changed their expressions and entered a serious state of work. They returned to the instruments and equipment they needed to be responsible for, checked the wiring and instrument working status for the last time, and even made detailed records of the temperature and humidity around them.

They not only have to do a good job of recording them, they from the field of materials and machinery, but also make comprehensive judgments based on the observation, analysis and recorded data in the testing process, organize the entire process of testing into detailed written information, and finally use their own professional analysis and understanding to explain the whole process.

Only by explaining the working principle of liquid printers, the principle and properties of liquid materials, can they start to carry out subsequent research and imitation work.

The outside world said that the Germans were old-fashioned and dogmatic, and even twisting a light bulb had to be divided into several process steps.

This is a slightly derogatory compliment, but of course the Germans are more old-fashioned than the French and the British, especially in industrial production. It's a pity that with these things alone, it is simply impossible for them to stand on the throne of the pinnacle of world industry.

On the contrary~ China, which they originally looked down on the most, is faintly qualified to replace the United States in the next industrial throne.

Ten minutes later, all the preparations were done.

"The test begins, ask the tester to be in place. Karen, who was in charge of the test mission, nodded at everyone, and then nodded solemnly at the high-definition camera set up in the corner of the dust-free glass room.

A young man who was 1.87 meters tall and wore only a pair of boxer trousers pushed open the bulletproof glass door in the outermost room and strode towards the technicians who were over half a hundred years old.

This young man is not only outstanding in height, with a short hair, a resolute face, and a strong body that the bodybuilding coach can't help but be jealous of. Discus-like pectorals, eight-pack abs neatly arranged below, arms and legs without any excess fat, only explosive muscles.

This is a dust-free work area, and young men are not wearing dust-proof clothing and cannot wear them. So the outside staff applied a layer of special oil on him that can stop the aging skin tissue from falling off, which made him look particularly manly, and his muscles were particularly lined.

"Soldier, are you ready?" Cullen gave him an encouraging look.

"No problem, sir. The soldier replied loudly, the corners of his mouth tightened, betraying the true activity of his heart.

"Okay, the test begins. You don't have to be nervous, there is no risk in this test. Cullen straightened his hand to get a picture of the soldier's head, then led the way through another glass door to the darkroom of the 3D integrated scanning machine.

Although Behemoth Industries did not emphasize this precious 3D scanning device, what kind of room to press in. But Cullen and his team decided to prepare a darkroom for it that could isolate the light waves, so that the light waves it excites would not be disturbed during scanning, and the scanning results would be more accurate.

Of course~ This has nothing to do with ingenuity or anything, it is purely the mood of a Chinese family that has bought a TV for decades and wants to ask a carpenter to make a cabinet for it, which is covered with a layer of embroidered cotton.

This soldier from Germany's elite unit did not receive any advance notice about the content of the test.

No matter how loyal he was, how could a soldier not be nervous and afraid when he was taken to a secret factory hidden in the deep forest, stripped of his clothes, smeared with a layer of grease that he did not understand, and then taken to this secret room that was darker than the military confinement room?

The dark room lit up with a dark green fluorescence, allowing him to barely see the strange industrial equipment in the middle of the dark room......

Looking at the sci-fi equipment that can definitely be pulled to shoot science fiction movies, the soldier instantly thought of "Wolverine", "Captain America", and "The Sandman in Spider-Man". All of these characters have one thing in common, they all have to go through the sci-fi equipment with absolutely no production license before they become superhumans.

The people who also operate these devices insist that the probability of failure in the experiment is super high, and the probability of success is like winning the lottery.

As for the results of the failure......

Drops of cold sweat unconsciously overflowed from the soldier's head.

His loyalty does not mean that he is willing to be casually treated as a "guinea pig" with the risk of death. The fancy world outside is still waiting for him, just with his stature and qualifications, what kind of girl can't soak after retiring?

For a moment, he had in his mind that there was a battle between heaven and man, and he stood out from the elite troops, and as soon as he flashed through his mind, all the checkpoints and defense mechanisms that he had seen and felt when he walked into this factory.

At last he happily came to the conclusion that the factory guards and the old men who could knock them down with a single finger and hang the access card around their necks with a big grin. If you choose to resist, the chances of success are 10,000 times greater than participating in this test.

Having made up his mind, the corner of the soldier's mouth showed a smile that was well hidden in the dark.

As long as you are handcuffed and shackled or something!

Hey~

He stood on the circular platform in the middle, and vaguely there seemed to be a curved metal part circling around him.

"Scan successful!"

An electronic synthesis sound sounded in the darkroom.

"Good...... Okay?" said Karen to the machine.

"It should be fine. Cullen thought the machine was incredibly fast, "Soldier, you can come down." ”

"It's over?"

"Almost. Cullen swiped his magnetic card on the electronic lock in the darkroom, motioning for him to come with him. Karen, who was a little puzzled in his heart, didn't know that he had just walked around the ghost gate.

Of course, this is also related to the fact that soldiers watched too many science fiction movies before they served, if it was really a dangerous test, just find a random lifetime prisoner with no relatives from the prison, how could you waste a soldier who spent a lot of money to train?

Soon, Cullen led the soldier to the dust-free glass room where the liquid printer was located. He was left outside to wait, and through the glass room, he could only see a group of old men in white coats, gathered in front of an even larger, sci-fi physical device.

Then he saw the machine's working indicator light come on, and the old men inside were shaking around the machine as if they were on adrenaline.

Half an hour later, the old men in white coats walked out of the glass room with a set of "hard clothing" similar to his.

At the first sight of this "hard suit", the soldier's eyes were immediately more eager than a prisoner who had been imprisoned for 20 years in prison and saw a girl with a bewitching figure and outstanding appearance on the side of the road after his release.

The "hard garment" they carefully hold is clearly a cool suit with a masculine silhouette that can cover the wearer from the soles of the feet to the top of the head, painted with active jungle spot camouflage.

Every texture, every detail, is filled with amazing detail beauty. The back of the suit, which cannot be seen in full view, has a faint bulging outline of mechanical vertebrae-like parts.

Judging by the virtues of these old men, this suit must be very valuable and advanced.

He instantly guessed that this suit was tailored by the scanning device just now, which scanned the contours of his body.

"Soldier, come with me to the weapons testing area, and you shoot this armor with your firearm. ”

"Well... Good ......" There was a flash of heartache in the soldier's eyes.

In the testing area, this precious battle suit was fixed in front of the blocking bullet plate with dense sensors.

After a 9mm parabellum round, the soldiers and the technicians were petrified.

They hadn't participated in the shooting test conference held by Behemoth Industries, and the text and pictures were not as shocking as they were to witness them, even if they were detailed.

Cullen shuddered, touching the point of impact on his suit that could have been wiped off. After all the technicians had touched it, it was the soldier's turn to touch it.

"Soldier, dare you put on this suit and let us shoot. You can rest assured, we will hit with a fixed shooting mount and will never hit you in the head. Looking at the soldier's salivating eyes, which he couldn't pull out of ten cows, Cullen finally said the last procedure for this test.

Only by personally letting the soldier shoot will he have enough confidence to put on his suit and take the bullet hard.

"Don't, don't use a pistol, use the MP5 submachine gun on the gun rack, the same parabellum bullet, the submachine gun is more powerful!" the soldier's eyes were completely fanatical, and before Cullen could say something slowly, the soldier snatched his armor.

Under the guidance of a technician, the soldier's expression after putting on the armor is more enjoyable than that of a bride who has been single for forty years and finally wears a wedding dress.

"What's it like?" even Cullen looked at him with envy, because when he put on the armor, he was even more handsome and cool than the models on the army propaganda posters.

The perfectly fitting armor outlines his figure to the fullest.

The bionic muscles on the armor seem to come to life, full of infinite power.

"Sir, I think I can fight a hundred enemies. The soldier's voice was more insolent than the muscles of the armor.

"Okay~ you can adjust the angle of the fixed shooting mount yourself. ”

Two minutes later, a crisp submachine gun rang out.

The soldier who had been shot did not move, and it was a full five seconds before he reached out and touched the abdomen where the bullet had hit.

"Taxi... Soldier, tell me about your experience. Karen's voice trembled, and at this moment, he finally understood why the country did not hesitate to pay so many unequal conditions to live the helplessness of the right to produce this set of armor.

Because only by living the right to produce this set of armor will they not fall behind and be beaten.

"Newspaper... Sir, I feel like I've been punched by a six-year-old. The soldier's voice trembled as well.

"I'm asking for a more powerful gun!"

"I'm going to give my all for this test. ”