The next morning, the fat man rummaged through the warehouses of the institute and finally found a strange machine. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info Leng Xiling told the fat man that there is a prototype of the virtual battle system in the Fat Man Research Institute, and if he wants to use it, he can take it, but he thinks that this thing in front of him can't be wrong.

To put it bluntly, this machine is a simulated cockpit, with a streamlined production process full of science and technology. It's possible that it's been left in the warehouse for too long, and a shallow layer of ash has fallen on the cockpit.

Moving the simulated cockpit back to his room, the fat man found that the small room of a few square meters could not fit such a big guy at all. The extremely depressed fat man was stunned for a while, but still knocked on Leng Xiling's laboratory door with the cockpit.

It took a long time for Leng Xiling to open the door.

It was not yet six o'clock in the morning, and Leng Xiling was sleeping soundly when he heard someone knocking on his door outside the laboratory. Leng Xiling impatiently got out of bed to open the door, but when she saw from the camera that the person standing outside was a fat man, she took a broom again.

The door to the laboratory opened, but the people who rushed out were banging on the fat man.

"I'll go, help!" The fat man wanted to hide, but Leng Xiling chased and beat him fiercely. The broom was waved constantly, bringing all the dust from the ground to the sky.

A researcher walked out of the cafeteria with a cup of coffee, but fled when he saw the scene of chickens flying and dogs jumping in front of him.

The fat man simply sat on the ground and didn't hide, Leng Xiling didn't have the interest to fight now, but just crossed his hands and asked, "You don't want to look at what time it is, is there anything like you?" There is an accessor next to it, why knock on the door? ”

"Uhh You're going to hit me twice? ”

"Humph!" Leng Xiling raised the broom and threw it at the fat man, then turned around and returned to the laboratory.

Seeing that Leng Xiling didn't close the door, he picked up the cockpit and... The broom followed in.

The door to the lab slowly closed, and a group of researchers poked their heads out from every corner. The deserted researcher was among them, but he was now as gloating as the rest of the crowd.

Leng Xiling sat on a swivel chair angrily and stared at the fat man viciously.

Fat man, this is the second time he has entered Leng Xiling's laboratory. Although the area of this private laboratory is not large, although the sparrow is small, it can not only conduct experimental research, but also Leng Xiling's bedroom next to it. The bedroom is on a high ground and requires a flight of stairs.

"What the hell is going on with you?" Leng Xiling's anger was still a little uncut, and there was still a little anger in his words.

"Hey, Miss." The fat man quickly changed into a courteous look, "I didn't want to try this... Virtual battle system, but my room is too small to fit in! ”

"So you came to me?"

"That's right." The fat man replied logically.

"I..." Leng Xiling's anger surged up again, but when he saw the fat man's aggrieved look, he wanted to laugh a little, "Forget it, I don't have much spare space, let's move the cockpit to that corner." ”

Sure enough, there was a small open space in the corner of the laboratory, and the fat man couldn't help but sigh that a small open space was almost as big as his entire room.

"I'm going to sleep, remember, if you dare to disturb my sleep...."Leng Xiling said with a smile, | I'll destroy you! ”

Such dangerous words were paired with a beautiful smile, and the fat man wanted to tremble unconsciously.

"I.... I promise not to disturb you. ”

Leng Xiling stepped on the steps and went back to the bedroom to sleep, and the fat man looked at the guy at hand and immediately started moving.

The installation of the cockpit is very simple, because it is a prototype, which saves a lot of installation time. After a few minutes, the fat man had completely assembled the cockpit.

Plug it in, and the cockpit slowly spins. The streamlined design flashes a little bit of blue light, and as the blue light continues to flow, the fat man lies in the cockpit.

I didn't feel much when I first stepped into the cockpit, but when the instrument connected to the fat man's nerves, everything around me changed.

Everything in front of him fell into darkness, and maybe for half a second or a moment, a login screen appeared in front of the fat man's eyes. Because only soldiers and cadets can use the battle system, the login system is naturally used to log in to the soldier number or student number.

Enter a string of character code on your identity card, and after verifying your identity, the fat man really enters the system.

This system is suitable for 1v1 mech battles, but it is divided into four levels. Level 1 is only applicable to battles between sixth-generation mechs, Level 2 is applicable to seventh-generation mechs, and Level 1 is applicable to eighth-generation mechs. The fourth level is strange, marked with an X symbol, and the introduction says that you can choose any mech in this level to fight.

The fat man couldn't wait to try it first, so he went straight in and chose a match, but a message popped up.

'Your current level privileges are not enough, and you must complete the initial mission in order to be matched. ’

"Damn!" The fat man scolded, but he didn't expect to complete the task first when he matched with others.

In fact, this mission is only for military cadets who have no experience in mecha piloting, and for pilots who have piloted mechs on the battlefield, the initial task can be solved in a short time.

Choosing to enter the mission, the fat man's eyes changed and he came directly to the cockpit of a mecha.

"Yo-he!" The fat man was amazed at how miraculous he felt. After trying to make various moves using the mecha, the fat man was shocked by this realistic sense of operation.

The fat man piloted a nine-meter-high training mecha, which has no weapons, and its greatest usefulness is to familiarize the user with the various operations of the mecha.

The task has been issued, and the first one is to ask the fat man to reach his destination within the time limit.

The destination is relatively far away, although the road is flat, but even the fat man took three minutes. However, the time limit given by the system is a full twenty minutes, which is enough for the fat man to go back and forth several times. That's nothing to a fat guy who is good at escaping.

In the second mission, the fat man needs to pilot the mecha to reach the destination in more complex terrain.

Same destination and same distance, but the terrain is very complex. Sand, rivers, mountains, etc., and the time limit is reduced to fifteen minutes, which requires very delicate maneuvers to complete the task. Of course, this is nothing for the fat man who is good at escaping, and it only took him three minutes.

In the third mission, the fat man will face the left and right flanking attacks of the enemy mecha on the basis of the second mission and arrive at the destination. The enemy used the same training machine, but it was equipped with energy cannons and machine guns, and this time the time limit was reduced to five minutes, but this was nothing to the fat man who was good at escaping, and he still only took three minutes. Not only that, but he also screwed off the heads of all his enemies.

At the same time, countless students and soldiers who are using the virtual battle system to challenge the initial mission are constantly scolding their mother.

"Damn, why is this third task so difficult!"

"Damn, I'm blowing up again!"

"Damn, why can't I pass the first mission......"