"This way, this way, be careful!"

"Yes, yes, left to left!"

Perhaps trying to send the plague god away, the first batch of vibranium in Wakanda was sent by an anti-gravity land ship the next day, and then the Wakanda soldiers who drove the boat left the ship and hurriedly got on a flying machine and slipped away.

"Why are you running so fast, and I won't eat you!" The commander of the engineering corps, who was wearing only a pair of athletic shorts, held out the pectoralis major muscles that could trap a person and asked curiously.

"Maybe you saw us doing morning exercises, so you don't want to bother!" Next to him, the same muscles bulged, and the colleague said as he held up dumbbells.

"I think it's more likely to see thirty shirtless muscular hunks running and exercising in the workshop, he's scared!" A ground staff member on the side complained.

"Don't talk, hurry up and unload the goods, these things will be sent to Iraq by those nano warriors soon, maybe our laboratory will come up with something good!"

"yes, that's so handsome!"

Personnel transfers within Atlas are actually quite frequent, and the average combatant can choose to apply for a change of position after a certain number of years of service, and some people who feel that they are young will want to enter a higher-level combat unit, such as a department like Sentinel or the True Son, first, there is a higher salary, and second, these high-level combat units have priority equipment.

Although the most ordinary Titan soldier also has a set of exoskeletons, but the function is the most ordinary and the most balanced, if you want to strengthen the speed and strength of the assault model, or combat expert model, then you have to go to these high-level units, or you spend your own money to order from the logistics department, after all, it is normal for the capitalist army to spend money on equipment and accessories, and there is no quality problem with the Titan God's own products.

As for this batch of vibranium in Wakanda, Fisher also thought about how to use it, he brought back a Mark tank in the world of Wonder Woman before, the Mark tank called Black Bess that had been cannon on the Somme River, and the Emperor would run over his legs in the battle, Captain Edward used this thing to kill no less than a hundred German soldiers before he died, and this tank still has its own consciousness.

At first, Fisher wanted to put this thing on his farm and park it with the Mustang fighter, but then looking at the Mark tank's unique diamond-shaped tracks around the body and the side turret, Fisher inexplicably popped up the word "Riemann Ruth" in his mind

Well, not the Riemanlus who likes to drink wine, eat meat and wrestle and then hold unobstructed conventions in Fenrir, but a tank used by the Astral Army, the Imperial Guard, the cornerstone of the human empire in the 40th millennium.

The Riemannus Tank is an important reliance of the Astral Army against the subspace bull ghosts and snake gods, after all, many times the Space Marines are too late to rush to the battlefield, and those big heads can only rely on the laser guns and monomolecular bayonets in their hands, as well as the Riemanrus Tank and the Petrified Lizard self-propelled artillery to fight against the Chaos Space Marines, demons and cultists.

Of course, there are also a lot of variants of the Riemann Ruth tank, such as the Victor, the Extinguisher, these functions are different modifications, but those are not within the scope of Fisher's thinking, and even the most ordinary Riemann Ruth model cannot be restored one-to-one, after all, in the case of not getting the purified deuterium core, the Explosive Rifle will always be just empty words.

Leave the aftermath of Africa to Cormac, anyway, the coalition forces are very easy to handle, there is no big problem on the American side, after S.H.I.E.L.D. handed over to Wakanda, Fisher followed Vibranium to Iraq, and he can't wait to transform his big toy (paint the chess pieces)

"Come to Huazi?" Fisher took out the red cigarette soft case he had imported, and was about to hand it to Sammuir, only to find that the other party had also completed the mechanical transformation of his face, and only the eye socket was still a little flesh.

"Smoking increases the chance of lung cancer, head, and I feel better now!" Mountain Muir strode ahead, still holding a tube of vibranium in his hand.

"Wouldn't you consider using vibranium to give you a body?"

"I'm working on a new alloy formula, better than vibranium, if it works, I'm changing, besides, this is a non-smoking area!"

"Uh-uh!" Fisher stuffed the cigarette back into his pocket, and the two walked through the deep but extremely bright underground tunnel, where most of the hatches on both sides of the road were looted by Fisher or some black technology developed by the mountain muir master with his head, and Black Beth slept here after being brought back by Fisher.

"I've studied your proposed retrofit plan, and this Mark tank is indeed a bit strange and suitable for retrofitting, but I think it should be equipped with flamethrowers on both sides, not grenade launchers! This makes it easier to clean up enemy infantry! ”

"Uh, actually, I wanted to add a heavy blaster!"

"Also, if the main gun chooses plasma weapons, you can consider curved shooting, and the lethality will be stronger, and if we add an anti-gravity device, it will be more flexible!"

"But then, it's a Revenant Tank (aura), not the Riemanruth I want, Doctor!"

"Well, although this will save some vibranium materials, since you insist, we can start the renovation work tonight!"

"Of course! The sooner the better! ”

Coming to a huge explosion-proof door, Fisher stopped, scanned his fingerprints, scanned his pupils, and finally confirmed his voiceprints, and the one-meter-thick alloy door slowly opened, revealing the Mark Tank parked in the dark.

"Actually, I'm curious, where did you find the antique in such good condition, it's been almost a hundred years since the end of the First World War, but this tank looks like it's been less than a year since it left the factory!"

"You're going to fight a big fight! Hey beauty, I hope you get used to it here! Fisher stepped forward and gently stroked the armor of this tank, the craters that had been hit by the 77 field guns, the grooves that had been hit, and the cracks from the 13 anti-tank rifles, and he could feel that although the soul of Black Beth was satisfied with the maintenance of this time, she was eager to fight.

"Buzz ......" seemed to understand Fisher's words, and the tank, nourished by psionic flames, started its engine, and the tank roared and turned its two secondary guns.

"What does that mean?" Mountain Muir asked curiously.

"Probably, the soul is happy!"

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