The mech, which was missing half of its body, moved......

The hand raised to the sky was clenched into a fist and slowly lowered. The body slowly squatted, and then suddenly pulled up.

A huge black shadow rumbled to the ground. The ground was smashed into a pit several meters deep. Smoke and fog filled the air.

The sudden shaking caused the garbage mountain to collapse in a chain, like a small avalanche.

The fat man who was hiding in the distance came back to his senses, no wonder the master would let him hide away in advance.

Wait for everything to calm down. The fat man shook off his stride and ran over in a hurry.

While running, he waved his hands and shouted: "Master...... Master ......"

Running closer, he looked up at the black mecha and was shocked.

It was just a dead thing, and although it was beautiful, it was not yet out of the realm of a machine.

But now it's different. See him again. He was alive, as if he had life. It gives people a kind of powerful and domineering, a half-crippled body, and exudes a tragic atmosphere that only a veteran of a hundred battles can have. He is unyielding, rebellious, and can fight again!

Disability is a medal, a glory, and a supreme achievement.

Looking at him, the fat man inexplicably left tears. He didn't know why he was crying, but he felt that his nose was sour. Feeling uncomfortable. It was a pain, a kind of grief in the face of a disabled comrade-in-arms.

"Little fat man, go turn the truck around." The fat old man's voice came from the broken cockpit.

"Got it, master."

The fat man grinned self-deprecatingly. I don't know where my inexplicable sadness comes from.

Stretch heavy trucks were flooded with poured metal waste.

The fat man took three steps and two steps to the cab. The door was always open, and the keys weren't removed.

Ignition, gearing, starting, this hand is now very skilled for the fat man, like an old driver.

The truck rumbled forward, and the garbage behind it rattled.

The area around here is wide enough that you don't have to drive far to turn around.

After the body was turned, the fat man honked the horn to remind the master.

From the rearview mirror, I saw that the black mecha walked out of the bottom of the pit with its legs raised, and its pace was very steady.

Walk to the back and slowly lie down on the flatbed. The fat old man climbed out of the cockpit and landed on the ground with a volley.

He went to the passenger seat without blushing and panting, and the fat man simply admired this cheap master who was similar to his own obesity. I hope that at this age in the future, I can maintain this dexterity.

"You go down and drive that little car back."

The fat man was reluctant, and pouted: "Don't be a master, just throw the car here first, I still have a lot of questions to ask you." ”

As soon as the fat old man crossed his eyes, the fat man immediately wilted. Obediently got out of the car and ran towards the passenger and cargo car not far away. I kept slandering in my heart.

The trolley followed behind, not fast, because there was a cart in front of it. The fat man stepped on the accelerator and was eager to try, trying to overtake several times.

He wasn't equal for a moment, he wanted to figure it out. Why does that mecha that has been buried for many years still move? After many years of no repair and maintenance, is it true that the multi-electrode circuit board and electronic circuits inside have not aged? What kind of energy can last for so many years without being exhausted?

Liquid? Solid? Or solar energy?

Could it be a super battery?

However, when you think about it, it is not possible. No matter how good the quality of the super battery is, it can't carry it for so many years.

Moreover, in the environment of high temperature exposure, aging is faster.

But the master drove unhurriedly in front. He could only temporarily suppress the doubts in his heart and wait until he got home.

It was almost evening when they arrived home. As the sun sets, the earth is orange and red.

At this time, the fat man discovers a new secret location for the master.

It was a huge underground warehouse. Made entirely of steel.

The various equipment inside is comparable to that of a standard heavy industry manufacturing workshop. On one side, hundreds of intelligent robots line up in a phalanx.

With the remote start, the robots started to get busy like workers. One by one, the various devices began to be launched.

The whole huge workshop began to turn in an orderly manner like gears.

The black mecha, which was held in place by four large robotic arms, was quickly plugged into dozens of tubes. There are also hundreds of data cables in various parts of the body connected to various monitoring devices large and small around the body.

The fat old man was wearing a white coat, and in a blink of an eye, he became a serious scientific researcher, and casually threw another white coat to the fat man standing there stupidly.

The fat man quickly dressed. The rigorous and solemn atmosphere made him a little uncomfortable.

But he quickly adapted to the identity of an assistant, and he positioned himself very accurately.

In front of a platform with a circular plane slightly recessed in the middle, the fat old man pressed on a few buttons next to it. A virtual screen appears above the platform.

Looking at the rows of number symbols scrolling up quickly on the translucent blue screen, the fat man recognized it. Here's the data from that broken mech.

But after watching it for a long time, the fat man found a problem. A very important part of this data is missing.

Core data.

If you want to know about this mecha, or even say that you want to repair this mecha, you must have core data.

If this data is missing, it can be grudgingly fixed, but it will not solve the problem at the root of the problem.

"Master, no, why don't you have core data?"

"Self-lockdown." The fat old man's expression was extremely excited. Eyes fiery.

The fat man was startled and looked at the mecha in horror. That's impossible!

Self-blocking is a self-protection program implemented by a supercomputer to prevent foreign enemy intrusion, similar to a passive firewall.

And such supercomputers are generally installed on the Flying Fortress and the super-large "Aegis"-class aircraft carrier. Because of the super complex computing power of hundreds of billions of times per second. So at present, the smallest supercomputer in the world has to be about three cubic meters. Coupled with the surrounding auxiliary equipment, the main control room alone has to occupy an area of hundreds of square meters.

It's unscientific that a mecha of some unknown age actually has such a super program as self-blocking!

Could it be that the main control program on his body is a miniature supercomputer with advanced technology?

The cockpit is split. Even the most super things are scrapped?

His lower abdomen is intact, and maybe the main control computer is hidden in his stomach. Squeeze the power furnace and energy reserve box to the buttocks, and the sensing wiring and nerve leads are concentrated at the base of the thigh...... Oops, it's bulging out there, isn't it a chick/chicken...... Ha ha......

The fat man was thinking wildly on the sidelines.

"Little fat man, how much do you know about the mecha in this world...... Little fat man? ”

Seeing that the fat man was distracted, he grinned and smirked in a daze, and the harazi was about to flow out. The fat old man glared angrily and slapped him in the head unceremoniously.

The fat man was stunned by this slap, instantly came back to his senses, rubbed his head and asked cautiously, "Master, what did you just say?" ”

For this fat apprentice, although the fat old man didn't say anything, he was actually very satisfied in his heart. Smart, perceptive, born with super hands-on speed, and an obese body at a young age, it is simply a copy of his youth. What's even more rare is that this little guy has a better talent in mechanics than he did when he was younger.

"I ask you, how much do you know about the mechs in this world?"

When the fat man heard this, he couldn't help but be happy, this question was too easy to answer. But on the surface it is modest. Because he knew that he was at most half an expert, but the cheap master in front of him was a real top mecha expert. In his presence, it must always be remembered.

Modest, low-key.

At the moment, starting from the history of mecha development, I have detailed everything I know. He talked for more than half an hour.

The fat old man listened to him expressionlessly, and finally shook his head again and again, looking at the broken black mecha in front of him with complicated eyes and was speechless for a long time.

The fat man scratched his head, and the master's reaction made him confused. Is there something wrong with me?

I thought back a little, but I didn't notice that something was wrong there?

I didn't dare to say anything. Silently standing next to the master, watching the mecha with him.

After a long time, the fat old man's calm voice sounded, as if recounting a long-sealed past. But it brought an unparalleled impact to Tang Xiaobao. While subverting the world he knew, he opened the door to another world.

"The real mechas, the real mecha warriors in this world, they are all mysterious, invisible, unknown to the world, they are in another world. That world is the real world of the strong. ”

"In that world, there is a unique mecha system. The design concept and manufacturing technology are far beyond today's technology. The mecha in that world all have a unified title, called 'Jue'. Mecha warriors also have different levels of titles because of their different ranks. ”

"This title is not awarded by anyone, and no one can have the qualifications to bestow the title, not even the emperor of the Roland Empire. Instead, it is determined by the combined ranking of the Battle Record Ranking and the Mecha Leaderboard. ”

"Those mecha warriors with titles are the gods on the battlefield. Those mechs with knighthoods are the real top mechas. ”

"I was going to tell you this when you finish your studies and leave, but I didn't expect you to find it in the garbage mountain...... He! ”

The fat old man pointed at the broken body and said, "I'm sure he is the 'Jue', and he is also a famous lord in history!" ”

The fat old man grabbed the fat man's arm excitedly, and said excitedly: "Little fat man, starting tomorrow, your miscellaneous studies will be halved, and the strength of you and my master and apprentice will repair him, even if it can't be completely repaired, let him recover to half of his former majesty before you leave." ”

The master's excited emotions also affected the fat man, and he nodded again and again with a flushed face, but he quickly whispered in embarrassment: "Half of the recovery is recovered, what about the other half?" ”

"We can't crack the self-blockade, but we can add a plug-in program to him. Temporarily replaces the master program. If you want a complete recovery, you can't help but find an advanced and intelligent program that rivals that of a supercomputer. ”

"Ball Ball!" The fat man's mind involuntarily flashed a fist-sized spherical robot.