Hao Yun swayed around the huge building, and thanks to the slump in business, a few staff members also turned a blind eye to him. The whole place is a little busier than the hangar.

Latour's hangar was rented by a small company called Seilius Security. It's called a security company, but it's actually a small mercenary organization. Usually they have one or two mechs, take on some spectator combat, regional security, security and occasionally intervene in regional armed conflicts.

Such paramilitaries have blossomed all over Widney's world.

The world of Vidney experienced a bitter thermonuclear war more than 300 years ago, and after a war in which there was no winner, the survivors struggled to rebuild civilization on the scorched earth.

The initiators of the war were two superpowers, or three. Ha, who knows, the historians are long dead anyway. The great powers foolishly refused to give in to each other for trivial interests, and finally came to a thermonuclear war step by step.

After the reconstruction of civilization, mankind hated the concept of the state, so it excluded the state and formed a loose aggregate of large group companies, consortia, social organizations and industrial associations.

There are three such super-collectives in the world of Verdney, namely the Eternal Night Star Executive Committee, Fanedi, and Home.

Unlike Gryas, Vidney's mercenary organization is quite professional, after all, even the simplest mech is not something that a few farmers who are used to using pitchforks can maintain.

Moreover, large and small mecha mercenary companies are also responsible for regional security work, and mercenaries who are almost rogue are not up to the task.

There is also a credit network all over the world, and it is hard to imagine how the mercenaries who slaughtered their employers will sign contracts in the future. If you compare the earth, it is like a security company that signed a contract, not only did not prevent the employer from being robbed, but also robbed the employer by the way, and finally slashed the employer with a knife.

Even if the police don't care, who will do business with you in the future. Is there water in the brain?

The hangar was about the size of half a football field, and all the belongings of the Seilius Security Company were piled up in it, and it seemed to have more than enough space.

Originally, Cybertron built this high-standard hangar, and a small company like Silius could not afford this standard rent. But because of the fantasies' reputation in the world of Widney, the big corporations shy away from it.

Only the financially strapped Xilius took a fancy to this place, after all, the venue was huge enough and the facilities were complete. The hangar was surrounded by all sorts of miscellaneous items, and there were about a dozen standard containers piled up in one corner. Large and small wooden boxes contain damage-resistant structural fittings, and some metal crash boxes are used to hold precision parts.

Some fuel drums were placed in another corner, and a refueling truck with a large canister was parked nearby. Widney World uses a crystalline oil-cold nuclear fusion fuel.

Rather than an essential oil for the Great Sword, crystal oil is a synthetic oily liquid with a perfect lattice structure that can adsorb various isotopic atoms of hydrogen in large quantities.

When the crystal oil is burned, the adsorbed hydrogen atoms will be released in a directional manner, which will be converted into electrical energy in the cold fusion furnace and transported to the energy-consuming elements of the mecha. Because the oil needs to be burned, the oil engine, like the internal combustion engine, needs to draw in air during operation.

At the door of the hangar was a very large truck parked with two booms on it. The maintenance cost of the mecha is quite high, and the fuel consumed is also a large expense, so driving the mecha thousands of miles to the battlefield is a very loser's behavior.

A small company like Xilius is only willing to use a large truck to transport the mecha to the combat site, and then transport it back when it is over. If the mech is unable to move, you will have to count on the boom above to recover it.

Large companies with deep pockets choose to use large transport planes to drop mechs, and the latest model of the Epee-class transport aircraft can carry and drop two mechs at a time. This is almost a force that can influence a skirmish.

Only the second ancestor of a wealthy family would drive a mecha around.

In the other corner of the hangar, eight containers are neatly placed, with windows and doors on them, which seems to be a simple container house.

The world is not rich, especially small organizations with tight budgets, and almost all of them have companies as their home. There are too few settlements, and they tend to be the target of public criticism.

Civilization has just been revived, wasteland values are still in vogue, and people are accustomed to turning possessions into a force for self-protection rather than a coveted pleasure.

Two of the containers appeared to be used as a machine room, and dense cables sprang out of them, converging on a mech in the middle of the hangar.

It was a mecha about ten meters high, with more than a dozen shadowless spotlights on the ceiling and floor leaving it without shadows all over its body, and a staff member was standing on the knee joint of the mecha and fiddling with it.

This should be the first time Hao Yun has seen a real mecha, and he can't help but take a closer look. He used to be familiar with the Gundam mecha, which looked like a figurine. Or an Autobot-type mecha, sci-fi like a magical-like creation.

The mecha in front of me was completely different, and there was only one word that could come to mind at first glance: industrial violence.

It has a hideous appearance and a steel-gray hue, and there is no word related to beauty or design except for armor and various long guns and short cannons mounted on its body. The pieces are simply pieced together for ultimate performance.

The armor had a rectangular head, black lenses embedded in the openings on all sides, and slanted grid openings on both sides, unknown to dissipate heat or emit radar waves. The thick armor protected the elements tightly, except for a triangular pyramid-shaped antenna sticking diagonally from the front.

The head is securely attached to the mech's chest member through standard slots. Compared to the head, the chest structure is much larger. It has convex shoulders and exposed interfaces, making it appear to be able to carry shoulder weapons. In the middle of the cuirass was the cockpit, protected by four compact arc-shaped structural skeletons. The space vacated on both sides is designed as a gnaku.

Underneath the breastplate, where it is in the abdomen, is a space surrounded by armor, in which the power furnace is housed, and at the bottom is the main radiator.

Behind the chest member is the main thruster with vector spouts. There are also small propulsion spouts around the breastplate, which appear to allow for stance-tuning.

"Gentleman dangling over there, if you have nothing to do, throw me the wrench at your feet."

Hao Yun was commenting on the mecha, and a nice female voice came from above his head.

He looked up and saw that it was a mechanic standing on his knee. The female mechanic is in her twenties and has pink hair, but the hair is very nice and is simply tied into a ponytail. Maybe it's because of her profession, her face is very handsome and looks a little handsome. Healthy wheat-colored skin has some black traces of motor oil.

Working for hours under the bright light of a dozen non-reflective lights left Maggie sweating all over her face. She was too lazy to climb down from her knees, more than three meters high, and grab a large tightening wrench to screw the last of the deadly explosive bolts.

I knew that I had driven the lifting platform over, even if it was 3 meters high, it would be exhausting to climb up and down dozens of times. So when she saw a gentleman passing by, Maggie took advantage of the woman's advantage.

"yes, that's it, throw it up."

Hao Yun threw a one-meter-long cylindrical tool on it, which was unexpectedly light and felt like some kind of synthetic plastic. The mechanic picks up the wrench and pushes it against the main bolt of the knee like an air hammer. The adaptive interface on the front of the wrench automatically retracts and grips the bolt. Boom, done.

Maggie threw the tools down and jumped off her knees at a height of more than three meters. She landed steadily with a lunge, and it didn't seem like the first time she had done so.

"Thanks." Maggie picked up a towel from the workbench next to her and tossed a can of beer to Hao Yun. Sit on the top of the mech's feet and wipe your sweat while drinking.

The little brother also sat down, and he opened the beer and took a sip. Mmmm…… He looked at the brand, and the flavor was very strong, and the taste was similar to that of the Indian pale ale.

"The mech is good." Hao Yun held a beer in both hands and sat there to talk, "You are the only one who repairs?" ”

Maggie grunted her beer, looked at the gentleman and smiled.

"You're Wang Dalu's friend."

"Oh, you can see that?"

The pink-haired mechanic patted the big guy behind him, "We call it AC here, only the talent on Wang Dalu's side is a mecha mecha." ”

The little brother didn't expect himself to be exposed so easily, and continued with a smile: "Ah, I didn't expect the evil aliens to be exposed so easily, should I be killed." ”

The beautiful woman who drank the wine had a slightly flushed face, and she sneered: "Evil alien gentleman, if you want to kill your mouth, you must first pass the level of the lady's knight." ”

She patted AC behind her again.

"Hoglin Rider."

"Hoglin Rider? We wouldn't have such an ugly code name over there, this guy might be called the Righteous Lancer, or something as pretty as Black Flannel. ”

"How strange are you, in Vidney, justice is AC, AC is justice. The two are one and the same. ”

"Ha, we have similar words there, the truth is within the range of the cannon. It was a short man named Albert Einstein. ”

"I like this sentence, it would be better if the cannon was replaced with a laser cannon." Maggie explained seriously, "I prefer laser guns, and the recoil is smaller. Each time the cannon is recovered, the hand stabilization suspension needs to be readjusted, which is a lot of work. ”

"Our mechanics are rough men, isn't it just right for us to do heavy work?" The little brother complimented, "It's the first time I've seen such a beautiful mechanic." ”

The compliment was useful, and the female mechanic had a slight smile on her face.

"Widney's profession doesn't discriminate between men and women." She clinked glasses with Hao Yun, "Maggie." ”

"Hao Yun."

"Say yes beforehand." Maggie finished the last bit of wine and threw the empty jar hard. The beer can curved and fell into a waste oil cylinder more than a dozen meters away.

"Yay!" She smugly gestured to the two scissor hands, "Say in advance, you're not my type, don't ask me for a shot." ”

Ahem, ahem.

The little brother was choked to hide his embarrassment.

"In my world, a lady wouldn't say no."

"How should I refuse?"

"They'll say, 'You're a good person.'"

"Hah, that's funny." Maggie shrugged and stood up, "Alright, I'm going to get back to work." Goodbye, alien gentleman. ”

Hao Yun stood up and also shot a basket with a beer can, but unfortunately the can hit the edge of the waste oil barrel and bounced out again.

"Don't you want to help? For example, hand a wrench. ”

Maggie gave him a strange look: "I said I wouldn't have a fight with you, so don't waste your efforts." ”

"Ugh." The speechless little brother explained, "Helping doesn't have to be for the sake of a shot. ”

"That's because of what." The pink-haired beauty laughed, "Because you're a good person?" ”

It turned out that I didn't know how to pretend not to understand.

Is it so enjoyable to bully good people?