What are you going to do? Mi X takes the fat man's arm. Feng Zhao's upright breasts, only separated by a thin shirt, convey the soft touch to the fat man.

Reaching out and sliding into Milan's shirt, the fat man smiled: "Of course it's the same as the others." "Don't pretend to be Warcraft, anymore?" Milan glanced at the fat man, twisted her body slightly, and the ** on the breast peak made her feel weak.

"It used to be a small army operation, and dozens of sixth-generation and seventh-generation mecha were mixed with a 'Warcraft', it doesn't matter".The fat man's hand slid down, and he patted lightly on Milan's round and silky ** buttocks, making a crisp sound, "I want to mix such a group of twelfth-generation mechas, isn't there no silver three hundred taels here, stupid woman." "The repair station moved to the circular pit, and stopped. The fat man let go of Milan, pulled open the railing, and walked down the steps to the bottom of the pits.

Gently stroking the "logical, cold skeleton" with his hand. The unique wood-like texture of bio-dual metal and the coldness of metal convey an extremely familiar feeling.

Originally, he was just a mechanic, but it was with the company of this mecha that he came all the way to today.

Rescuing prisoners of war behind enemy lines, rescuing Russell, capturing James, fighting the Hunter Corps, fighting Reinhardt if it weren't for logic, "At that time, my hand speed was no more than thirty or forty movements, but I was afraid that I would have died I don't know how many times."

The fat man looked up.

On the maintenance table, Milan, who was only wearing a shirt, followed the fat man's gaze and looked under his empty body, and immediately blushed, biting his lip and pressing the corner of the shirt with his slender hand.

"Dead fatty, don't let it!" Some of the voices of shame were as beautiful as they were three years ago. This is the treasure that I need to protect with logic.

Connecting the computer data cable loaded with the bio-two-state metal metal deformation program to the skeleton of 'logic,' the fat man took a deep breath and lightly clasped his fingers.

The bracer-style automatic maintenance arm, which splits into thousands of square metal blocks, flips and stretches out quickly, completely enveloping the entire palm forearm. On the back of the hand, a hovering metal disc flew and cracked, and the metal ball inside changed into different shapes as the fat man's fingers changed dexterously.

A year ago, in the laboratory of the First Military Academy of Leray, the fat man was working on the upgrade of 'logic. The exile in the world of Mars has put this long-overdue work on until the time of viewing.

However, it is precisely because of the accumulation in Mars that the fat man is more sure of the upgrade of I logic. There are also far more technologies at hand than there were a year ago.

The skeleton of Warcraft, the rampant system structure, the bio-two-state metal metal material, the Caspar miniature warship version of the mecha engine, the magnetometer, the battleship-level powerful electronic system designed by Milan, the armor instant defense enhancement, Feiyang's latest mecha computer, the miniature mecha, the enhanced ion light knife, the new energy shield all these will give 'logic, more powerful power.

If it is said that the bandit army is a dragon-slaying knife, dominating the world, then the logic is a sword that leans on the sky, a shocking blow!

"Look who the dares to mess with me!" The fat man started to get his hands dirty. Everything was already in his head. From the horizontal knife, to the I Ranger "From the ninth generation of 'Heavenly Punishment, the tenth generation, the divine gift, to the twelfth generation' of Thunder" from the technology of the Lelei Military Laboratory, to the Casper Diary, to the strange research of the scientists of the Mars Free World, will be gathered into the most powerful mecha in history today!

The engine drawings were entered into the computer in the pit, and the whole pit, suddenly became lively. The metal former rattled wildly, the data on the electronic display of the alloy fusion furnace soared, and countless robotic arms flew back and forth on the workbench.

Most of the parts, the fat man is made of the bio-amphimorphic metal of the logic itself, and the other parts that cannot be completed with laboratory equipment have long been sent to the laboratory in Milan through the Fulongjian Company in the name of Yanxian.

Milan, who had changed his clothes, also put himself to work. The two people cooperate tacitly, as if they have returned to the moment when logic was born three years ago.

The first to be completed was the engine at the heart of the mecha.

Logic, of course, cannot be a simplified version of the engine used to deal with orders.

The real battleship-level micro engine technology has long been in the hands of the fat man. In the past six months, the bandit army laboratory has made new achievements in the structural layout of the engine, and the engine manufactured according to the engine layout of the Guandai battleship class is more advanced than the engine structure in the Caspar log a hundred years ago, and the performance has also been improved a lot.

In addition, the fat man used a bio-two-state metal with a strength six times that is six times that of ultra-hard metal in the key parts of the engine kinetic energy compression chamber and transmission pumping, which require almost strict material strength, so the logical engine gave the fat man and Milan a huge surprise as soon as it was manufactured and put into the detector.

The engine emitted a shrill roar in the detector. The detector rod and gear pull, which simulates the transmission of the mecha, are moving wildly. According to the test, the engine strength has exceeded the limit of theoretical data by 30%, the instantaneous explosive power has increased by 75%, and the strength has increased by 300%.

Rumble! There was a loud bang.

Billowing black smoke billowed from the overwhelmed detector casing, and electric sparks flickered, making a constant cracking sound.

The fat man shuddered with fright and quickly asked Milan on the console to turn off the detector switch.

When the temperature dropped, the fat man opened the heavy detector shell tremblingly and saw that the transmission rod inside had already been broken because of the overwhelm. Broken metal components travel through fast-moving gears and crankshafts, and the consequences can be imagined.

The entire inside of the detector was sparsely exposed, and if it weren't for the extremely strong fully enclosed shell, I am afraid that a big hole would have been punched at that time.

The fat man took out the engine and looked left and right.

The engine resembles a suitcase, black and ugly. However, it was this ugly fellow who did not suffer the slightest damage in such a horrific destruction.

With his own strength, let the detection system comparable to the tenth generation of mecha collapse because it was overwhelmed, where is this still a mecha engine, it is simply a devil's heart!

In the fat man's triumphant and rampant laughter, the next thing to complete was the transmission system of the mecha.

There is a lesson from the detector, and the fat man uses bio-two-state metals in the manufacture of the transmission system, even the screws and nuts are no exception. In this way, he still felt that it was not enough to insure and on the key components. Dimensions were adjusted. Make it more durable.

Milan watched from the sidelines.

There is no better understanding of the properties of biobimorphic metals than she does.

The fat man is for I logic, and the components of the transmission system are used, not to mention for mecha transmission, and they are enough to lift battleships in the airport. This loser not only used the logical bio-two-state metal, but even the bio-two-state metal mecha in the laboratory. It was also dismantled. What kind of monster did he want to make?

Scolding and scolding, Milan has no intention of stopping the fat man.

In fact, in terms of the logic of making dumplings with the fat man's life, Milan, who wholeheartedly wants to protect the fat man, is completely in a state of helping to seal the abuse, and using good things is more willing than the fat man to use the materials that Milan received when he built the mecha and equipment for the fat man as early as Gariparan. It always made Boswell's heart tremble.

The transmission system, the drive system, the balance system, the control system, the electronic assistance system, the electronic attack system, the energy defense system, and the long-range attack system lasted for three whole days. The two of them were locked up in the laboratory, working day and night.

Logic is gradually taking shape in the pits.

When the last of the external armor was pulled against the logical, hideous shell, Milan couldn't help but hold his head and let out a groan of pain.

Logic, the appearance is the same as that of Hengxing I, however, the tattered shell, no matter how you look at it, looks like it has just been bombarded by 100,000 energy cannons for a month, and then beaten by 100,000 mechas, with a blue nose and swollen face. The original Warcraft was this virtue, and the fat man played this hand again.

Looking at the fat man sticking to Logic and touching it, his eyebrows were raised, his eyes were blurred, his nostrils were wide open, and then he thought of the camouflage system he assembled for the fat man in this mecha, Milan couldn't help but laugh.

This fat man's nature does not change. No matter how obscene, how can you make the enemy look down on him, he will come. Only enemies who actually fight him and are confused by the appearance of logic know how bad this guy is!

Is he really a lieutenant general of the Leray Federation, a partner of the god of war, Hastings, and the leader of the bandit army?

Milan, who was covered in countless goosebumps, made up her mind infinitely.

In a while, if this guy touches me with this virtue, I will kill him!

When he walked into Boswell's laboratory, the fat man had a dark eye circle, a blue nose and a swollen face.

"Didn't you assemble your mech in Milan?" Boswell looked up from the lab computer console and asked in surprise, "How did this happen?" The corners of the fat man's mouth squirmed twice, and he felt a stomach full of grievances.

I don't know what kind of nerves Milan has, I just wanted to make love with her, and I was beaten up. Didn't you just stick it on and touch it twice? I was very gentle at the time, at most my face smiled a little warmer, and I was a little ashamed to beg for nothing.

Seeing that the fat man was speechless for a long time, Boswell waved his hand funny: "Except for Milan, it is estimated that no one can beat you like this." The fat man laughed dryly and changed the subject: "Teacher, has the test experiment of the space jumping technique been completed?" Boswell leaned back in his chair for a long time, smiled slightly, stood up, and walked to an automatic door in the laboratory: "Follow me." Looking at Boswell's brisk steps as if he were dozens of years younger, the fat man suddenly felt his heart beat faster.