"Please don't force people, Dr. Jabbar. (Abdul-Jabbar likes to be called a doctor by Shinobu when he enjoys it.) ）

[There should still be mana left, and the load on the body is still within the allowable limits.] Besides, in terms of the stats collected, you have enough mental power to complete these operations. ]

For these technicians, they will only judge everything by the numbers that are displayed on the mechanical instruments, and in theory, the numbers are everything.

"Doctor, the fault tolerance rate of the conversion core is very low, and if there is a slight mistake, the system will go down!"

In order to make this madman retract his fate, I could only try to calm the anger in my heart, and replied in a calm tone, hoping that this would convince him.

It was a mistake in itself that the experimental body was equipped with a quadruple core. There is a complete mismatch between the body's endurance and the power of the core, and once the conversion work of the core suddenly strikes, it is like a high-speed sports car and the engine suddenly locks up.

As a result, the car can only be destroyed and people die.

It is already close to the speed of 185 miles, and if there is a slight error in synchronization, the mana output will collapse in an instant. Because before leaving, I had been told by the technician that there would be some deviations in the conduction velocity of the core magic circuit and its auxiliary circuit, resulting in the deviation of its live circuit being unable to be handled normally. At this time, these bastards are still thinking that the speed is not ideal.

(What kind of unrealistic secret operation are you asking me to do?)

Forget it, this kind of thing is better to keep it in your heart. lest they be put on high hats.

[If you have an opinion about my highest masterpiece, please let me know.] But the experiment must be carried on. ]

Ah, the highest masterpiece, it's really narcissistic. In line with the principle that good women don't fight with men, I didn't complain about spraying him. However, in this era, a machine that can barely achieve core miniaturization and quadruple core synchronization is definitely a surprisingly high-precision technology. From a purely technical point of view, he is definitely a genius to be admired. Because it's not just something you can do if you have a theory.

Once this technology is put into actual combat, after the weapons are mass-produced, it will definitely be cross-era.

That's why can you please? When making it, think a little bit about the user, because with the current situation, no matter how good the performance is, no one will be able to match Dr. Abdul-Jabbar's work.

"Please don't just pay attention to the specifications, take a good look at the practicality, okay? at least give me a little bit of damn low fault tolerance!"

After completing the first round of testing, try to make sure that your whole body can shrink into the shade in the woods by the roadside. The body does not use the heat dissipation function, which is also a headache.

You must know that on the battlefield, the biggest premise of using weapons is practicality, not the pursuit of so-called origin and bloodline. (Just like the Vietnam War, in theory, the performance of the M16 in country M is excellent, but after the GIs of country M enter the war, most people will choose to throw away their weapons and pick up the AK47 dropped in the ground instead.) ）

[Get me moving, there are still a lot of experiments waiting for you in the future!]

Jabbar yelled at me with an oversized microphone after he found me hiding in the jungle and lazy. If the output is a roar, his current behavior will definitely kill a large number of people.

"Dr. Abdul-Jabbar, count me on you, don't yell over the radio. ”

After taking off the helmet, I had to keep picking my ears. It's as if doing so will reduce tinnitus.

[Shut up!Get me moving!]

This kind of behavior of using the radio to scold and intimidate people in the air reminds me of a certain profession called "keyboard warrior". Ahh

At this time, I really want to hold my head and yell and vent in a rage. It's obviously not good to have a headache, but you still have to reason with this kind of madman. If you're the head of human resources, be the first to put this bastard out to management. It's better to be locked up in that little dark room and let this guy reflect on it.

But the reality is, that guy is the director, and I'm the chief tester. Moreover, that guy has the absolute right to say the whole thing, and in the end, the person who closes the little black room may be me.

I don't have any objection to the Empire's ability to use competence as the benchmark for personnel, but now I desperately hope that they will pay attention to the management of personnel.

If it weren't for the fear of being behind my back, I would make a small report to my boss about this kind of black history. I would like to refer the distinction between professional functions and management directly to the Legion Commander.

Based on past experience, I can only act under the conditions I am given, while at the same time constantly enduring the situation.

"Request dismissal!"

I lay in the shade of a large tree, looked at the mecha standing next to me, and said in the calmest tone.

[What do you say?please repeat!]

On the radio, Abdul-Jabbar's tone was once again raised to a new level.

"The temperature of the mecha and the core is too high, if you don't let your precious thing be scrapped immediately, it's best to let me rest for ten minutes. ”

[Hmm...... I'm sorry. ]

After half a minute of silence on the radio, Abdul-Jabbar whispered.

After all, it's just a testing machine, and the various magic spells used for attacks haven't had time to be installed yet. In this alone, various defects in the mech have already been revealed, and it is difficult to imagine whether the mecha can still function properly if it is equipped with auxiliary techniques.

[I think it's your lack of concentration that caused this to happen!I don't even doubt if you're a good soldier!]

The words that popped up on the radio almost made me go berserk. This kind of thing is completely insulting to me, in the past, no, even now, if this bastard is in front of me, I will definitely cut him.

The poor tree, after I kicked it again and again, and fell to the ground in a burst of noises, finally subsided the urge to cut people.

"I am of course a competent soldier of the Empire, however, the duty of a soldier is to operate the use of weapons. Instead of looking at the face of the defective machine!"

[Call Captain Angelina, the remaining experimental subjects are postponed, please bring the mech back to the base after the mech cools down.] Repeat, bring the mech back to the base after the mech cools down. ]

Abdul-Jabbar appears to have relinquished control of the station. The sudden return to normal of the radio made me a little uncomfortable.

Looking up at the sky, the griffons used for monitoring had also withdrawn to the base.

[Captain Angelina?]

"Hmm, yes!

I was thinking that when I got back to the base, I would have to apply for a transfer to the HR department this time. It doesn't matter what bad impression you make on the people above.

With that kind of crazy person, sooner or later something will happen.