"It's not right here, it's over there, the value should be ...... like this. ”

On the outskirts of Mosaka, hundreds of square kilometers of factory-and-mine buildings are located, and the mountains have long been hollowed out from the inside, and large warehouses made of metal frames cover almost the entire ground area.

Except, of course, those suggested lanes.

In a certain warehouse, Abdul-Jabbar was wearing a white lab coat, directing the personnel around him to make the best adjustments to a piece of black iron armor.

From a distance, the armor looked more like a small robot, with many tubes of different thicknesses and sizes stuck in its back, and the other end of the tube was connected to this oversized precision instrument.

Several displays on the instrument keep flashing changing patterns, lines, and words.

"Warframe control stats are normal!"

"Output Settings Normal"

......

Several people in white coats, also wearing white coats, shouted loudly, reporting on the indicators and performance of their respective areas of responsibility.

Next to him, a person holding a record board is quickly recording and summarizing the data reported by all parties. Finally, he stopped the pen in his hand, walked briskly to Abdul-Jabbar's side, and said cautiously.

"After the equipment is debugged, it is time to move on to the next step. ”

After the failure of the one hundred and seventeenth experiment, everyone present knew that this young man, who seemed to be well-mannered, was in a very bad mood at the moment.

When Abdul-Jabbar heard the report, he waved his hand and signaled that it was time to continue.

The young soldier who had been waiting for a long time ran to the side of the armor, and the technician next to him immediately cooperated with the protective clothing that looked like a down jacket (cushioning suit) on the soldier's body. Then, he began to put the robot-like armor on his body one by one.

The young soldier's face was full of determination, but his trembling legs told outsiders that he was still afraid. You know, the experiment nicknamed "Mad Abdul-Jabbar" had the highest mortality rate.

Although instilled from an early age that it is an honor to die for the Empire, this is not represented that you will not be afraid when a whole death comes.

Watching the technician's operation, Abdul-Jabbar on the side habitually bit the nail of his right thumb, and his mind once again quickly ran his own ideas.

In the previous experiment, most of the volunteers who participated in the experiment were unable to withstand the impact of the high-speed movement of the armor, and at the moment after the armor stopped, the operator inside directly lost his life because of the broken internal organs.

Now that the big battle is imminent, Abdul-Jabbar is eager to collect some armor data from this actual battle, but the operator's disappointment makes him greatly annoyed. He even directly found out where the national division was, and asked to select qualified experimenters from all military regions.

Those monster-level warriors in the major military regions, the headquarters will definitely not let them go. As a result, some people with special identities were inexplicably transferred here.

Among them was Anna, who had been promised a promotion to the rank of full-fledged soldier, but this was not recognized by the Imperial War Office. So Anna, that is, I, is still an intern in the information of the military department, and as for those military ranks, they are only suitable for wartime.

When all the equipment was put on, the outermost soldier in charge of the coolies attached a beam of attention to the energy battery on his chest.

"Vital signs are normal. ”

......

The technician began to mechanically report back to the data at hand, and the technician selectively ignored the soldier's heart rate, which was about to exceed the normal value.

It seems that every soldier who participated in the experiment before had this problem, and the technicians were already surprised.

Everyone looked at Abdul-Jabbar, who was still asking for his fingernails, waiting for his order.

"Energy infusion!"

Abdul-Jabbar stopped asking for his fingers and gave the final command.

"Energy infusion!"

One technician repeated.

At the other end of the tube connected to the armor battery was a large classified instrument, and at the top of the instrument, two high-density tempered glass jars were inserted into two circular grooves.

As a technical researcher pulled down the control valve on the instrument, the dark blue energy body in a glass jar quickly decreased after a few bubbles.

Blue energy began to pour into the armor along the tube.

When the energy in the jar has just dropped halfway......

Subject's heart is racing. ”

Jabbar didn't say anything, just stared at the experimenter.

"Subject's heartbeat exceeds the upper limit of normal!"

......

Suddenly......

"Blood pressure is starting to drop!"

Another technician shouted.

(What's going on????)

Jabbar habitually bit his thumb again.

"Blood pressure 60, no diastolic blood pressure!"

"Lidocaine and adrenal tree are injected into one unit each. (Since these things were made by Mantosa based on the memories of the present world, the actual effect is not as strong as that of the present world.) ）

After hearing the technician's debriefing, Abdul-Jabbar reacted quickly and gave instructions to the personnel next to him.

A needle gun containing a special bottle is inserted directly by the technician into a thin tube attached to the experimenter's body.

But......

The bad situation has not been stopped, and it continues to get worse.

"ECF (extracellular fluid pressure) cannot be measured. ”

"Blood pressure goes down to 40!"

Finally, the technician, who had been standing next to the subject's voice, took off the subject's helmet and, after examining his eyes, shook his head at Jabbar.

"Next!"

It was rare that Abdul-Jabbar didn't get angry, but no one dared to go up and ask, because everyone didn't know what was going on in the mind of this genius at the moment.

People began to get busy, disassembling the tubes that connected the armor and replacing the energy canisters.

However, when the dead soldier's cushion suit was finally peeled off, it was discovered that the capillary blood pores on the subject's body had dyed red due to bleeding. However, there is only one of their protective suits.

A technician walked up to Abdul-Jabbar, pointed to the suit, and tentatively asked what to do.

Because no one would be happy to wear a bloody garment!

"Abandon it directly, if you can't even bear that kind of magic limit, there is no protection. ”

Abdul-Jabbar spoke in a voice without emotion, making it impossible for others to guess whether he was angry or .......

——At the door of the warehouse, the technician kept moving back and forth between the registration form in his hand and the girl in front of him. Probably because of the sword on the girl's back, the technician was a little shocked, and the technician confirmed repeatedly with a hint of doubt and surprise.

Although, the soldiers here did not prohibit the carrying of weapons. However, in the technician's cognition, the girl in front of her and the sword behind her were too .......

"Angelina?"

The technician noticed that his tongue was a little knotted.

"Yes!"

Stand upright, salute, and then reply succinctly.