Upon arriving at the 'super-press' branch, Cesar did not enter the door, but took out his identification and order, and was soon taken to another place by the staff.

The branch building and the warehouse are separated from two locations, and this side is only responsible for daily office work and receiving guests, while those like Cesara naturally have to go to the warehouse and the weapons test site to test the equipment.

About a twenty-minute drive, Cesar and his party were taken into a large warehouse. To the south of the warehouse, there is also a large open field, not only a running track, but also all kinds of obstacles, pools, hills, and sand, just like the sports venue, but there are no spectator seats.

Under the guidance of the staff, they came to the large dark green warehouse marked 'No. 12'. The heavy iron door is slowly pulled open by two trailers, and the screeching noise that punctures the eardrum on the ground is even more disturbing than digging a blackboard with your fingernails. When the door opened, sunlight poured in, but it was still dark and invisible.

"Turn on the lights! we're going in!" the person in charge said to the little attendant beside him, and took the lead in walking inside. Then a row of lights on the top floor was turned on, illuminating the interior of the lamp.

Contrary to Cesar's expectations, the inside was not covered with dust, but was cleaned spotlessly, and the corridors on both sides were also full of 'super pressure' historical processes, iconic products of each era, and promotional slogans, presumably used to promote the company's culture and improve the cohesion of employees' sense of belonging.

Rita followed Cesar, casually looking around. With her arithmetic skills, she can remember a piece of information with just a glance. Milk and Molière, the hillbilly went into the city like a sigh of admiration, and they were dizzying. Doudou is even more unbearable, and he can touch it wherever he goes.

At this time, Camilla also appeared, and dragged Cesar through the aisle.

"Cesar, look at this. I saw someone use it yesterday!" Camilla shouted, pointing to a black-and-white photo.

The poster depicts a man in uniform, assisted by a rudimentary device, gliding through the air at a high altitude with the help of a rudimentary device, relying on jets on both sides of his side. Below the picture, the name of the device is written, and it is called a 'three-dimensional motorized device'.

This thing started out as a super-strong company. In accordance with the design requirements of the association, a kind of combat auxiliary equipment was produced. It is said that some members of the Guild had the whimsical idea of using a piece of equipment that could make sudden stops and turns in the air, and eventually use their superior mobility to kill large, slow-moving creatures such as ...... Giant.

When the equipment system came out, the team spent a month training, and in the end everyone was as agile as a fly and as fast as a swift. And then. They confidently slaughtered into the deep forest, hunted giants, and finally were slapped to death one by one under the huge slap, and none of them survived.

At this point, this set of costly 'three-dimensional mobile devices' was abandoned by the association and was not mentioned again. Rather than being discouraged, the super-stressed employees are using their brains to come up with a solution to waste utilization. Ultimately. A clever cleaner came up with an idea, military products to civilian products!

At that time, the middle area had already built skyscrapers that could reach the sky. The job of cleaning the exterior of the building is extremely dangerous. In order to earn more money, many poor people risked their lives to hang hemp ropes in the air, and finally fell from the building and died, even saving their wages. Since the advent of the 'three-dimensional mobile device', Ma Ma no longer has to worry about me falling from the building.

On your daily commute to work, you can be in every city in the Midlands. I saw a lot of big flies flying nimbly, flying around the surface of the skyscraper, diligently scrubbing the windows with foam. In addition, the replacement of advertisements in high-rise buildings, the home delivery of high-end hotels, and the sanitation work in special scenic spots can also see the activities of these 'steam flies'.

"There are so many inventions!" said the introduction of the "three-dimensional motorized device". Camilla also saw a lot of inventions, all of which affected the course of society, highlighting the unique status of 'super power'.

"Several, here's the armor you ordered!" the person in charge said as he interrupted Camilla's emotion, pointing to the large shelves on the side.

"Milk, is that all?" said Cesar, who didn't know anything about steam mechas, looked blankly at the butler.

Hearing Cesar's call, the milk immediately came out of the line, then took out a piece of paper from his pocket and read it against the model number mark on the shelf.

"VX-9024, that's right, this is this one! Judging from the number of jù collected by the organization, this one should be the most cost-effective steam mecha on the market. Milk nodded back.

"This gentleman is right, this mecha was once favored by the Federation and Marenza, and was chosen as the standard equipment of the army, and its performance is excellent in all aspects. After years of improvement, there are almost no flaws!" found that Cesar was an illiterate layman, and the person in charge also followed the gushing and flickering.

"It's a pity that it's outdated, it's obsolete. Molière, the bargaining king, shrugged his shoulders indifferently, making the person in charge show a fly eating expression.

"Well, if it weren't for being eliminated by the Federation, we wouldn't dare to sell it openly. You know, this is already a high-quality product that can be bought on the market, and if you buy other more advanced signals, I'm afraid no one will dare to use them, right?" the person in charge quibbled.

"But that doesn't hide the nature of their second-hand goods, don't think that if you renovate them with a layer of paint, I can't see that it's something that the military has eliminated. ”

Without even opening the packaged box, Molière spurted out a mouthful of dog blood, concluding that the other party was selling second-hand goods, which completely suppressed the other party from the momentum, and the person in charge of the anger trembled. I've never seen such a shameless person! Can you still do business well?!

"Sir, please don't talk nonsense. Although the mecha model is a bit old, these products are all original new goods, never used, and the quality is absolutely guaranteed! If there is a quality problem within three years, we will provide free warranty and door-to-door service!"

"Oh, door-to-door service, and if I break it in Antarctica, will you send someone to repair it?" Molière said defiantly, with a smoky expression.

"You ......!" the person in charge twitched his eyebrows, took a deep breath, and said calmly: "If it is the Antarctic continent, we will charge a certain transportation fee." ”

"Che, is 'free' a liar?" Molière continued defiantly......

By this time, Cesar couldn't stand it anymore. Although Molière is powerful. No one has a talent for bargaining and sitting on the ground, and the whole family relies on him, but this doesn't mean that Cesar is willing to stay with this guy, and the way the mad dog gnaws is really embarrassing!

"Well, can you show us the real thing?" interrupted Molière. Signal him to be calm and not be impatient, and there will be a time for him to play.

"Of course, you, drive a forklift over and take out the mech!" "There are two rows of coffin-like boxes on each floor of the large shelves, which contain a complete set of steam mechas, which are difficult for ordinary people to move. Cesar had come to be a god today, and there was no reason to do it himself like a migrant worker, so he stepped aside and waited for the staff here.

The forklift quickly lifted out a box. It was erected with a crane again, and then a staff member took out the 'holy sword of physics' and pried the nail open. A wooden plank slams into the ground, revealing the contents of the box. It was an extremely ugly, bloated, burly tin can, which looked very similar to a wetsuit, not even a head.

The mecha's body is a large cylindrical shape, which perfectly protects the torso and head, and has a huge spherical bulge on the back. Inside is the power source 'Steam Black Ball'. Thick short hands extend from both sides of the body, and below are two small short legs of the same style. The whole body is covered with rivets, and there are countless gears of all kinds, and just by looking at it, you can feel the steel plate of astonishing thickness. You don't have to fear bullets or grenades when you wear it, and even if you get hit by a missile, you will only be shocked to death. And not others.

Inexplicably, Camilla suddenly remembered a magical item called 'Magnetic Storm Infantry'. And Cesar burst into tears, Nima didn't even have a head, what about the cosmic knight?

"How do you feel? We can go to the testing ground and test it. The person in charge asked confidently.

"Milk. I'll leave it to you. Leave me alone, I'm desperate for this world!" Cesar, who was at the bottom of his mood, didn't have the energy to study this thing anymore, anyway, he bought it for his subordinates, and it was not his turn to be embarrassed. It's a big deal, let Master G make another set of Iron Man for himself.

"What, isn't it what you want?" The person in charge was a little anxious, Cesara was a big customer, and he ordered more than 20 sets at a time, which was much more generous than those rich businessmen who only sold two or three sets for protection and hesitated.

"What do you want me to say without even a head?" Cesar's expression was ugly, and he did not hide his inner dissatisfaction.

"The one with the head is more expensive! This kind of individual armor is usually the smaller the size, the more expensive it is, and this one is already the smallest of its type!" the person in charge pointed to the iron can more than three meters high and said, "Don't look at its poor appearance, but its power is not weak at all." Why don't we get our weapons ready and try?"

"You guys take your time, and send someone to check the rest with me. Cesar gave Molière a color, signaled him not to have any scruples, and let go of the bargaining, so that the person in charge even knew his mother's last name.

Then, the attendant of the person in charge led Sisa out of the warehouse and walked towards the other room. This time, he not only ordered twenty mecha to use in the town, but also bought a large number of eliminated ordinary ordnance. The mixed club is different from the battle between the able, the fight is the comprehensive strength, whose younger brother has more, whose younger brother is well equipped, whose younger brother dares to fight and kill...... In the face of a group of gang members who go out and carry RPGs with them and have rich experience in fighting against people, they should be taught how to behave with stronger firepower.

Just as she was leaving the warehouse, Mung Bean Lady couldn't wait to turn on the switch on the chest of the steam armor, lay down recliningly, and then closed. Then the indicator light turned on, and a large amount of white gas was sprayed from the exhaust pipe of the tin can, and it moved awkwardly.

Although this armor looks extremely clumsy, with short hands, short legs, and bloated and clumsy, it is not as bad as it seems to be. After decades of upgrading, Ceylon's steam technology has also reached a peak. If you can drive a steam battleship into the sky, then the mecha is definitely not far behind.

Doudou, who had never had similar driving experience, did not have an unstable center of gravity or fall down when he lay down in the mecha, but quickly adapted to this feeling of being somewhat suspended and distorted. Inside the mech, she moved her limbs as usual, and the mech moved with it. The conduction is slightly delayed, but it is still within the acceptable range, and it is easier than expected.

It's just that the energy in the body can only be held in the body, and it is difficult to use it. This is also the reason why the Capable don't like mechas, if Cesar wears the Punisher, then he will not be able to use the evil fist, and he will not be able to release magic flies and viruses. Generally speaking, those who only have physical abilities will choose a simple magic armor for assistance.

After Cesar left, Doudou, under the command of the person in charge, drove this steam mecha to the weapons area, carried a bunch of exclusive equipment to the square, and began testing.

In front of a steel plate, Doudou shook his fist as usual, without exerting much strength, and then felt a shock in his shoulder, and he could no longer move forward when he encountered resistance, and then withdrew his arm. At this time, a clearly visible pit has appeared in the center of the steel plate, which is the power of technology. Even an ordinary person, after wearing it, can have the power of a person who can confront it head-on.

In another warehouse, Cesar held a sniper rifle and gestured at Camillabi. He rarely comes into contact with this kind of weapon, and he seems very excited at the moment, this thing is more exciting than mecha. The cat, on the other hand, held a disposable bazooka and cooperated in various cute moves in front of Cesar, as if Sisar was not holding a sniper rifle in his hand, but a camera.

At this moment, Camilla was holding two bazookas as crutches, holding the launch handle tightly to support her body and pretending to be disabled, and trying to kick a grenade in front of her on tiptoe, playing happily there.

Rita stood behind Cesar, looking at Camilla with a mocking expression, and said nothing. The little attendant who was in charge of the introduction on the side looked at this pair of teaseful masters and servants without common sense in a cold sweat.

"Sir, your sniper rifle is loaded with bullets, and the safety is open, it's dangerous! Please be careful not to aim this young lady's head. And this young lady, your bazooka is taken upside down, and the muzzle of the cannon is aimed at you. Also, please don't use an unused rocket launcher to support your body, it's extremely dangerous to do so!Ahhhhh

At this moment, the little attendant sat limp on the ground, with tears in his eyes for the rest of his life, and he planned to cherish life and no longer engage in the arms sales industry. It's better to go back to your hometown and sell iron plate lizards, this line of work is not suitable for you!

Throwing away the bazooka in her hand, Camilla leaped to her feet and jumped onto a spherical mine. Then he opened his arms, trying to keep his balance, and at the same time stepped on the big ball under his feet, and asked: "Cesar, there are so many equipment here, and it's cheap, why do you have to buy mechas?

"It can't be calculated like this, a steam armor is basically equivalent to a beginner-level power-type ability. Twenty mechas, which means that I suddenly have twenty more affliction-level junior brothers, which is not a small number. Especially when mechs appear in groups, they are more powerful and have fewer weaknesses. And if the driver dies, he can be replaced, and when the capable person dies, there is nothing. Cesar explained.

"Oh, that's right. But when the powerful are dead, you can still make them undead!" Camilla asked, tilting her head.

Besides, when a conflict breaks out in the future, I can use the mecha to kill the capable person, and then recover the corpse, wouldn't it be more cost-effective?!"

"You're so sinister!" Camilla rolled her eyes, picked up four more grenades, and took turns throwing four grenades in the air while stepping on the mines to keep her balance, "Cesar, look, I'm performing acrobatics!"

Seeing the scene of the cat's big death, the little attendant couldn't hold back, rolled his eyes and fainted. (To be continued......)

PS: I watched Crazy Max 4 today, and I feel that the protagonist would be perfect if he knew the Fist of the Big Dipper.

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Thanks: Bodhisattva is me, wine-brewed small reunion, tiny lion's monthly pass, and the reward of the broken de bottle.