"How?" Looking at the snooker who took off his helmet, Luke asked with a smile.

"Something terrible comes to mind." Snooker's voice was a little muffled.

Luke shrugged, "Although you have already signed the contract, there are some things that I think I still need to ask again." ”

Hearing this, Snooker raised his eyes to Luke who walked up to him.

"What did General Evra say to you?" Luke shoved a piece of [dark chocolate] into his hand and motioned for him to eat it: "My lab product, it has the taste of chocolate, but it can calm the after-effects of memory flooding. ”

Snooker did not refuse Luke's kindness, the only intact left hand took the [chocolate] handed over by Luke, skillfully bit the package with his teeth, almost the same stuff, and stuffed all the [dark chocolate] ten centimeters long and half the width of an adult's palm into his mouth, while chewing silently, his eyes looked at his mutilated right arm, and the look on his face seemed to be reminiscing.

"He just said that with you, there might be a way to get me back to normal."

"Didn't he say the risk?"

"I don't care about that." Snooker swallowed the chocolate in his mouth, probably because of psychological factors, and he felt that the mind he was churning just now had indeed become much calmer, which could make him think more. "For me, to be able to get back to normal, I don't care about the risks. They don't care either. ”

Snooker refers to the same kind of people out there who have signed contracts with him.

"You crave the battlefield?" Luke took a copy of the information file that White Queens had put together, glanced at it, and asked.

Snooker was silent for a moment and nodded.

"Why?"

"I don't know what else I can do but the battlefield?" Snooker said calmly, he had seen many retired soldiers, many of whom could not find a new way of life, and the skills they brought out of the army also made them become gangs or minions of mercenary legions. And for people like him, who retired with injuries and illnesses and have no relatives and families, most of them can only borrow alcohol every day to kill their worries except for some repairmen.

"I've read some of your information, and after retiring, you didn't give up on yourself like many people outside, on the contrary, you were very self-disciplined." Luke said, observing the snooker who was looking at him silently, smiled with satisfaction, and did not ask or test further, but said bluntly: "If you are eager for the battlefield and for fighting, then we may be able to re-sign a new contract." ”

Snooker remained silent, as if waiting for Luke's next words. However, Luke didn't mean to continue, he whispered to the person next to him to take his place to take his place, and beckoned to the standing straight snooker, motioning for him to follow. The two made their way through the crowd and through the room to another place that resembled a laboratory.

There are more and more access controls and cameras along the way, and with snooker's experience and eyesight, there are no dead ends. Luke took him all the way to brush his face, stopped at an elevator that went straight to the third basement floor, the elevator doors opened to both sides, and then the picture that came into his eyes, with the calmness tempered on the battlefield of snooker, he couldn't help but lose his mind!

A ten-meter-tall mechanical creature filled his entire eye socket with a brutal and rugged savagery! Let snooker see nothing but it with his eyes. Although it looks ugly, with all kinds of mechanical parts and densely packed human scalp numbing lines, it looks like a half-finished product, but this does not hinder snooker's first impression of it.

"What is this? Some kind of mechanical armor? Snooker took the initiative to ask Luke for the first time, and he pointed to the behemoth in his eyes, and his eyes were full of him. He even saw that a man with strong muscles and a temperament similar to him, who should have been a soldier, was naked, and several researchers were constantly assembling and locking some equipment on him, and it looked like one of his arms was being put on a mechanical arm sleeve.

"You can think so." Luke glanced nonchalantly.

Mecha is a man's romance, this sentence is good.

But this kind of romance, he has seen too much in a certain world, and his heart has long been calm. What's more, in his cognition, the sentence that mecha is a man's romance should be corrected to mean that all metal creations full of mechanical beauty and violent beauty are men's romance.

"What are they doing?" There was a rare look of interest on Snooker's face.

Seeing him like this, Luke simply turned around and walked over with him: "It's just an experiment, you can take a closer look." ”

Snooker, who stopped near the railing of the test area, looked at the test not far away. His eyes glowed with intense brilliance when he saw the subject with the mechanical arm clenching his fist, and the huge metal creature behind him that had been his attention to also raised his metal arm and clenched his fist in unison.

"The synaesthesia system is paired with machinery, and in exchange for the near-synchronous harmony of man and machine. How, how does it feel? Luke took the initiative to explain as if he knew what snooker was thinking. Of course, he didn't elaborate on what techniques were used in this, which were not necessary for snooker.

"Is this the technology that will allow me to get back to normal?" Snooker turned his head to look at Luke, his eyes burning.

"Of course not." Luke directly denied snooker's speculation, and continued under his stunned gaze: "Do you know how expensive it is to make a synaesthesia system now? Ordinary mutilations do not require this technique. To put it mildly, the price of ordinary smart prosthetics will already make ordinary people feel pressured. ”

"Of course, you're different." Under Snooker's somewhat cooled enthusiastic gaze, Luke reminded: "New contract." ”

"New contract?" Snooker chewed on his lips, he knew that there might be some harsh or other conditions in this new contract, but he didn't care. When he saw the big guy, he had a lot of good feelings about this place.

"It's just a long-term security contract." Luke is blunt. "I need you to help me build a strong elite squad that is only subordinate to me. You can pick your players, preferably in the same situation as you, of course. I will be able to provide you with the best armament, the most powerful equipment, and keep it updated for a long time.

What you have to do is to help me solve some secret troubles and enemies, and verify the data and experience of the equipment you use. ”