"Signed this non-disclosure agreement."

Morgan took out a small document from the mezzanine on the side of the door, and placed it between the two of them with a pen

Fran nodded, pulled over the file, and without looking at it carefully, he turned to the last page and signed his name neatly and neatly. Morgan was a little surprised, "Don't take a closer look?" ”

"It always has to be signed, it doesn't matter."

Fran is very calm, after all, he is a demon and an inferior person, how can he be qualified not to sign?

"Well, to put it simply, there's a new type of armor that you need to test drive."

Morgan didn't ask, after all......

Inquisition Bureau, efficiency is paramount.

"Okay."

"This armor is equipped with a lot of cutting-edge technology, the result of all the scientific and technological investment of the empire in the last ten years. It is precisely because of this that some technologies are not mature, and test drives are very dangerous. ”

"Well, it doesn't matter."

Fran was still morbidly calm, "Hmm...... Expensive, right? ”

"Huh?" Morgan didn't react for a while, "What's expensive?" ”

"That armor is very expensive, my armor is not very good at driving, I'm afraid of breaking ......"

Morgan looked weird and shook his head, "Don't worry about compensation or anything like that, you don't need to worry about that." ”

As he spoke, he pulled out another stack of papers, and just as Furlong was about to pull over the papers and sign his name, Morgan stopped him, and the gray-haired middle-aged man was unprecedentedly serious, "It's too late for you to regret it now......"

Fran was silent for a moment, then suddenly chuckled and looked up at Morgan with his easy purple eyes, "But sinners never have room to repent......"

Morgan was silent, he pulled out his herbal tea from the side, poured it down hard, and didn't admonish anything more, just stared at Furlong's purple eyes.

The breathtaking deep purple color made him feel some unexplained palpitations, as if a chewing sound pierced through the barriers of time, and drifted into Morgan's ears like a gust of wind, and in an instant, he even tensed up all over, putting on an already somewhat rusty fighting stance, but after a moment his whole body relaxed.

Morgan, Morgan, what are you doing? It's just a demon, is it so exciting?

Really, one day nervous, do you really think that you are still the ace judge Guan Ye ghost back then? It's been a long time since I've ridden that old antique, alas, hurry up and serve the old one......

Morgan tugged at the corners of his mouth and smiled, intending to ease the sudden tension, "Take a look at that document, there are some things in it that you still need to know." ”

Furlong nodded, and as the file flipped through, a look of shock appeared on Franc's calm face, and a childish prank of joy welled up in Morgan's heart for no apparent reason, finally making the guy no longer keep his damn calm.

Although his calm was entirely of his own making.

"You ...... Made a piece of armor out of God? ”

Fran struggled to get the few words out of his mouth.

"Correct, it's not me. It's the crazy guys of precision gear, and I'm just the one who runs errands. ”

Morgan shrugged, "Don't say it, you signed a non-disclosure agreement." ”

Fran nodded, his shocked expression gradually returning to calm, and then directly turned the document to the last page, and signed his name neatly again.

"Not hesitating?"

"For a test drive, I get a house, and for every test drive, I get a lot of gold." Fran flipped to the fourth page of the Chinese document, which said that test drivers would receive the Norton Mansion, and that each test drive would receive a certain amount of gold coins based on performance.

Fran raised his head again and looked at Morgan with those eye-catching eyes, "I need this, our house is due, our tuition fees and arrears for a long time......"

Morgan was silent, he lit a cigarette, and looked through the smoke at the young man with a calm expression but a stubborn tone in his tone, "You sold yourself just for a little bit of something outside of your body?" ”

"We need these things that you look down on, it's winter soon, if we don't find a house before winter, we will probably freeze to death on the streets, Olin's winter, but it's very cold." As if to explain something, but as if to comfort himself, Fran spoke again, "Anyway, I at least sold myself for a good price, and that's enough......"

Fran lowered his head again, and Morgan quietly took the cigarette in his mouth, not puffing out the smoke, but letting it spread throughout the carriage.

After a long silence, with a slight shudder, the car's privacy window fell, revealing a desolation outside, which is not common in Orin, and Morgan pushed the door open, motioning for Furlong to follow.

The two got out of the car, and the driver honked the horn, then started the magic crystal engine and galloped away, leaving only the two on this vast and desolate wilderness.

Morgan shouted into the clearing in front of him, "Morgan, head of the Inquisition Bureau, mission, mission codename, Prometheus!" ”

As if something had been awakened, a sound of machinery turning came from the ground, and the barren grass in front of the two of them suddenly cracked a thin slit, and with the sound of machinery running, a downward staircase appeared on the originally empty clearing.

A mechanical sound came from the staircase underground.

"The mission has been confirmed, and you have ten seconds to explain the identity of the person close to you."

Ten seconds later, the sound of the revolver rattlesnake machine gun warming up from under the stairs made it clear that it wasn't a very pleasant answer.

"Test driver."

"Identity is being verified, identity authentication passed, second-class citizen, Fran." The mechanical voice paused slightly, as if to verify something, "Welcome to the ...... Precision Gear ......"

"Precision gears?"

Fran was a little shocked, the entire empire is famous, has a great reputation, and the top institution of the entire empire's science and technology sits on such an inconspicuous wasteland?

This was the second time he had been shocked today.

Morgan held out his large, rough, calloused hand and patted Fran on the shoulder, "Let's go, it's not good to let that madman wait." ”

As the two of them moved forward, the originally closed doors gradually unlocked and opened, and then quietly closed after they passed, after passing through six heavily guarded gates, with the opening of the seventh gate, a wide corridor appeared around the two, the width of the corridor could accommodate the passage of three standard armor, and countless mechanics in white robes on the corridor at this time hurriedly passed by, or communicated in pairs.

It's a palace of warmth and upliftment, thirst for knowledge. However, eighty percent of the Empire's battle armor was forged under these courteous white-robed scholars.

Not to mention the forbidden weapons that spew flames of all kinds and plunder all kinds of lives.

They are fanatical seekers of knowledge, and even more so executioners who have blood in their hands but are content to turn through books and seek knowledge!