These pilots are like superpowers with weak bodies, or mages, when they are well prepared, they are powerful, but once they are caught off guard, there will be the scene just now, and they will be killed in one move without even reacting.

Their bodies are not protected by a force field, they are no longer genetically strengthened, and they are not even comparable to some strong men who exercise muscles.

"In this way, maybe that Phila should be in this situation, maybe we can go and see if there is a chance to do it. Garon had a calculation in his mind.

The biggest weakness of pilots is that they can't maintain their strength at any time like secret warriors, their consciousness is equivalent to the bullets in a pistol, and they must be reloaded when they run out, so generally speaking, they will not be in a state of call at any time, and that state will also consume consciousness.

In this way, the usual daily state is actually not too strong, and it is estimated that it is okay to encounter a threat that is too late to react.

Walking out of the parking lot, Garon looked up at the artificial sun, which was still shining brightly around the silver ring.

He found the best way to deal with the pilot, which was to attack and kill at close range, so that the opponent would not even have time to react, and inflict heavy damage on the opponent.

A pilot without the protection of the consciousness force field is at best a relatively strong ordinary person.

It is not like a secret warrior who has a strong physique defense that matches his own strength level at any time.

"Stop!" suddenly a man shouted behind him.

Garon didn't pay attention to it, but suddenly felt a cold behind him, and he instantly lowered his head. Consciousness mobilizes, reaching out and grabbing the top of the head.

A hard and sharp feeling suddenly reached his fingertips, and Garon immediately broke his fingers and retracted, but they were still rubbed a little.

Only then did he see it clearly. Something that swept over his head.

It was a mechanical bee that looked the size of a fist. The bees are made of silver and white metal all over their bodies, but the wings behind them are non-metallic materials that vibrate at high speed, and some places on their bodies are even covered with some kind of flesh and blood, giving people the feeling of a combination of mechanical and biochemical technology.

Garon looked at his fingers, and he didn't know when a layer of skin had broken on them, and he could faintly see blood.

"I told you to stop!" the man's voice behind him rang out again.

Garon turned, completely ignoring the mechanical bees that were still flying in midair. Instead, he looked directly at the man in white who was catching up behind him.

This man was the man who had just entered the parking lot.

His face was gloomy, and the same mechanical bee was hovering around him.

"Dare to kill people in the Authority, it's not a small courage!"

Garon was strangely aware that he didn't feel an aggressive consciousness from the other party. Only a protective shield covered the man.

"What killing? I don't know, friend. Garon shrugged innocently, "The mouth is on you, you don't want to frame a good person." ”

"It's not a frame-up. Come back to the Authority with me!" The man didn't finish.

Garon felt a gust of wind in the back of his head. He didn't look behind him, lowered his head, kicked the ground, and the whole person was like a compressed spring, swept backwards at once, drawing a perfect arc, and staggered with the bees rushing behind him, and even the bees didn't have time to react. He disappeared around the corner in a few arrows.

"What a great skill!" The man in white suddenly became solemn when he saw this scene. "Not even a mechanical bee at a speed of three can't catch up," his eyes flickered. Decide not to wade into this troubled water, the opponent is not an ordinary person this time, and this response is simply a veteran who has killed countless people, not a character to be messed with.

Running wildly on the edge of the street, Garon felt that there was no sense of tracking behind him, and gradually slowed down, and soon returned to the same posture as ordinary shoppers, looking left and right.

Although the inner courtyard is very chaotic, there are still not many people who openly do it on some streets where there are a lot of surveillance, and in many places you can see the people who do it, and after a while, someone will come to maintain order, and these people who maintain order are not from the Authority, but some students who seem to be scattered, obviously the gang managed here.

Wherever you do it, there will naturally be gangs and managers on that territory who are responsible for the aftermath.

There is no mercy here.

Garon walked over and saw a lot along the way. A pure and beautiful young girl with watery eyes was tricked into the alley by several bad students, and what came out half a minute later was the screams of several bad students.

Several cute girls who seemed to be shopping together had a verbal altercation with people at the door of the store, and one of the girls had a hot temper and slapped a man who looked strong with a bald head and broke his arms, and the whole person flew out more than ten meters away.

Of course, it's not all this contrast, but along the way, none of those who dare to go to the street casually like this are fuel-efficient lamps, all of them don't have strong strength, and at the very least, they also have protective things.

The inner courtyard is always in chaos, and even in this neighborhood where there are people, the difference is not very big.

Robbery, fighting, revenge, high-energy gun shooting, semi-mechanized armored fights, small spaceship chases, just a weak person, without any special means, even going to the street is an extremely luxurious thing.

Garon had almost been affected several times, and even he didn't want to experience the terrifying power of thermal weapons.

As he cautiously hurried back, he began to think about the methods used by the man he had just met.

At the same time, you can quickly check it on the watch, and you can connect to the network of the inner courtyard, and you can access a lot of information that cannot be found in the outside world.

Soon, a profession other than piloting appeared in front of Garon's eyes.

'Mechanic - A powerful profession that uses a variety of biochemical technologies and mechanical intelligence to create guards, tools, platforms, and more. Specialized categories of consciousness are required. It requires a lot of expertise and is divided into many genre categories. There are mechanics who study warfare, and there are scientific mechanics who study medicines. ’

"Mechanic?" Garon suddenly remembered the kind of Brilliant Light Exercise that he had seen before, which he had seen without any combat power, and that he had seen it when he was trading with the Glory Nobles.

"Doesn't it mean that biochemical modulation technology has been eliminated for many years? Why is there a talent like a mechanic who can master biochemical machinery in the inner courtyard?"

He was slightly curious. Keep looking.

'Unlike the modulators who used biochemical pools in ancient times, mechanics are mainly based on mechanical intelligence, and biochemical technology is only used as a supplement. They have great advantages over modulators, the biggest of which is that they can have their own scientific research platform, which can be used to synthesize many materials and components needed by high-end mechas. It can carry out all-round maintenance such as accelerated repair and healing of high-end mechas, improved technology, and enhanced power. ’

'The number of mechanics in the inner courtyard is scarce, and their actual combat ability is often not high. But it has a good relationship with many high-end pilots. It is one of the rare talents. ’

Garon carefully read the information, and then flipped through other special rare professions, and found that in addition to the pilot. There are mechanics and biochemists, the two most complex professions, and mechanics already know something. If the role of the mechanic for the pilot is mainly to focus on the maintenance and treatment of the mecha. Then the biochemist is aimed at the treatment and maintenance of the pilot himself.

'Biochemist - a special profession with pharmacy, biochemistry, and virology as tools, many biochemists have advanced from the profession of doctors, mainly responsible for high-end treatment of injuries, treatment of congenital diseases, incurable diseases, and dealing with various troublesome diseases of senior pilots. The status is higher than that of the mechanic. Quantities are extremely scarce. ’

Otherwise, there are no other special rare classes worth noting.

"The mechanic is responsible for the repair and maintenance of high-end mechs, so to speak. Ordinary maintenance factories can't meet the needs of high-end mecha masters, so a capable mechanic must have mastered the secrets of many high-end pilots' mechas, and a lot of relationship networks" Garon was secretly shocked, "Such a talent, moving him is moving a whole interest group." ”

"Presumably the biochemist should be similar. ”

He suddenly felt a little moved, with his attainments in biochemistry, it should be much easier than ordinary people to become a biochemist.

In addition, potential points may also be able to help, and these two professions are more in line with his strategy of condensing the background of potential forces and buying time for himself to grow.

"However, both classes require special cultivation of non-combat consciousness, which is a troublesome condition. Gallon thought of a solution as he walked towards Professor Vando's cottage.

Back at the villa, he directly found the intelligence center Hill and asked the professor's whereabouts, it was about to be time to give a lecture, and after entering the inner courtyard for a few days, he almost forgot that Professor Fanduo would give a lecture every five days.

"Biochemist and Mechanic, you ask? Every student will be interested in both. Of course they all failed. Hill sneered mercilessly, "Biochemists don't have relevant exercises, and there are two mechanics, and you can choose to buy them for concurrent." ”

Sitting on the wooden sofa in the living room on the first floor, Garon asked with a sigh of relief.

"Where's the price?"

"Count you cheaper, let's round it, two hundred task points. Hill casually made an offer. This guy is clearly aiming at the two hundred task points that Garon has just arrived, and any student who enters the villa, he can find out how many task points there are in the other party's inner courtyard account, and he is really a profiteer.

"Which two?" Garon didn't care, the task was something, anyway, it would be good to grab some and come back if he didn't have them, he was never a good person.

"You really want to buy it, but depending on your qualifications, maybe you can really do the profession of mechanic, many genius pilots will choose to also cultivate the profession of mechanic, after all, who wants to keep all the secrets of high-end mecha in the hands of others in the future? You are right, I have seen those mechanics in the inner courtyard, and many of them have the same temperament as you. ”

"Forget it, Ciel, how many times have you said this to me, fooling so many people and trying to fool the new junior!" a woman strode into the living room.

This woman has broad bones and is much taller than ordinary people, and she looks like a giantess, more than two meters and three. He is dressed in bright red clothes and has long pale yellow hair.

The woman was followed by two young girls and boys who were very tender at first glance, the two guys were not very old, estimated to be only eighteen or nineteen years old, and their clothes were actually the signs of freshman years.

"These are the two juniors and sisters selected by the teacher this time, Miluo and Nihui. The woman smiled and introduced to Garon, "I'm your senior sister, Galafil, born gigantism, don't care." ”

Garon smiled and stood up.

"I'm Nonosiva, just call me Nono. As soon as he stood up, the faint bloody aura that had just been left after the killing suddenly spread, making the world Galafil eyes squint slightly.

This guy is not simple

Galafi originally thought that this junior needed to be trained like before he dared to live a normal life in the inner courtyard, but he didn't expect that this guy himself didn't seem to be a good stubble

Miluo and Ni Hui, the two freshman guys, also looked at Garon with some sense of recognition, obviously the identity of the same newcomer naturally shortened the distance between them.

Miluo is the little boy, and he was about to go over and talk to Nuo Nuo, but he was slightly pulled down by his senior sister. (To be continued......)