There is a data backup of the federal central computer underground at the Charter Bureau, and the distribution of radial cracks on the inner wall of the engine calculated in advance by the Nutshell Engineering Department. Unless the Nutshell Engineering Department can predict, or apart from the Academy of Sciences plagiarizing the Nutshell data, there is no such thing. other explanation.
The broken engine of the Zihai mecha that is far away in the old moon, it is not important to open it, at least for the Academy of Sciences, if the scorching traces on the engine are exactly the same as the picture that Shang Qiu took out, This kind of post-mortem investigation is a humiliation they cannot bear.
When the young female engineer in the Nutshell Engineering Department said this, Dean Lin Yuanhu knew that it would be meaningless to hide the facts any longer. So he stood up a little wearily, and said a few words to the other party, indirectly admitting that the Academy of Sciences plagiarized Professor Shen Yulin's core data.
The old dean had already stood up at this time. He squinted his cloudy eyes and looked at the female engineer on the stage. The age spots on his face were particularly clear. At this moment, he looked at the young her, but thought of Shen Yulin under the cemetery, and thought of the closed disciple of Brother Yulin on the old moon, that guy named Xu Le.
Some time ago, Lin Yuanhu went to Yinhe Cemetery to see the graveyard of Professor Shen. After all, the two of them used to be good friends, although in their long life, they parted ways because of someone's despicableness...
Dean Lin Yuanhu bowed slightly to the surroundings without saying a word.
At that time, he needed to improve the design of the multi-engine system of the battleship, the resources of the Academy of Sciences, and a level of advancement, so he secretly copied and extended Professor Shen Yulin's series of designs, and only had the brilliance and status of these decades.
Decades have passed, Shen Yulin has died, and no one dared to mention the academic turmoil of that year under his suppression. He still habitually works and lives in that way, but in the development of the MX mecha, he suffered the worst in his life. A heavy blow.
"Is that guy who likes smoking watching his own jokes in the cemetery?" Dean Lin thought in his heart.
The entire command hall was deadly quiet. At this time, no one dared to speak, because the truth of what Shang Qiu revealed was too shocking.
The big figures of the Federation in the stands looked towards His Excellency the President, but saw a gloomy face of President Seagal.
Shang Qiu looked at Dean Lin, who was thin in the stands, with countless complicated emotions in his heart. She couldn't bear to take another look at the hunched old man. Although she knew very well that what Xu Le told her was to seek justice, the Academy of Sciences and Dean Lin deserved to be ruined, but she remained silent. Head over there and start sorting through those data evidence.
Lin Yuanhu led the federal scientific community to successfully develop the M52 mecha, and perfected the multi-engine design of the battleship, and then produced it by the mobile company in the Federation, establishing an immortal feat. With his status in the Federation over the years, the fruitful results he has achieved, if he just steps down from the position of the president of the Academy of Sciences, it will be enough to earn him a lifetime of respect.
However, people's hearts are always lacking. Just as Li Xiuzhu once sighed, the most difficult level in Lin Yuanhu's life is the word "name". Before the academic leader retired, he wanted to carve his name on the revolutionary new mecha, and put a lot of chips in order to win the Nebula Lifetime Achievement Award, but he was defeated in this matter.
Shang Qiu was a student of Capital University, but he once attended Dean Lin's big class at the First Military Academy. Lin Yuanhu's perfect interpretation of the multi-engine system of the battleship has a great influence on her. The reason why she was able to finally complete the twin-engine design based on the research of the seniors in the Nutshell Engineering Department can be said to have a lot to do with the research results of Dean Lin.
In front of everyone today, she accused Lin Yuanhu of plagiarism. At the moment when she bowed her head to clean up, she couldn't help thinking of a scene four years ago.
That year, Lin Yuanhu, President of the Federal Academy of Sciences, made a rare visit to the Space Headquarters of Nutshell Mobile Company, gave a speech to the designers, and promised to answer questions after the speech. Shang Qiu had already entered the Nutshell Engineering Department at that time. After learning the news, he took a temporary leave to attend this rare speech.
However, after the speech, there was silence in the space headquarters. Lin Yuanhu stood on the podium for a long time, but no one asked any questions. When the respected old dean left with a smile, the personnel director of the Nutshell Space Department asked the engineering staff inexplicably, "Why don't you raise your hands and ask questions at such a rare opportunity?"
After a moment of silence, an engineer replied with a sigh: "If you want to ask the Creator, do you dare?"
At that time, Shang Qiu also held such a view of the old man in the federal academic circles. However, today, she personally knocked the other side down to the altar. She walked down the podium with the information in her hands in silence, ignoring Mr. Jose who frowned, and sitting directly in her seat without speaking to her colleagues.
There was silence in the command hall, but this silence was completely different from the silence in the venue back then.
President Sigal stood up with a sullen face, and left the command hall without looking at Lin Yuanhu.
Lin Yuanhu stood quietly in the center of the stand, leaning slightly, looking extremely desolate.
In the deadly polar region of the moon, a formation of four spaceships flew to the platform at the top of Kaqi Peak. The spaceship landed reluctantly, the mechanical door on the belly of the ship opened, and the sturdy mechanical arm began to recover the mecha.
The three major systems of the Zihai mecha have basically been scrapped, and after the fall of the Zihai mecha, Xiaobaihua could no longer bear the strain of the body after continuous damage, and immediately fell. When the battleship of the federal military flew, the two mechas were like two piles of garbage, and they could not make any angry objections to the slightly rough movements of the sturdy robotic arms.
The mechanical arm was retracted, the mechanical door on the belly of the spacecraft was closed, and with the huge four-hole airflow jet, it got rid of the gravity of the moon and flew towards the back of the moon.
Inside the large cabin, dozens of soldiers are busy checking the work, and the inner ring-shaped metal robotic arm is quickly dismantling the two scrapped mechas under the control of the computer.
Whether it is the descendants of the Li family in Philadelphia or the Nutshell pilot who won the final victory, they are extremely precious treasures to the federal military, and the federal military naturally does not want their safety to have any problems.
In the control cabin, Xu Le's lips had already been raised with dry flying skin. After Xiaobaihua stopped, he took off the simulation system first, put it back in the black box, and put on a spare operating suit. .
He knew that this black box would definitely be hidden from the military researchers for a while, but he didn't want to take the initiative to explain anything. As one of the designers of the MX mecha and the winning pilot, Xu Le had this confidence in his heart.
The cabin door opened, and the soft light of artificial lighting replaced the dazzling stellar light in the cosmic vacuum environment. After squinting, Xu Le immediately adapted to the environment inside the spacecraft. With the help of several medical staff, he forcibly suppressed his body. The soreness in every muscle inside, crawled out of the control cabin with difficulty.
Looking back, I saw that the beautiful little white flower mecha was no longer what it used to be, as if it had been hit countless times beyond recognition, the black paste was deformed and distorted, very ugly and miserable.
"What is this?" The two military mechanic in charge of collecting data asked Xu Le with a black suitcase.
Xu Le blinked a little tiredly and said, "Personal belongings, you can check the catalog, but please don't disturb them."
On the other side of the spacious cabin, Lieutenant Colonel Li Feng in the Zihai Mecha also walked out with the help of the soldiers.
The damage of Zihai was more serious than that of Xiaobaihua. When the military spaceship was towed back to the mecha, the researchers found in horror that the last layer of Zihai's life-support circulatory system was already on the verge of collapse. Some, the pilots in Zihaili may directly deal with the vacuum of the lunar surface.
However, Madman Li didn't need someone to help him, because compared to Xu Le, the shock to his body was smaller.
From the moment Zihai fell, the sixteen-year-old genius pilot fell into silence. The face that was prone to violent expressions was now heart-stoppingly cold.
The special operating uniform that was previously no longer tightly wrapped around his explosive body. He was wearing a lieutenant colonel's uniform. He stood on the floor and looked back to the other side of the cabin, his eyes flashing. With a trace of unwillingness and deep expression.
"Lieutenant Colonel, what is this?" asked a mechanic standing at the door of the control cabin with a small box in his hand.
Madman Li looked back at the man and said indifferently, "Personal belongings, don't move around. After checking the catalogue, send them back to me."
There is neither Xu Le's black box nor Li Feng's small box in the catalog of test object component numbers provided by the Federal Academy of Sciences and Nutshell Motor Corporation. walk in. Because the pilots of the federal army have always had the habit of putting certain items in their mechas for good omen, they didn't pay much attention to these two boxes.
They just felt that the belongings used by the two ace pilots to control the plane were too large. When one of the mechanics was doing the item numbering, he suddenly asked curiously: "That lieutenant colonel named Li Feng, I heard... is the grandson of the war god?"
Another mechanic frowned and said, "The captain just conveyed an order from the ministry. The entire battle is kept secret. It is said to be the fifth-sequence incident of the Charter Bureau. What are you talking about?"
"Just a chat with you. Besides, I don't mean to be disrespectful to the god of war. I'm just curious, what kind of machine does the Lee family in Philadelphia usually use. You must know that when we were in the 7th Armored Division, our division commander was the most precious. The special mecha battalion usually uses their own women's underwear."
The man said with a smile, and then his eyes fell on the two boxes.