In front of her relatives, Jian Shui'er can be charming, youthful, cute and charming, playful and moving to the point of being so natural, making countless opposite sex fascinated, willing to be displaced for her, this natural ability has some kind of indescribable mystery. Feel.
This is the real her, but not all of her. The other part of her is unwilling to use the smart skills she acquired in the first hospital and the Philadelphia home to figure out the sinister and complicated world, but now the doubts are lingering, like the clouds that forever shrouded the night sky, blocking the way. The thousands of stars sprinkled from the universe made it difficult for her to keep her heart in an ideal state of being slender and translucent.
At this moment, she needs to discuss the heavy and deep doubts in her heart with close and trusted people, and on this planet, there is no doubt that there is only the man with small eyes.
After a complicated permission check, she was taken by a female officer to a large warehouse deep in the underground base of the airport. The national girl looked at the scene in front of her and covered her slightly open mouth in surprise.
The underground warehouse is very large and empty. A huge Federation black MX mecha is hung on a semi-suspended platform. The severely damaged left mecha shell has been disassembled, revealing the complex and dizzying mechanical structure inside. It looks like a human skeleton specimen in a medical school, but it has a faint metallic luster, and because it is too large, it has a strong sense of oppression on the people in the warehouse.
On the left front of the black MX, a simple automatic assembly line suspended at a height of five meters is transporting many parts locally.
Below the assembly line, six officers were recording something with solemn expressions and earnestness. The electronic machine repair record book in their hands kept flashing rapidly, recording every action seen by the naked eye in detail. The dark blue block on the left shoulder indicates that they are federal mechanic officers.
An officer wiped the sweat from his forehead, looked at the guy on the black mecha who was climbing and jumping silently like an ape, and said in shock: "I always thought my mechanic level was good, it's already good..."
Xu Le stood on the tall mecha.
One night of war, traveling thousands of miles, even the Federation's latest generation of MX mechas, under the desperate pursuit of the Empire Moon Wolf Mecha Brigade, still ended up with many holes on one side, and some systems were vulnerable. Xu Le thought that the Ministry of Defense would give him new difficult tasks, so after two hours of light sleep, he came to the warehouse, trying to repair the black MX in the shortest time.
Pulling a long data cable, he squinted and stood under the black mecha, his fingers lightly touched the controller on the terminal, and removed the outer armor of the MX mecha, not paying much attention to the six people behind him. The mechanic sergeant's gaze, in fact, anyone who has permission to enter this warehouse is naturally qualified to approach MX.
Xu Le climbed to the platform under the left shoulder of the mecha, reached out and pulled out two data cables, broke them with force, and then connected to the workbench. With the sound of the motor, the light silver automatic repair arm rose out of the mecha.
Shang Qiu made a lot of modifications to the black MX. All the long-range firepower systems that Xu Le did not need were deleted, but the automatic repair arm carried by the mecha was forcibly retained, because She knew that for a genius mechanic like Xu Le, a standardized automatic repair arm was more important than anything else.
The mechanical repair arm made of light alloys was lifted off by the crane on the top of the warehouse. Xu Le rubbed his hair, squinted his eyes and groaned. He grabbed the start ring of the repair arm with both hands and pressed the button.
Bright electric sparks were ejected from the top of the mechanical arm, and the prepared parts were carefully placed inside the damaged mecha, and then quickly welded and connected one by one.
At this time, Xu Le was wearing a dark green vest, and his muscles were usually not visible, but because he had to operate the extremely heavy mechanical arm, he became clear-cut and full of a sense of unexplained power.
Wearing sunglasses, he carried out repair work quickly and accurately, while requesting parts for the six mechanics below.
"Standard ferrule shock absorbers."
"No. 3 ball joint transfer rod."
"No? M52 knee joint transmission rod... Please polish it to 3CM caliber."
He stood on the tall mecha, holding a mechanical repair arm, spitting sparks, like one of the most heroic soldiers of the Federation holding a Darling rotating machine gun, constantly strafing.
Every operation he did, every part he requested, would make the hearts of the six federal mechanic officers shudder, because they had never seen anyone perform this type of mechanic repair.
Every micro-operation performed by the young officer on the black mecha is so delicate and appropriate, no one can imagine that a person carrying a heavy repair arm can do so much so quickly The repair work, and not a single action is redundant!
What made these mechanic sergeants panic and worship was that at the beginning, they didn't understand the intention of Xu Le's repairing actions. It was not until half a minute later that the prototype gradually gathered, and they roughly understood these subtleties. Top repair ideas...
They have to admit that Xu Le, who is repairing the black MX, has already surpassed them in terms of mechanic repair level. No, it exceeds the level of most mechanics in the federal military. Myths seem to be slowly turning into reality at this moment.
So the mechanic sergeant was shocked and only repeated a certain emotion over and over, and the mechanic sergeant beside him also silently felt the same.
One person stared, pursed his lips, looked at Xu Le who was taking out a knife and was cutting a closed circuit, and said in shock: "Can this parallel serial cable be replaced by three overlapping wires? There is no such statement in the textbook. ."
"We don't understand, it doesn't mean it's not feasible, don't forget, MX was originally designed by him."
The voice of the discussion in the field was very low, but Xu Le, who was climbing up and down on the black mecha, could hear it clearly. Looking back, he said, "There is no material now, and this is the only way to go. Do you have solidified gears here?"
"Yes! I'll look for it right away!" the officer exclaimed.
The mechanic sergeants in the basement warehouse were already dumbfounded when they watched Xu Le's amazing mechanic operations, but they didn't notice Jian Shui'er's arrival outside the door. Appearing around, I'm afraid they will faint with excitement, but at this moment, they have already been engrossed in the mechanic operation shown by Xu Le, and they have completely forgotten everything outside themselves.
Jian Shui'er was wearing a military uniform, folded her arms around her chest, leaned against the door, and watched the scene in front of her with interest.
She had already remembered that Xu Le was a very talented mechanic, and the previous shock gradually faded away, but at this moment, looking at the adoring eyes of those mechanic, for some reason, she also had a faint feeling of pride in her heart.
Last night, Xu Le fled thousands of miles and returned to the mountain to make a surprise attack. Xu Le left a deep impression on this national girl, but it was very strange. At this moment, Xu Le was wearing a tight-fitting military vest, sweating profusely, holding it like a big gun for repairs. The picture of the arm really caused some inexplicable emotions in her heart.
"The figure is quite good." Jian Shui'er looked at Xu Le, who was busy on the mecha, and thought subconsciously, and shrugged her shoulders self-deprecatingly.
The damage to the black MX is not too serious, but because most of the special parts are missing in the Luoqiu Airport, Xu Le can only use some general components as replacements. Those bizarre ideas have made this black MX stand up and run again, which is already very incredible.
One stage of the repair work was completed, the six mechanic officers left the warehouse, Xu Le wiped the sweat off his forehead, sighed softly, and climbed off the tall mecha.
He is very different from the general military mechanic, not only because he knows the MX mecha too much, but also because of the repair concept taught to him by Uncle Feng Yu back then - whether it is a battleship or a mecha, it is actually just a Tools used by humans are no different from household appliances.
Adhering to this concept, Xu Le has no timidity when repairing the mecha. He dares to fill in any kind of messy alternative equipment, whether it is self-cleaning equipment or civilian electrical equipment, anyway, he only requires this mecha to be able to move. stand up…
It has to be said that it is this difference in concept, the cognition of gold as dung, that allows Xu Le to mess around unscrupulously, so that the mechanic next to him is stunned and worshipped.
As he climbed off the mecha, his face was covered with black oil, and he had a heavy tool hanging behind his hips like he was used to when a teenager, clanging and clanging, and he was quite embarrassed. .
Jian Shui'er looked at him with a smile. In the empty warehouse, there seemed to be a crisp sound of metal colliding, like wind chimes.
"You said that your father liked to carry a lot of tools behind him back then, is it like you are now?"
"almost."
Xu Le said with a smile, scratching his head subconsciously, the black high-density motor oil in his hands was all mixed on his face, and his face was painted black.
Jian Shui'er hid her mouth and smiled. After a while, she calmed down and asked earnestly, "Is there a new task for you from the Ministry of Defense?"
"Not yet." Xu Le opened the workbench, began to organize tools, and said in a deep voice: "But I think I will definitely not let me send you back to the capital star circle. No matter what task the Ministry of Defense gives me, I must first After my MX is repaired, there is not much I can do without this mecha."
Jian Shui'er was silent for a moment. She understood what Xu Le meant. Whether it was a special mecha battalion or an ordinary field force, whether it was a federation or an empire, all pilots would have their own mechas, just like those in ancient myths. Like a warrior on a steed.
"This is your mecha. It is estimated that many stars will be painted on it in a few days." She said with a smile: "Did you give it a name?"
This is the tradition of the federal military. Every time a mecha warrior kills an imperial mecha, he is eligible to spray a golden star on the left mechanical leg of his mecha. From last night to now, Jian Shui'er is very clear. , Xu Le is at least qualified to spray six gold stars.
Xu Le thought seriously for a while, then raised his head and smiled. The white teeth on his black face were very clear: "I'm going to call it Little Black Flower."
"What a guy who doesn't know how to name." Jian Shui'er thought silently.