Chapter 996

For the Griffin, Jonathan, remiga, Josiah and Erik, they have already guessed the mecha.

I just didn't expect to push the mainframe out so soon and make it public.

They know the inside story.

He was calm.

The large mecha is a super pit, who falls who dies.

Without the intelligent helmet and super engine as the basic guarantee for operation and driving, it would be a waste of effort to throw more money into the large-scale mecha project. The reason why taohuaao base is so powerful and dare to mount large-scale mecha is that they have an omnipotent Mr. mu, who transplanted the intelligent operating system of the mecha in competitive games to the real mecha and achieved success... Without this, no one can imagine the consequences of using the steering wheel or other handles to operate the mecha.

Is it a big toy?

It depends on the engine.

There is no super engine that can make it move freely and put into actual combat. Even if the mecha is made, it will always be an expensive big toy!

Taohuaao Silver Oak Association.

Paul, the core member of the Dongshan Hawkeye group, walked in slowly.

Look a little tired.

He ordered a glass of frozen beer, sat down and had a good drink, then relaxed a little.

In recent days, because of the advent of large-scale mecha, he had to stop the process of "Kung Fu" project, which was dismissed as nothing by his superiors, and was forced to switch to large-scale mecha. He was not interested in it. In addition, he was often driven out by the dogs of brother Nongmei, which made him tired physically and mentally.

He missed the days when he followed Nuo Nuo Nuo and pretended to be a Kung Fu lover and kept asking for information.

That was the happiest experience of his life.

It's a pity.

Since the last attack.

Nuo Nuo and her elder martial sister don't talk to any crooked nuts any more.

They were wary and unwilling to talk to strangers. They were afraid that they would fall into some trap again. In addition, Paul knew that his original performance made each other cold and shut the door of friends completely. Yes, he doesn't even have the qualification to be a friend now. As soon as Nuo Nuo and her elder martial sisters see him, they will refuse to do anything with him.

Paul really wanted to hear Nuo Nuo scold himself.

But obviously the other side can't do that.

She just ignored herself.

"Young man, lost in love?" Johnson, who was investigating the fortifier, suddenly sat down beside Paul. While ordering a brandy, he grinned at Paul and said, "the whole Dongshan mountain is very happy. There are not many people like you! Listen to me, lovelorn is nothing to be afraid of. You just need to see the nature of a woman. With all due respect, maybe in the eyes of lovers, she is the best girl in the world. Innocent boys regard her as a pure goddess. The goddess is high and unattainable, but she may lie in the arms of different men every night... "

"Maybe it's suitable for others, Johnson. This kind of poisonous chicken soup is the best drink for those lovelorn first brothers, but I'm not lovelorn." Paul waved his hand.

"Paul, the word lovelorn has been written on your forehead!" Johnson laughed.

"You really misunderstood me. I'm not in love." Paul rolled his eyes.

"Well, my friend, let's drink to you for not being lovelorn." Johnson raised the glass to Paul.

Paul picked up the glass and touched it with him.

I took a sip of beer.

Paul could not help asking Johnson about the investigation process of fortified medicine. He knew that there were so many ears here that people might listen to the words that were a little out of line. So he asked a popular topic: "Johnson, do you think the big mecha can really rule the next era? Gene man plus mecha, almost everyone is saying that this is an invincible combination, what do you think? "

Johnson shook his head to Paul's surprise: "my point of view is that weapons are always weapons. It doesn't matter what weapons are used. What matters is who are the people who use weapons!"

Paul agreed with this point of view in his heart, but on the surface he disagreed and said, "give primitive people a mecha. Are they important?"

Johnson said with a smile: "the special operations team in taohua'ao is not a primitive man. In fact, I think the project you are involved in is very interesting. Let me tell you this. Paul, this is from my heart. I have never told anyone except you. I think the project I follow only determines the lower limit of a person, but the project you follow can determine the upper limit of a person.... "

"What is your basis?" Paul was startled by this, because it was also the conclusion he had recently reached.

"I saw that video you took." Johnson took a sip from his glass and said, "I have to say that ZuLong people know how to hide themselves. If they don't see it with their own eyes, who knows that a few delicate little girls who look vulnerable can beat more than a dozen big men and even the old strong men who have been cultivated by the water of old gene medicine gold! Their strength has exceeded the level of general gene fighters. I think their strength is not necessarily the improvement of their physical quality brought about by fortified medicine or gene medicine. Can you understand me? They have learned the project you are working with, and they are born with a very high ceiling. There should be a lot of people like them, and they have an inseparable relationship with that one! Paul, your vision is right. You have found the most crucial part of the problem. It's just that those pigheads don't pay attention to your proposal and always focus on those weapons. Weapons are really powerful, but they need people to drive them. The stronger the people who drive them, the more powerful the weapons are. The focus is on people, not weapons. This is my conclusion. "

"Johnson, I totally agree with you." Paul's heart resonated with his confidant. He raised his glass and showed Johnson's shining black skin: "you are the smartest and most farsighted nigger I have ever seen. Cheers!"

"You are also the most infatuated man I have ever seen!" Johnson laughed.

"Please, I'm not lovelorn..." Paul cried awkwardly, then laughed at himself: "have you ever seen a lovelorn that is doomed to fail before it starts?"

"If I were that girl, I might be spitting on your face, Mr. Paul. You are too professional."

"Forget about that. Tell me, what can I do?"

"I can't rush up to block my sister and be a hero for three seconds, but I'll at least yell. Compared with you, my professional quality is still a little bit worse. I'm not allowed to insist on the front-line direct news when I see my favorite sister being attacked. Do you know how many people over there scold you? Countless people say that you've lost your face from the American continent to Dongshan. If they know your address, maybe someone will beat you up! " Johnson shrugged his shoulders: "your boss sent you to follow the mecha project, which has to be said to be an extremely appropriate" protection ". Although he didn't mean that, he finally saved your face!"

"Well, I'll forgive my boss." Paul sighed. He took the glass and drank it down.

After paying the bill.

He stood up to leave.

Johnson suddenly stopped Paul, with a smile in his eyes, and sent out an invitation: "do you want to join hands? Paul, I like your calmness. I need a companion who is calm enough to make me afraid. How about that? "

Paul shook his head and laughed with a little self mockery: "forget it, thank you. I can do such a cruel thing in life once!"

Johnson did not force Paul, nodded: "my project is coming to fruition, you change your mind, come to me at any time. With all due respect, Paul, the water in your project is 100 times deeper than you think, and it's much deeper than my project. No matter how calm you are, it's useless. You're not a member of that circle, and it's hard to get to the core content... Maybe you don't like to listen to it, but my advice is that you'd better stay away from those dangerous projects, Because in those projects, there is always a danger that no matter how smart the brain is! "

"Thank you. I'm a member of another project now. The dangerous project has left me!" Paul grinned brightly and waved goodbye to Johnson.

Johnson shook his head.

As if to see a precious porcelain is falling from the top of the high building.

Little Eric sat down in Paul's original position, picked up Martini and took a drink: "it's a very easy-going young man on the surface, but extremely stubborn in the heart, isn't it?"

Johnson nodded, then turned around and looked at little Eric. "Did you foresee his death?"

Little Eric immediately waved his hand: "no, I just think he's a nice young man!"

"If you are going to compete in the Apocalypse group in the Mayflower group, you should move a little faster. You'd better let Josiah come out." Johnson suddenly became serious: "although I don't have foresight, I think he is already very dangerous! His investigation is going deep into the core content that he is trying his best to cover up. Maybe the project he is working with is the key to really open up his brain. A mere reporter and full live broadcast can't save his life... "

"Do you think Paul's project is the key to brain opening?" Little Eric was a little silent: "it's not that I don't want to fight, Paul. He doesn't trust me and Josiah."

"Since there is nothing you can do, let him go. Someone will do it!" Johnson took a look at little Eric: "I don't agree with you and Josiah, but I know you are the ones who live to the end. No matter right or wrong, you can stick to the end. I'm afraid Paul and I don't have much time."

"Can I help you?" Little Eric smell speech, immediately look at Johnson: "can I help you?"

"Thank you. I said just now that someone has to do something. It can be Paul or me... Besides, I've lived long enough and I'm satisfied!" Johnson touched his diamond stud, slapped his thick lips, and then grinned: "I really have a favor to say help!"

"Well, you say." Little Eric looked at Johnson seriously.

"If I'm really evaporated, can you and Josiah have a brandy for me here next year and today?" Johnson said his request.

"No problem." Little Eric nodded slowly.

"I think the ten-year-old Remy Martin is worth a try." Johnson specially recommended.

"Of course." Little Eric raised his eyebrows. He looked at his glass and Johnson, who was waiting for an answer. "Anyway, Josiah and I will have a toast for you!"

Johnson gave little Eric a thumbs up.

He grinned silently and paid the bill.

Leave slowly.