For Griffon, Jonathan, Remiga, Josiah, Eric Jr, and other genetic newcomers, they had long guessed that the mecha would be a reality.
They just didn't expect that the large-scale mecha would be introduced to the world so soon.
They knew the inside story.
They were calm.
The large-scale mecha was a huge pit. Whoever fell into it would die.
Without the smart helmet and super engine to operate and drive the mecha, no matter how much money was thrown into the large-scale mecha project, it would be a waste of effort. The reason why the Peach Blossom Gorge base was so powerful and dared to launch large-scale mecha was because they had an omnipotent Mr Wood. He had successfully transplanted the smart operating system used to operate mecha in competitive games to operate mecha in real life. Without this, no one would dare to imagine the consequences of using a steering wheel or any other controller to operate a mecha.
As for whether the mecha would be a big toy?
That depended on the engine.
Without a super engine that could allow it to move freely and be used in actual combat, even if the mecha was built, it would forever be an expensive toy!
Peach Blossom Gorge Silver Oak Joint Club.
Paul, a core member of the Hawkeye Team from Dong Mountain, slowly walked in.
He looked a little tired.
He ordered a glass of cold beer and sat down to take a big gulp. Only then did he relax a little.
These few days, because of the large-scale mecha, he had no choice but to stop the "Kung Fu" project that was criticized by his superior as fruitless. He was forced to switch to large-scale mecha. His interest wasn't right. In addition, he was often chased away by Brother Bushy Eyebrow's subordinates.
He missed the days when he followed Nuonuo and the others and pretended to be a Kung Fu enthusiast.
That was the happiest period of his life.
Unfortunately.
Ever since the last attack.
Nuonuo and her senior did not talk to any foreigners anymore.
They became wary and did not want to talk to strangers, afraid that they would fall into another trap. In addition, Paul knew that his performance back then had made the other party feel cold, and they had completely closed the door to friendship. Yes, he did not even have the right to be friends. Nuonuo and her senior would refuse to interact with him the moment they saw him.
Paul really wanted to hear Nuonuo scold him loudly.
But obviously, she would not do that.
She just ignored him.
"Young man, are you out of love?" Johnson, who was investigating the strengthening potion, suddenly sat down next to Paul. As he ordered a glass of brandy, he grinned at Paul and said, "The whole of Dongshan is in a festive mood. There aren't many people who look like you! Listen to me, there's nothing scary about falling out of love. You just need to see a woman's true nature. Forgive me for offending you. Maybe in the eyes of lovers, she's the best girl in the world. Innocent boys see her as a pure and flawless goddess. A goddess is high and unattainable, but she might be lying in the arms of a different man every night … "
"Maybe your method is suitable for others, Johnson. This poisonous chicken soup is the best drink for those who have broken up, but I am not broken up." Paul waved his hand.
"Paul, the word 'lovelorn' is written on your forehead!" Johnson laughed.
"You've really misunderstood. I really haven't fallen out of love." Paul rolled his eyes.
"Well, my friend, let's drink to your unrequited love." Johnson raised his glass to Paul.
Paul clinked his glass against his.
He took a sip of his beer.
Paul resisted the urge to ask Johnson about the progress of the strengthening potion investigation. He knew that there were many ears here. If he said anything out of line, it would be overheard. Instead, he asked a common topic, "Johnson, do you think large mechas can really rule the next era? Genetic humans and mechas. Almost everyone says this is an invincible combination. What do you think? "
Johnson unexpectedly shook his head. "My opinion is that weapons will always be weapons. It doesn't matter what kind of weapon is used. What matters is who is using the weapon!"
Paul agreed with this view in his heart, but on the surface, he didn't agree. He retorted, "Giving a mecha to primitive people? Are they important?"
Johnson laughed. "The special forces of Peach Blossom Gorge aren't primitive people. In fact, I think the project you're working on is quite interesting. Let me tell you this, Paul. This is from the bottom of my heart. Other than you, I haven't told anyone else. I think the project I'm working on can only determine a person's bottom line. However, the project you're working on can determine a person's top line … "
"What's your basis?" Paul was shocked. This was the conclusion he came to recently.
"I saw the video you took." Johnson picked up his glass and took a sip, "I have to say that the Ancestral Dragon people are very good at hiding themselves. If I didn't see it with my own eyes, who would know that a few delicate looking little girls could beat a dozen strong men and even a veteran expert cultivated by the old genetic potion, Golden Water, into a pulp! Their strength has exceeded the level of a normal genetic warrior. I think that their strength is not necessarily due to the enhancement potion or genetic potion. Do you understand what I'm saying? They learned the project you're working on and were born with a very high upper limit. There should be many people like them, and they are inextricably linked to that person! Paul, your vision is right. You've discovered the crux of the problem. It's just that those pig heads don't pay attention to your proposal and keep focusing on those weapons. Weapons are indeed very powerful, but they need people to wield them. The more powerful the wielder is, the more powerful the weapon will be. The key is the person, not the weapon. This is my conclusion. "
"Johnson, I agree with you 100%." Paul's heart resonated with him. He raised his glass and gestured to Johnson, whose skin was dark and shiny. "You're the smartest and most far-sighted Brother Black I've ever seen. Cheers!"
"You're also the most infatuated Brother White I've ever seen!" Johnson laughed.
"Come on, I'm not heartbroken …" Paul screamed awkwardly, then laughed at himself. "Have you ever seen a heartbreak that was destined to fail before it even started?"
"If I were that girl, I might spit on your face. Mr. Paul, you're too professional."
"Don't mention that. Tell me, what can I do?"
"It's impossible for me to be a hero for three seconds in front of a girl, but I'll at least scream. Compared to you, my professionalism is still a little lacking. I'm not allowed to continue to broadcast the news on the frontline when I see the girl I like being attacked. Cool-Headed Paul, do you know how many people on our side are scolding you? Countless people say that you've lost face from the American continent to Dongshan. If they know your address, maybe someone will give you a good beating out of righteousness! " Johnson shrugged and said, "Your boss sent you to the mecha project. I have to say that it's a very appropriate 'protection'. Although he didn't mean it that way, at least he saved your face!"
"Okay, then I'll forgive my boss." Paul sighed. He picked up his glass and drank.
After paying the bill.
He stood up and was about to leave.
Johnson suddenly stopped Paul. With a smile in his eyes, he invited, "Do you want to join hands? Paul, I like your calmness. I need a partner who's so calm that I'm scared. How about that? "
Paul shook his head and laughed self-deprecatingly. "Forget it, thank you. Life is so cruel. It's enough for me to do it once!"
Johnson didn't force Paul. He nodded and said, "My project is about to produce results. If you change your mind, come and find me. With all due respect, Paul, the project you're following is a hundred times deeper than you think. It's much deeper than the project I'm following. No matter how calm you are, it's useless. You're not in that circle, so it's hard for you to find out the core content … Maybe you don't want to hear it, but my advice is to stay away from those dangerous projects, because those projects often have dangers that even the smartest brain can't handle! "
"Thank you, I'm working on another project now. The dangerous project has left me!" Paul smiled brightly and waved goodbye to Johnson.
Johnson shook his head.
It was as if he saw a precious porcelain falling from the top of a tall building.
Eric Jr. sat in Paul's original seat and took a sip of Martini. He said, "He looks easy to get along with, but he's extremely stubborn, isn't he?"
Johnson nodded. Then, he turned to look at Eric Jr.. "Have you foreseen his death?"
Eric Jr. immediately waved his hand. "No, I just think he's a pretty good young man!"
"If the Mayflower Formation wants to snatch people from the Apocalypse Group, you have to move a little faster. It's best to let Josiah do it." Johnson suddenly became serious. "Although I don't have the ability to foresee, I think he's already very dangerous! He's investigating the core content that's being covered up. Maybe the project he's working on is the real key to opening up the brain. Reporters and live broadcasts won't be able to save his life … "
"You also think that Paul's project is the key to opening up the brain?" Eric Jr. was a little silent. "It's not that I don't want to do it, but Paul doesn't trust me and Josiah."
"Since you can't do anything, then let him go. Someone has to do it!" Johnson glanced at Eric Jr.. "I don't agree with you and Josiah, but I know that you're the ones who will live to the end. Whether it's right or wrong, you can persist until the end. I'm afraid Paul and I don't have much time left."
"Do you need help?" Eric Jr. heard this and immediately looked at Johnson. "Is there anything I can help with?"
"Thank you. I just said that someone has to do something. It can be Paul, it can be me … Besides, I've lived long enough. I'm content!" Johnson touched his diamond earring and smacked his thick lips. Then, he grinned. "Speaking of help, I do have a favor!"
"Okay, go ahead." Eric Jr. looked at Johnson seriously.
"If I'm really vaporized, can you and Josiah drink a glass of brandy for me here on this day next year?" Johnson made his request.
"No problem." Eric Jr. nodded slowly.
"I think a ten-year-old Remy Martin is worth a try," Johnson recommended.
"Of course." Eric Jr. raised his eyebrows. He looked at the glass and then at Johnson, who was quietly waiting for a response. "In any case, Josiah and I will drink to you!"
Johnson gave Eric Jr. a thumbs up.
He grinned silently and paid for the drinks.
He slowly left.
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