"Please ask."
The youth with a mole could not hide the nervousness in their eyes, and quickly flattered.
"First question, what are the basic keyboard keys of the Wyvern mecha?" The supervisor's expression was cold. He raised his head and glanced at the three of them. His gaze lingered on Dean, who was behind them, and then shifted away.
Although it was just a casual stop, but Dean was keenly aware that this person was coming for him!
"My identity has been exposed..." Dean's eyes flashed. There was no longer any fluke in his heart, but he did not understand the other's purpose.
Hearing the question, the youth with a mole and the other two looked at each other and saw the astonishment in each other's eyes. It was not that this question was too difficult, but... too simple, too ordinary! If it was an ordinary one-star pilot, they might not know this, but they had been training in the military for many years, and had long paid attention to the Wyvern mecha. The basic keyboard keys were clearly written in the introduction of the mecha, so how could it be a difficult question?
But, was the Hosker company's interview really that simple?
The three of them hesitated. They felt that there seemed to be a trap in this question. They fell into contemplation, repeatedly thinking about every word of the supervisor's question.
"What, no one can answer it?" The supervisor frowned slightly.
The three of them looked at each other, and the youth with a mole braced himself and said, "Supervisor, if I remember correctly, the basic keyboard keys of the Wyvern mecha are a total of 84, of which 28 are the main keys, 16 are the auxiliary keys, 17 are the mechanical keys, 9 are the sensor keys, 18 are the exclusive keys of the Wyvern mecha..." Speaking up to this point, he looked up at the middle-aged man with some uncertainty.
The middle-aged man met his gaze and nodded slightly, "Not bad, the answer is very correct, and very detailed."
The youth with a mole was stunned, and then his face was full of excitement, and he quickly thanked the supervisor.
The two people next to him were a little dumbfounded. They did not expect the question to be so simple. They quickly opened their mouths, wanting to answer, but the supervisor raised his hand and stopped them, indicating that there was no need to say anything.
"Next is the second question. When you came in, you should have seen the Sword Tiger T3 model in the hall. Tell me your views on the advantages and disadvantages of this mecha," the middle-aged man said slowly.
"I know." The other muscular youth beside him immediately raised his hand. This question was not difficult, but it was much more extensive than the first question. However, the strengths and weaknesses of the Sword Tiger T3 mecha had long since been analysed by the experts on mecha websites. As a mecha fan, he had also read such articles before, so he remembered them clearly. Thus, he immediately gave his answer. Just as he finished speaking, he suddenly felt a little nervous.
"Not bad, you're more or less right." The middle-aged man nodded slightly.
The sturdy young man was overjoyed, his face filled with excitement.
On the other hand, the youth with the mole and the other youth with the crew cut had faces full of vexation. They could also answer this question — after all, the Sword Tiger T3 mecha was just too famous. There were countless analysis articles about this mecha, and among them, they had naturally seen a few of the publicly acknowledged ones.
"The third question, you answer this one." The middle-aged man looked at the youth with the flattop who hadn't answered the question before and said indifferently, "What do you think the main composition of a mecha is?"
The youth with the flattop was stunned for a moment. He couldn't help but be overjoyed. He was still annoyed that he didn't have time to answer. He didn't expect that the supervisor would personally give him the opportunity. Moreover, this question was too simple.
"The main composition of a mecha is the body, energy fluid, and mechanical heart. The body can be subdivided into the outer shell …" The youth with the flattop slowly said the textbook knowledge, his face full of confidence.
When he finished speaking, the middle-aged man nodded slightly, "The answer is correct."
"You answer the last question." The middle-aged man raised his finger to Dean, who was standing at the back, and said with a smile, "What do you think is the most powerful two-star mecha? What's the reason? "
The three people turned to look at Dean. This question was also very simple. It seemed that Dean could also answer it. Perhaps all four of them would be accepted.
While the three people were thinking about this, Dean thought for a moment and said, "I think it's the Dragon mecha."
Hearing this, the three people couldn't help but stare at him. They couldn't help but want to pat him to see if he had woken up.
The middle-aged man's mouth revealed a touch of smile, "Why?"
"The Dragon mecha is a military official two-star mecha. I believe it is the strongest!" Dean answered with certainty. However, these words fell into the ears of the three people next to him.
This reason was too simple and brainless. It was just like a hot-blooded youth. Anyone who liked to study mecha knew that the strongest two-star mecha was the Nine Gods mecha. People preferred to call it the God of Wine mecha. However, even a three-star master would find it very difficult to operate this mecha. The requirement of the opponent's speed was too high. If it fell into the hands of an ordinary two-star master, the power it could display was less than half of the Dragon mecha.
However, as far as the mecha was concerned, this was the king of two-star mecha!
However, the director was next to them, so the three people didn't have time to remind him, lest the director was dissatisfied with them and drag them into the water. They could only give Dean a sigh.
"Good." The middle-aged man smiled and said, "The interview is over. You, stay. The other three can leave."
The three people looked at the director's finger pointing in Dean's direction. They couldn't help but wonder if he was pointing at something crooked. The youth with a flattop asked, "Did we pass, or did he pass?"
"He passed." The director lightly said.
The three people were startled. The youth with a mole couldn't help but ask, "Why? Didn't we all answer yes? Only his answer was wrong. Why did he pass if he was wrong? "
"The mecha operators that Hawkes wants to recruit need to cooperate with us in the development of new mechas. Thus, we need mecha operators who have both skills and are not limited by their thinking. You have indeed answered correctly, but it is clear that your thinking is already deeply rooted in the mechas on the market. Knowing too much might not be a good thing." The middle-aged man indifferently said, "The rules of this interview are like this. Only the wrong answer is considered to pass."
"Moreover, not only did he answer wrong, but he also thinks that the Dragon mecha is the best two-star mecha. Perhaps you will think that he is a hot-blooded youth, but what's wrong with patriotism?"
The youth with a mole and the other two were stunned speechless. They felt that their minds were completely blank. Only a voice answered them, telling them that this great opportunity had slipped away just like that ….
The three people didn't dare to question the middle-aged man's words. Under the leadership of the middle-aged man in the tuxedo, they lost their wits and left the office.
Dean stood quietly in the same place, but his expression was very calm. He didn't believe the director's words at all. It was too far-fetched. If they really wanted to test their innovative thinking ability, they could have used smarter and more professional questions.
Moreover, the biggest problem was that although these questions were simple, they were only for the mecha operators in the Federation. For an invading outsider like him, these questions were unsolvable.
"Hello, my name is Rocco." After the three people left, the director reported his name. Obviously, he thought that the three people who left were not qualified to know his identity. "You have passed our Hawkes company's interview and can officially join us. I will now take you to our Hawkes company's mecha production area."
Dean looked at him quietly, but didn't move. "I'm very curious. You know my identity. Why didn't you set up any traps here? Do you think that you can stop me with this steel building? Or is it that your life is worthless? "
Rocco's pupils slightly shrank, and the smile on his face also froze. After a moment, he slowly eased down. "Mr. Su Ming, what do you mean by this? Do you have any dissatisfaction with our company's interview? "
"You must know something. Before I use force, you'd better say it yourself." Dean's voice was very calm.
Rocco's eyelids slightly trembled. Finally, he smiled bitterly and said, "Sure enough, you demon warriors have abilities that ordinary people don't know. I didn't want to beat the grass and scare the snake in advance, but now it's no harm to tell you frankly. Our Hawkes company has no malice towards you. We sincerely want to recruit you."
Speaking of this, he felt his body slightly cold. He saw that although Dean's expression didn't change, he suddenly felt as if he was being stared at by a poisonous snake. Goosebumps rose all over his body. His face changed slightly, and he quickly said, "I know we can't stop you here, but if you rashly kill me, your identity will be exposed immediately. The entire Federation will be covered with your wanted notice. I hope we can talk peacefully. I will let you see our Hawkes company's sincerity!"
Dean felt his pores shrink. He was extremely nervous. The killing intent in his eyes faded. He said, "You took a lot of trouble to bring me from the military to deceive people. You shouldn't want to kill me. Tell me, what is your purpose?"
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