The wristband vibrated silently, but it created an abnormal effect. For a moment, the "veteran" felt that his face was a little numb. He didn't know if it was because of Mr. Mo's piercing gaze.
He hurriedly tried to turn it off, but it was too late.
The "veteran" could only smile awkwardly. He first nodded to apologize to Mr. Mo, then looked at the contact person. Soon, his old face sank.
It was that bastard Okupin Rongsan.
The anger in his heart burst out again, but he didn't want to disturb Mr. Mo, so he got up and walked out. When he was about to go out, he finally couldn't help but say stiffly,
"If it's still the same words, there's no need to talk anymore."
He really didn't talk for long. In less than two minutes, he turned back from outside the house.
At this time, he saw Mr. Mo standing in front of the mobile shelf he brought, looking at the hanging exoskeleton frame, and rubbing it with his hands to test it.
The rough skeleton on the shelf was really a skeleton.
It was called an "exoskeleton," but it wasn't the time to design the appearance yet. Everything was simple. It was just bones pieced together in various ways. Just looking at the details, it was good craftsmanship, but looking at the whole thing, it didn't look like it.
The main material of the assembled bones was an amphibious mutant called "Ox Demon" in Ban City … Yes, it was made from the prototype of the mutant "Dark Dragon God Wilderness Spirit" worshiped by the Great Ze Cult.
It was also ironic that the processing plant where the "veteran" worked belonged to the Great Ze Society controlled by the Great Ze Cult, but in this factory, the most representative source of high-end processing materials was the "Ox Demon."
A considerable part of its technology came from the Great Ze Cult.
The "veteran" then knew not to take the so-called faith in Ban City seriously … It was just that!
"I'm sorry for what happened just now."
The "veteran" still wanted to express his apology, but Mr. Mo raised his hand to stop him. "Don't mind it, let's talk business."
"Oh, the processing of this set of exoskeleton was done according to your instructions. The inner marrow of the" Ox Demon "was activated, and then redesigned and pieced together. Every piece of bone is processed according to the sample standard you gave me before. I've also worked on every piece … "
After going through a special process, the skeleton was dark yellow and slightly transparent. The outer layer seemed to be smeared with a layer of wax. It was oily and slightly bumpy to the touch.
While he was speaking, Mr. Mo did something, but the rough skeletons hanging on the shelves creaked and let out a dense, sizzling sound. At first, it sounded like an electric shock, but later, it sounded more like a boiling liquid. Under the dark yellow wax that had been processed, one could also see the expanding and bursting bubbles.
After another second, the orange flames ignited with a whoosh. Following the "wax" that covered the surface, the rough skeleton was completely set on fire. The flames started from underneath the "wax", and the bones sizzled as they burned, as if they could crack and be destroyed at any time.
If the processing of the materials was not up to standard, it could really be destroyed.
The "veteran" stared at him. Mr. Mo had done this several times before, and each time, he would pay the full amount of the materials. Because of this, the rework made him lose face.
This time, it could also be the beginning of another rework.
In fact, the "veteran" could see from the first time that with Mr. Mo's high standards, his current apprentices could not keep up with the pace, so he had to do it himself. In total, he had been tossing and turning for almost 50 hours … It was hard to say what the result would be.
The "veteran" had not encountered such an unconfident job for many years.
Fortunately, this time, even when the flames were extinguished and the "wax" on the surface burned through, the bones were still intact, but they had obviously shrunk a little. There was still a layer of blood coming out of the bones. It was like the state when they were just killed and peeled off — there was still the smell of blood that had not cooled off.
Mr. Mo stretched out his hands, grabbed one of the slender bones, and pulled it with force. The bones were like elastic rods. After bending, they naturally bounced back. But immediately after, Mr. Mo used the same action, and the bones turned into metal-like materials. They twisted and changed shape, twisting into an irregular strange circle. Left there, the other bones also twisted.
Finally, with a flick of Mr. Mo's finger, all the bones recovered their elasticity. They buzzed and bounced back to their original state.
The "veteran"'s eyebrows twitched as he watched. After the bones went through a few rounds of processing, the elasticity and plasticity could reach this contradictory and unified state at any time. It was already very similar to some cutting-edge military rare alloys.
The most important thing was that it still preserved the special activity of the mutated bones. There was a lot of research that could be done here … It was just that the strength and lifespan were unknown.
After decades of accumulation and the recent hot catalysis of the Deep Blue Walkers, the technology of the exoskeleton armor was already very mature. Although it was only a rough mold, the "veteran" could still see that some of the design ideas that Mr. Mo requested were mimicry transformations, which belonged to the field that he was most proficient in.
The "veteran" really wanted to delve deeper into it, but the mundane tasks around him made him irritated. He looked at the pure and focused Mr. Mo, who was focused on examining the bones, and unconsciously sighed.
"It's okay … Don't worry too much."
"Oh, huh?"
Mr. Mo was still examining the various indicators of the bones. He didn't turn around, but his words seemed to be exceptionally comforting.
"The Amaterasu Cult released a silent fart and digested it in their crotch. Right now, all parties in Ban City are a little confused. It's normal for the Great Ze Cult to have a change of heart. "
"Ah, is that so?"
The "veteran" was really a little confused when he was suddenly brought up to the level of the Amaterasu Cult. Speaking of which, this was the first time that Mr. Mo took the initiative to talk to him about the current situation. All of a sudden, it was so high-end that it made him a little embarrassed.
"So it's useless to worry. It's better to concentrate on the matter at hand."
Mr. Mo obviously used the logic of a technician. This couldn't be considered comforting, but the "veteran" just liked this. His old and hot-tempered temper that had been honed for decades was exposed at this moment.
He didn't want Mr. Mo to look down on him, so he temporarily threw away all the worries in his heart and rolled up his sleeves. "What am I worried about! I'll worry for whoever gives me money! Is there anything that needs to be adjusted? I've seen a few connecting parts, and they seem to be very crude when they were designed … "
The "veteran" rubbed his palms together and stepped forward. Whether he had really thought it through, or just mustered up a moment of anger, in short, he had returned to his previous unscrupulous state.
He discussed in front of the skeleton and adjusted it, but he didn't know that Mr. Mo, who had become silent again, was paying attention to his mood, body, and even the various slight changes in his aura and magnetic field.
In a way that was very difficult for him to understand.
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