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In the Junker factory hidden in the depths of the forest in the Grunalwald district of Berlin.
In the underground production area of the factory, dozens of technicians in white coats were nervously surrounding a liquid printer.
The damned Hua Xia technician was gone.
They bent over and smiled, flattered him like students around their teacher, and even took out the best food to entertain him.
This technician only used a USB flash drive to activate all the equipment.
"Why didn't Monster Industries just put the USB flash drive in an envelope and mail it over?"
"Why didn't they just activate it in Hua Xia and ship the equipment over?"
"Why did they add functional restrictions to the equipment?"
"Sigh …" Karen, the oldest in the team, sighed. "The machine tool industry we are so proud of has become a joke in front of this liquid printer. Don't worry about this problem. In fact, many of the processing centers we sold to Hua Xia in Germany had physical and software restrictions. Now others have made restrictions, but their starting point is actually the same as ours. "
"The test will begin immediately. Please make good records."
When it came to work, the technicians present immediately changed their expressions and entered a serious state of work. They returned to the equipment they were responsible for and checked the circuit and the working status of the equipment for the last time. Even the temperature and humidity around them were recorded in detail.
Not only did they have to do a good job of recording, but they also had to make a comprehensive judgment based on the observation, analysis, and recorded data during the testing process. They had to organize the entire testing process into a detailed written document. Finally, they had to use their own expertise to analyze and understand the entire process.
Only by explaining the working principle of the liquid printer and the principles and characteristics of the liquid material could they embark on subsequent research and imitation work.
The outside world said that the Germans were old-fashioned and dogmatic, and that even twisting a light bulb had to be divided into several steps.
This was a slightly derogatory compliment. Of course, compared to the French and the British, the Germans were indeed more old-fashioned, and this was especially reflected in industrial production.
Unfortunately, with just these things, it was impossible for them to stand on the throne of the world's industrial peak.
On the contrary, Hua Xia, whom they originally looked down on the most, had the qualifications to replace the United States and sit on the next industrial throne.
Ten minutes later, all the preparations were completed.
"The test begins. Please take your positions." Karen, who was in charge of this test mission, nodded at everyone. Then, she nodded at the high-definition camera in the corner of the dustless glass room.
A young man with a height of 1.87 meters, wearing only a pair of boxers, pushed open the outermost bulletproof glass door and strode toward the technicians who were over 50 years old.
Not only was this young man outstanding in height, but he also had a short buzz cut and a resolute face. He also had a strong body that even bodybuilders couldn't help but be jealous of. His chest was like a discus, and his eight abdominal muscles were neatly arranged below. There was no excess fat on his arms and legs, only muscles that were full of explosive power.
This was a dust-free work area. The young man was not wearing a dust-free suit, and he could not wear one. Therefore, the staff outside applied a layer of special oil on his body that could prevent aging skin tissue from falling off. This layer of shiny oil made him look particularly manly, and his muscles were particularly well-defined.
"Soldier, are you ready?" Cullen gave him an encouraging look.
"No problem, Sir," the soldier replied loudly, but his tight lips betrayed his inner thoughts.
"Okay, the test begins. You don't have to be nervous. There is no risk in this test. " Cullen stretched out his hand to pat the soldier's head. Then, he led the way in front, through another glass door, and came to the dark room of the three-dimensional integrated scanning device.
Although Monster Industries did not emphasize what kind of room this precious three-dimensional scanning device should be placed in.
But Cullen and the team still believed that a dark room that could isolate the light waves should be prepared for it. This way, the light waves it stimulated would not be disturbed during the scanning, and the scanning results would be more accurate.
Of course, this had nothing to do with ingenuity. It was just like when a family bought a TV in the Hua Xia years ago, they asked a carpenter to make a special cabinet for it and cover it with a layer of embroidered cotton cloth.
This soldier from the elite German army did not receive any advance notice about the test content in advance.
No matter how high his loyalty was, he was taken to a secret factory hidden in the deep forest, his clothes were removed, and he was coated with a layer of grease that he didn't understand. Then, he was taken to a dark room that was even darker than the military confinement room. How could the soldier not be nervous and afraid at this time?
A faint green fluorescent light lit up in the dark room, allowing him to barely see the strange industrial equipment in the middle of the dark room …
Looking at the sci-fi equipment that could definitely be used in a sci-fi movie, the soldier instantly thought of "Wolverine," "Captain America," and "Sandman in Spider-Man." These characters all had one thing in common. Before they became superhumans, they all had to go through sci-fi equipment that absolutely did not have any production license.
The people who also operated these equipment all emphasized that the failure rate of the experiment was super high, and the success rate was like winning the lottery.
As for the failure result …
Drops of cold sweat unknowingly overflowed from the soldier's forehead.
His loyalty was true, but it didn't mean that he was willing to be treated as a "lab rat" that was full of death risks. The outside world was still waiting for him. With his body and qualifications, what kind of girl couldn't he pick up after retirement?
For a moment, he was in a dilemma. He, who stood out from the elite army, quickly flashed through his mind all the sentry posts and defense mechanisms he saw and felt when he walked into the factory.
In the end, he happily came to the conclusion that the sentry guards in the factory and the old men who could be knocked down with one finger and casually hung the access card around their necks. If he chose to resist, his chances of success would be ten thousand times higher than if he were to participate in this god knows what kind of test it was.
After making up his mind, the soldier's mouth revealed a smile that was perfectly hidden in the dark.
As long as he was handcuffed and handcuffed!
Hehe ~
He stood on the circular platform in the middle and vaguely, there seemed to be an arc-shaped metal part circling around him.
"Scan successful!"
An electronic synthesis sounded in the dark room.
"Is … is it done?" Cullen seemed to be asking the machine in return.
"It should be done." Cullen felt that the machine was incredibly fast. "Soldier, you can come down now."
"It's over?"
"Almost." Cullen swiped the magnetic card on the electronic lock of the dark room and motioned for the soldier to follow him. Cullen, who had some doubts in his heart, didn't know that he had just walked around the gates of hell.
Of course, this was also related to the sci-fi movies the soldier had watched before he served. If it was really a dangerous experiment, they could just find a prisoner with no relatives in prison. How could they be willing to waste a soldier who had spent a lot of money to train?
Soon, Cullen brought the soldier to the dust-free glass room where the liquid printer was located. He was left outside to wait. Through the glass room, he could only see a group of old men in white coats surrounding an even larger and sci-fi physical equipment.
Then he saw the equipment's work indicator light turn on. The old men inside trembled around the machine as if they had been injected with adrenaline.
Half an hour later, the group of old men in white coats carefully walked out of the glass room with a set of "hard clothes" similar to his appearance.
At the first sight of this set of "hard clothes", the soldier's eyes immediately became more eager than a prisoner who had been imprisoned for 20 years and saw a young girl with an enchanting figure and outstanding appearance on the side of the road after being released.
The "hard clothes" they carefully held were clearly a cool battle suit with a masculine outline that could cover the wearer from the soles of his feet to the top of his head. It was painted with active forest spot camouflage.
Every texture and every detail of it was full of amazing details and beauty. The back of the battle suit, which couldn't be seen clearly, faintly had a bulging outline of a mechanical spine-like component.
Looking at the behavior of these old men, this battle suit must be very expensive and advanced.
He instantly guessed that the combat suit was tailor-made for him after the scanning device had scanned his body's contours.
"Soldier, come with me to the weapon testing area. Shoot this armor with a gun."
"Okay … Okay …" The soldier's eyes flashed with extreme heartache.
In the testing area, this treasure-like battle suit was fixed in front of a barrage plate with densely packed sensors.
After a 9mm Parabellum bullet, the soldier and the technicians were collectively petrified.
They didn't participate in the shooting test held by Monster Industries. No matter how detailed the text and pictures were, it wasn't as shocking as seeing it with their own eyes.
Cullen trembled and touched the impact point on the battle suit that could be completely wiped off. After all the technicians touched it, it was the soldier's turn to touch it.
"Soldier, do you dare to put on this battle suit and let us shoot you? Don't worry, we will use a fixed shooting bracket to shoot you. It will never hit your head. " Looking at the greedy eyes of the soldier, Cullen finally said the last procedure of the test.
Only by letting the soldier shoot himself would he have enough confidence to put on the battle suit and take the bullet.
"No, don't use a pistol, use the MP5 submachine gun on the gun rack. The same Parabellum bullet, but the submachine gun is more powerful!" The soldier's eyes were full of fanaticism. Before Cullen could say anything else, the soldier grabbed the armor.
Under the guidance of the technicians, the expression on the soldier's face after putting on the armor was more enjoyable than a bride who finally put on a wedding dress after being single for 40 years.
"How does it feel?" Even Cullen looked at him with envy. Because after putting on the armor, he was more handsome than the models on the military propaganda posters.
The perfectly fitted armor outlined his figure to the fullest.
The bionic muscles on the armor seemed to be alive and full of infinite power.
"Sir, I think I can fight a hundred enemies." The soldier's voice was more arrogant than the muscles on the armor.
"Okay, you can adjust the angle of the fixed shooting bracket yourself."
Two minutes later, a crisp sound of a submachine gun was heard.
The soldier who was shot didn't move. After a full five seconds, he reached out and touched his abdomen that was hit by the bullet.
"Soldier … Soldier, tell me about your experience." Cullen's voice was trembling. At this moment, he finally understood why the country was willing to pay so many unfair conditions to obtain the production rights of this armor.
Because only by obtaining the production rights of this armor would they not fall behind and be beaten.
"Sir, I feel like I was punched by a six-year-old child." The soldier's voice was also trembling.
"I want to change to a more powerful gun!"
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