To be able to use a rusty hammer to smash dozens of tons of scrap metal and create a shiny mecha with rainbow clouds floating on top of it … this kind of person was the creator, not Xu Le.
Xu Le had also swung the Peace Axe in the Nutshell Laboratory. He had also found a mecha central control chip in the garbage in the Donglin District. However, he was still only one person.
However, Zhou Yu's sigh was not entirely wrong. After all, Xu Le was indeed a freak. Two years ago, when he was escaping from the Donglin District, he was able to repair an M01 mecha from the early 37th Century Era by relying on simple tools and broken household electrical components in the Ancient Bell's waste storage compartment.
Although the mecha had only taken one step before it broke into countless parts, almost smashing into the cute little watermelon, it at least proved that Xu Le had a natural talent for machinery. This talent had long been recognized by Uncle Feng Yu.
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Xu Le from the Donglin District only had a bold and imaginative idea in the field of mechanical repair and the basic skills that he had trained day after day.
In the past two years, he had studied all the Federation's M37 series mecha blueprints seriously in Section H of the Ewha University Library. He had also studied the prototype mecha in Section H1 without rest.
At that time, he was already able to use the blueprints in the bracelet to create a small device that could hide from the blue light of The Glory Of The Charter. He was also able to modify the antique simulation system.
After entering the Husk Institute, under the guidance of Professor Shen, he was also able to familiarize himself with the theoretical knowledge in the huge and complex database. Most importantly, his mind was filled with countless strange and strange blueprints. Although they were not necessarily practical, the designs were ingenious and were definitely above the Federation's standard.
So many opportunities, so many hardworking studies, and his natural talent combined to turn an orphan into the freak that shocked the entire Nutshell Engineering Department.
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The huge white mecha's body was no longer as solemn and dignified as it used to be.
Three huge automatic mechanical maintenance arms moved slowly and precisely. Accompanied by the low sound of motors rotating, the sound of fasteners coming off, and the fine sound of electric welding, countless components were removed, and new components were reassembled. The joint transmission device was rerouted, and the hidden weapon system was placed on the operating table like the bleeding internal organs of an animal, and it was disregarded by the people.
The alloy armour covering the white composite material had already been completely removed, and the large, high-strength frame was exposed to the air. The left half of the MX mecha looked as though it had been hollowed out, looking somewhat terrifying and awkward. The entire MX mecha was now like a giant zombie emperor from the legends, wearing tattered clothes and carrying a heavy, rusty hammer. It seemed as though flesh and blood would fall with every step it took.
Xu Le raised his head and looked away from the rapidly flashing instructions on the workbench, as well as the technical data sent back by the Nutshell Engineering Department.
He took out a bottle of eye drops from the black leather case and carefully dripped a few drops into his eyes. He closed his eyes and rested for a while. He quickly walked to the front of the operating table and looked up at the MX mecha that had been disassembled by the mechanical arms he controlled.
He turned around and whispered something to Bai Yulan. He thought silently for a moment. Then, he climbed up the paved stairs on the side. His movements were very nimble. He only used a few seconds to climb to the midsection of the MX mecha. He carefully passed through the tool head at the front of the giant mechanical arms and stood in the original position of the operating cabin. He looked at the exposed data port and turned around to pat the balance meter hard.
Jumping down from the MX mecha, Xu Le looked at Bai Yulan and shook his head. Then, he walked back to the worktable.
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Repairing mecha was actually no different from repairing home appliances. This was what Uncle Feng Yu had once said. It was difficult to maintain the humidity and temperature in this backup operating room. The level of dust control was also not high enough. However, Xu Le did not care about these things. When military mecha were to be placed on the battlefield in the future, they would have to face a harsh and complex environment that was much harsher than the current one.
After applying a few more drops of eye drops and rubbing his eyes, Xu Le once again walked to Bai Yulan's side. He asked her a few questions and then carefully entered his own commands on the worktable.
The mechanical arms began to work. The busy engineers not far away also began to work hard at his occasional thought.
If this had been the standard M-series mecha of the Federation, Xu Le might have finished his work long ago. However, the MX before him was a completely new design. It contained the hard work of countless scientists and engineers over the past decade or so.
A mecha was a whole. If he wanted to change the design of the Z4 electronic jet, it would definitely affect the design of the twin engines. In turn, it would change the entire internal structure of the mecha. Xu Le did not dare to touch the hard work of the engineers over the past decade. However, he had to admit that the collective wisdom of a group was always so dazzling. Even if he wanted to change it, he would not be able to do so.
Thus, he took a different route. With the help of the engineers in charge of developing the MX, he changed the non-core system of the MX to match the new Z4 electronic jet he had designed.
Modifying the mecha and redesigning the Z4 electronic jet were two aspects that had to be done simultaneously to complete the Federation's new mecha. When the twin engines were operating at full power, the electronic jet would cause severe deviations in its tracks. Xu Le wanted to solve this problem.
Luckily, he had Bai Yulan's secretary Bai by his side. This delicate man was one of the few people in the Federation who had personally piloted the MX. He was also the only one who had … exploded the MX.
With the pilot's first-hand information and his own experience, Xu Le's new design had become much easier and easier to handle.
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Day did not know the darkness of night. Xu Le did not know either. He did not know how long he had been working in this spacious underground warehouse. He did not feel tired. Instead, he felt slightly excited. Metal, engine oil, these were the most common things. However, they were still used on the newest mecha. The faint smell made him feel very familiar. It was as if he had returned to the control room in the mine.
The first step of the work had been completed. Xu Le looked at the MX mecha that was still in a terrible state. A sense of satisfaction and pride rose in his heart. He narrowed his eyes, put his hands on his hips, raised his head, and looked at the mecha without moving.
A bunch of five-star knives and other similar tools swung continuously behind his hips. They made a sound like wind chimes. Gradually, they stopped.
There was still a long way to go before the final success. Bai Yulan did not need to act as a test pilot now. Thus, in between Xu Le's hard work, when he did not need to provide pilot advice, he would lean against the chair and sleep for a while.
Awoken by the clanging of metal, Bai Yulan quietly looked at Xu Le's back. She looked at the huge figure of the alloy mecha in front of Xu Le. She looked at the bunch of metal objects hanging behind Xu Le's hips. Her feelings were complicated.
She did not know where Xu Le had found this bunch of metal tools. These tools clearly could not be used on the MX, but he had hung them behind his hips, swinging awkwardly.
Xu Le put his hands on his hips and tilted his head back as much as he could. He was like a little boy who had just woken up. He looked at the mecha happily. Listening to the clanging behind him, he thought of the uncle who had led him on this path.
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"You can at least stay and help Xu Le test the mecha. He may be a freak in the field of mecha mechanics, but at least in the field of mecha piloting, not many people can beat you."
On the glass bridge, Supervisor José comforted Zhou Yu.
Zhou Yu laughed bitterly and said, "The delicate man Xu Le brought along is called Bai Yulan. He was the original battle supervisor of Whitewater Company's Team 7. The scrapped MX they are currently modifying was scrapped by him."
José was slightly taken aback but did not say anything more. A pilot who could be selected by the Federal military to carry out the Bermuda MX experiment mission was undoubtedly extremely outstanding. Since Xu Le had brought Bai Yulan along and helped him get temporary authority, it was naturally to prepare for the test in the future.
The two of them left the engineering department and came to that spacious storeroom. Even though he had mentally prepared himself, when he saw the MX mecha that had been dismantled to pieces, Supervisor José could not help but feel a pang of heartache, even though he knew that his heartache was very unjustified.
"You're a freak," José said to Xu Le with a smile, "and in the future, the entire Federation will know this."
Xu Le smiled and did not refute this assessment. He said, "The first step of the work has been completed. I will probably be leaving Hong Kong soon."
"Are you not going to stay? If you're worried about the other side … I have many ways to transfer you to the engineering department through proper channels. "
Supervisor José looked at him sternly. They were both from the Shell Motor Company, so even the CEO of Whitewater had to respect his authority as the HR supervisor of the engineering department. What he did not understand was why Xu Le wanted to leave when the MX modification work was already underway.
"The modification plan still needs to be continuously revised. The main technical design and calculation work will still be done by the colleagues in the engineering department." Xu Le replied, "During this period of time, there is no use for me to stay here. If there are any problems, Zhou Yu can contact me directly."
José understood that what he said made sense. Today's task was only the preliminary design. To perfect this work, hundreds of engineers in the engineering department would still need to work around the clock. During this period of time, it did not matter whether Xu Le was here or not.
But subconsciously, José did not want to let Xu Le leave. He only looked at this young man's calm but determined expression, so he did not say anything.
Bai Yulan frowned slightly. She guessed that Xu Le was probably stalling for time, but … why was he stalling? Supervisor José did not notice anything unusual, but he felt it.
Xu Le glanced at him.
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If the Nutshell Engineering Department was the first to successfully develop the MX mecha, it would undoubtedly be a harsh slap to the faces of the bunch of old men at the Federation's Academy of Sciences. The Nutshell Mobility Company, which had been sullen for almost a year, would definitely be able to hold their heads up high.
The person who created the MX mecha would be involved in the presidential election. The contrast between the influence of Senator Pabre's side and that of Senator Ross Macklin's side would cause the Federal Academy of Science to be pushed back, breaking the secret agreement between the two sides. That dean surnamed Lin would probably not stand up to support Macklin's side in spite of his anger.
But to Xu Le, this kind of ending was far from enough. He treated this world kindly, but if anyone in the Federation crossed his bottom line, he would hold a grudge. For example, Macklin and Dean Lin were both his targets. Although they were high up and extremely far away from him, he believed in the power of technology.
When the Federal Academy of Science successfully developed the MX mecha according to the core data and functional formulas in the laboratory and announced it to the public, Xu Le really wanted to see how embarrassed Professor Shen, who had relied on plagiarism and trickery to stand at the top of the Federation's academic circle, would be.
Xu Le did not tell anyone about the tampering with the data in the laboratory. He felt that Bai Yulan had guessed something, but he did not explain. He only raised the wine glass in his hand and said, "I'm still not used to this kind of situation."
They were currently at the Ivy Club in the Peninsula Hotel's annex building, in the middle of a semi-formal cocktail party. The soft and almost inaudible music, the large tasseled curtains by the floor-to-ceiling windows, the exquisite delicacies on the straight tables that had lost their original flavour, and the elegant smiles of the upper class wearing formal wear made Xu Le and Bai Yulan, who were both orphans, feel uncomfortable.
Secretary Bai loved money and enjoyment, but he definitely did not think that this sort of cocktail party was a form of enjoyment. He calmly stood one step behind Xu Le and said softly, "If they knew how important you are to the Nutshell mecha, they would definitely throw themselves at you."
It was unknown which important figure had organized this cocktail party, but Supervisor José had brought Xu Le and Bai Yulan here. After a round of introductions, José and Zhou Yu had been pulled away, so naturally, no one would notice Xu Le and Bai Yulan in the corner.
In order to cover up the real purpose of Xu Le's visit to Hong Kong, José had brought him to this kind of social event to show that the Nutshell Mecha Engineering Department valued him. People would naturally notice this. On top of the truth, there was a layer of truth, and people would often treat the layer of truth as a lie. Supervisor José's understanding of people's hearts had indeed reached a very admirable level.
"Today, you have talked to me more." Xu Le looked at Bai Yulan with a smile.
"Your mood is also much better than the other day." Bai Yulan slightly lowered her eyes and replied in a subordinate's tone, "I believe that if I follow you, there will be money to be made, so I naturally have to be more sincere."
Xu Le's surroundings were quiet, but Supervisor José and Zhou Yu, who were at the center of the party, were surrounded by a lot of people.
The identity of the Supervisor of the Shell Motor Corporation Engineering Dept. was enough to allow José to face any important figure in the Federation. And those guests also knew Zhou Yu's background. Although his family was poor, he was a top student from a college, and was highly valued by the Nutshell Mecha Engineering Department. His future was limitless. In the 67th year, which was the most expensive year, people were naturally willing to have more emotional exchanges at this time.
Listening to the kind and polite praise in the words, Zhou Yu lowered his head and laughed at himself. He subconsciously looked at Xu Le in the corner of the party, and thought that compared to this young man, he was not qualified to be proud.
His eyes swept over, but he saw a girl walking over there. He could not help but feel a little surprised.
Slightly nervous, Nan Xiangmei, whose beautiful and dignified face was a little rosy, walked in front of Xu Le in small steps. Xu Le looked at her thick black hair that was slightly curled at the end. He could not help but be a little surprised, and immediately said with a sincere smile, "Hello."
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I am 500 votes away from Old Duan, but Tudou is only a little more than 100 votes away from me. Uh, it's exploding. Why is the situation even more tense? I am ashamed … I will send another 2000 words later. What am I trying so hard for? It's the monthly votes in your hand. If you vote tomorrow and vote at the end of the month, why don't you vote now?
Ah Jia, Nan Xiangmei!
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