With the data backup from the Federal Central Computer in the basement of the Bureau of Proclamation, as well as the radial crack distribution on the inner wall of the engine calculated by the Nutshell Engineering Department beforehand, unless the Nutshell Engineering Department could predict the future, there was no other explanation other than the Academy of Science plagiarizing the Nutshell Engineering Department's data.
The broken engine of the Purple Sea Mecha far away in the Old Moon was no longer important, at least to the Academy of Science. If the burn flow traces on the engine were really the same as the image Shang Qiu had shown them, this kind of post-mortem investigation would be a humiliation they could not bear.
When the young female engineer from the Nutshell Engineering Department mentioned this point, Dean Lin Yuanhu knew that there was no point in hiding the truth anymore. So he stood up somewhat tiredly and said a few words to the other party, indirectly admitting that the Academy of Science had plagiarized Professor Shen Yulin's core data.
The old dean had already stood up at this time. He narrowed his somewhat cloudy eyes and looked at the female engineer on the stage. The age spots on his face were particularly clear. At this moment, he looked at the young woman and thought of Shen Yulin in the cemetery. He thought of Shen Yulin's last disciple in the Old Moon, that guy called Xu Le.
Some time ago, Dean Lin Yuanhu had gone to the Milky Way Cemetery to see Professor Shen's grave. After all, the two of them were once close friends. Although in their long lives, because of a certain despicable person, they had parted ways …
Dean Lin Yuanhu bowed slightly in all directions and did not say a word.
Back then, he needed to perfect the design of the warship's multi-engine system. He needed the Academy of Science's resources and a step forward, so he secretly copied and extended Professor Shen Yulin's M-series design. That was how he gained the glory and status of the past few decades.
Decades had passed, and Shen Yulin was already dead. Under his suppression, no one dared to mention the academic storm from back then. He was still used to working and living that way, but in the end, he suffered the heaviest blow of his life in the development of the MX Mecha.
"That guy who likes to smoke, could he be laughing at me in the cemetery right now?" The old and weak Dean Lin thought to himself.
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The entire command hall was dead silent. At this time, no one dared to open their mouths because the truth that Shang Qiu had revealed was too shocking. The important figures of the Federation in the stands all looked towards the President, but all they saw was President Sieg's incomparably gloomy face.
Shang Qiu looked at the thin figure of Dean Lin in the stands, and countless complex emotions welled up in her heart. She actually couldn't bear to look at this hunched old man. Although she knew very well that Xu's mission was to seek justice, the Academy of Science and Dean Lin should's reputation, she still lowered her head silently and began sorting through the data evidence.
Back then, Lin Yuanhu had led the Federation's scientific community to successfully develop the M52 mecha, and perfected the design of the warship's multi-engine system. Then, the Federation's mobile company produced the mecha, establishing an immortal contribution. With his position in the Federation these past few years and the substantial results he had achieved, if he just stepped down from the position of dean of the Academy of Science, it would be enough to earn him a lifetime of respect.
However, the human heart was never enough. Just as Li Xiuzhu had once lamented, the most difficult hurdle in Lin Yuanhu's life was the word 'name'. Before this academic leader retired, he had still wanted to carve his name on the revolutionary new mecha, putting in another heavy chip to win the Nebula Lifetime Achievement Award, but in the end, he had failed because of this matter.
Shang Qiu was a student of the Capital University, but she had once sat in on Dean Lin's lectures at the First Military Academy. Lin Yuanhu's perfect explanation of the warship's multi-engine system had a great impact on her. The reason she could finally complete the design of the dual-engine system based on the research of her predecessors in the Nutshell Engineering Department could be said to have a lot to do with Dean Lin's research results.
Today, in front of everyone, she had accused Lin Yuanhu of plagiarism. The moment she lowered her head to tidy up, she couldn't help but think of a scene from four years ago.
That year, the dean of the Federal Academy of Science, Lin Yuanhu, paid a rare visit to the Shell Motor Company's space headquarters. He gave a speech to the design staff and promised to answer questions after the speech. At the time, Shang Qiu had already entered the Nutshell Engineering Department. After hearing the news, she asked for leave at the last minute to attend this rare event.
However, after the speech, the space headquarters' venue was silent. Lin Yuanhu stood on the podium for a long time, but still, no one asked a question. When the respected dean left with a smile, the human resources manager of the Nutshell Space Headquarters asked the engineering staff in confusion, "This is such a rare opportunity. Why didn't you raise your hand to ask a question?"
After a moment of silence, one of the engineers replied with a sigh, "If you asked the creator to ask a question, would you dare?"
At the time, Shang Qiu also held the same view of this old man in the Federation's academic community. However, today, she had personally knocked him off his pedestal. She silently hugged the documents and walked down the podium. She didn't pay attention to Mr. José, who was frowning. She also didn't speak to her colleagues beside her. She directly sat down in her seat.
The command hall was silent. However, this silence was completely different from the silence in the venue that year.
President Sigurd stood up with a heavy expression. He didn't even look at Lin Yuanhu and left the command hall. Lin Yuanhu stood quietly in the center of the viewing platform. His body was slightly bent, and he looked unusually desolate.
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In the dead silent polar region of the moon, a formation of four spaceships flew to the platform at the top of Mount Kaqi. The spaceships reluctantly landed. The mechanical door at the bottom of the spaceship opened. The thick mechanical arm began to retrieve the mecha.
The three major systems of the Purple Sea Mecha were basically all scrapped. After the Purple Sea Mecha fell, Little White Flower couldn't bear the strain of the mecha's body anymore. When the Federal military's battleship took off, the two mechas were like two piles of garbage. They couldn't make any angry objections to the rough movements of the thick mechanical arm.
The mechanical arm retracted. The mechanical door at the bottom of the spaceship closed. With a large jet of air, the spaceship broke free of the moon's gravity and flew towards the dark side of the moon.
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Inside the spacious spaceship, dozens of soldiers were busy inspecting the spaceships. Under the control of the computer, the ring-shaped metal mechanical arm was quickly dismantling the two scrapped mechas.
Whether it was the descendant of the Lees of Philadelphia or the Nutshell Mecha Master who won the final victory, to the Federal military, they were all extremely valuable assets. The Federal military naturally didn't want their safety to be in any danger.
In the cockpit, Xu Le's lips were already curled up with dry flying skin. After Little White Flower stopped working, he took the initiative to remove the simulation system and put it back into the black box. He then changed into the backup operation suit.
He knew that this black box wouldn't be able to hide it from the military researchers, but he didn't want to tell them anything. As one of the designers of the MX Mecha and the pilot who won, Xu Le had this confidence in his heart.
The cabin door opened. The soft artificial light replaced the harsh light of the stars in the vacuum environment. Xu Le squinted his eyes and immediately adapted to the environment inside the spaceship. With the help of a few medical personnel, he forced himself to suppress the soreness in his muscles and crawled out of the cockpit with difficulty.
Looking back, he saw that the beautiful Little White Flower's mecha was no longer the same as before. It was like it had been kicked countless times. It was black and distorted. It was very ugly and miserable.
"What is this?" Two military mechanics in charge of collecting data lifted the black leather box and asked Xu Le.
Xu Le blinked tiredly and said, "Personal item. You can check the catalog. Please don't touch it."
On the other side of the spacious cabin, Lieutenant Colonel Li Feng in the Purple Sea Mecha also walked out with the help of the soldiers.
Purple Sea's damage was more serious than Little White Flower's. When the military spaceship dragged the mecha back, the researchers discovered with fear that Purple Sea's last layer of life support system was already on the verge of collapse. If they had been any slower, the pilot in Purple Sea might have directly come into contact with the vacuum of the moon's surface.
However, Madman Li didn't need anyone to support him. This was because compared to Xu Le, the impact on his body was smaller.
From the moment Purple Sea collapsed, this 16-year-old genius pilot fell into silence. His face, which was already prone to violent expressions, was now so cold that it made people's hearts palpitate.
The special operation suit from before was no longer tightly wrapped around his explosive body. He was wearing a lieutenant colonel's military uniform. Standing on the floor, he turned his head to look at the other side of the cabin. A trace of unwillingness flashed through his eyes.
"Lieutenant Colonel, what is this?" A mechanic stood at the door of the cockpit and asked while holding a small box in his hand.
Madman Li turned his head to look at the man and said coldly, "Personal item. Don't touch it. After checking the catalog, return it to me."
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In the catalog of test body components provided by the Federal Academy of Science and the Shell Motor Company, Xu Le's black box and Li Feng's small box were not there. The two mechanics each carried these two items and walked towards the storage compartment of the spaceship. Because the pilots of the Federal Army always had the habit of putting some special items in their mechas in order to get good omens, they didn't particularly care about these two boxes.
They just felt that the personal items used by these two ace pilots to suppress their mechas were a little too big. One of the mechanics was numbering the items when he suddenly asked curiously, "That lieutenant colonel named Li Feng, I heard … he's the grandson of the Army God?"
The other mechanic frowned and said, "Just now, the captain passed on the order from the department. This mecha battle is to be kept a secret. Apparently, it's an incident involving the fifth sequence of the Bureau of Proclamation. What are you still talking about?"
"I'm just talking to you. Besides, I don't mean to be disrespectful to the Army God. I'm just very curious. What kind of mechas do the Lees of Philadelphia usually use? You should know that when we were in the 7th Armored Division, our division commander's most precious special mecha camp usually used his own women's underwear. "
That person smiled and said. Then, his gaze fell on the two boxes.
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