Jian Shui'er could be cute and innocent in front of her family, but she could also be youthful, adorable, charming, and witty to the point of being natural. She could make countless members of the opposite sex fall head over heels in love with her and be willing to live a life of poverty for her. This kind of natural ability probably had some kind of indescribable mystery to it.
This was the real her, but it was not the entire her. The other part of her was unwilling to use the intelligence and ability she had developed at First Hospital and her home in Philadelphia to figure out the dangers and complexities of the human world. However, right now, she could not get rid of her doubts. They were like clouds that forever covered the night sky, blocking out the thousands of stars that scattered down from the universe. It made it difficult for her to keep her heart pure and clear even if she wanted to.
At this moment, she needed to discuss the heavy and deep doubts in her heart with someone close and trustworthy, and on this planet, there was no doubt that there was only that small-eyed man.
After going through a complicated authorization check, she was brought by the female officer to a large warehouse in the depths of the underground base of the spaceport. The National Maiden looked at the scene in front of her and covered her slightly gaping mouth in shock.
The underground warehouse was very large and spacious. A large black MX mecha of the Federation hung on a platform suspended in mid-air. The heavily damaged outer shell on the left side of the mecha had already been dismantled, revealing the dizzyingly complex mechanical structure inside. It looked like a human skeleton specimen from a medical school, except that it had a faint metallic glow. Also, because it was too large, it gave off a strong sense of oppression for the people in the warehouse.
On the left side of the black MX, a simple automatic assembly line suspended five meters in the air was moving in many parts with a clatter.
Below the assembly line, six officers were recording something with serious expressions on their faces. In their hands, the electronic repair records kept flashing rapidly, recording in detail every movement seen with the naked eye. The dark blue patch on their left shoulders indicated that they were Federation repair officers.
One of the officers wiped the sweat off his forehead and looked at the guy on the black mecha who was silently climbing and jumping like an ape. He said in shock, "I always thought that my repair skills were already not bad, not bad at all..."
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Xu Le stood on the tall mecha.
After a night of battle and thousands of miles of travel, even the newest generation MX mecha of the Federation, under the frenzied pursuit of the Empire's Moon Wolf mecha brigade, had still ended up riddled with holes in certain areas, with some systems extremely fragile. Xu Le believed that the Department of Defense would give him a new dangerous mission. Therefore, after two hours of light sleep, he went to the warehouse. He wanted to fix the black MX in the shortest amount of time possible.
Pulling out a very long data cable, he narrowed his eyes as he stood below the black mech. His fingers lightly touched the control panel on the terminal to remove the outer armor of the MX mech. He didn't really care about the gazes of the six mech technicians behind him. In truth, those who had the authority to enter this warehouse naturally had the right to get close to the MX mech.
Xu Le climbed to the platform below the left shoulder of the mech. Reaching out, he pulled out two data cables, broke them with force, and connected them to the workbench. Accompanied by the sound of motors, the light silver automatic repair arm rose from the mech.
Shang Qiu had made many modifications to this black MX. In her opinion, all the long-range firepower systems that Xu Le needed had been completely removed. However, she had forcefully kept the automatic repair arm installed on the mech. This was because she knew that for a genius mechanic like Xu Le, a standardized automatic repair arm was more important than anything else.
The light alloy mechanical repair arm was lifted off the roof of the warehouse by a crane. Xu Le rubbed his hair, narrowed his eyes, and grunted. Both his hands grabbed the clasp of the repair arm and pressed a button.
Bright electric sparks shot out from the top of the mechanical arm. The components that had been prepared beforehand were meticulously placed into the damaged interior of the mech. Then, one by one, they were quickly welded together.
At this time, Xu Le was wearing a dark green singlet. His muscles, which were usually hidden, were clearly defined because he had to operate the extraordinarily heavy mechanical arm. They were filled with a sense of power that had yet to be unleashed.
He wore sunglasses and quickly and accurately carried out the repair work. At the same time, he requested parts from the six mechanics below him.
"Standard loop shock absorber."
"No. 3 ball joint transmission rod."
"You don't have it? M52 knee joint transmission rod … please grind it down to a diameter of three centimeters. "
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He stood tall on the mech, holding the mechanical repair arm, spitting out sparks. He was like the most courageous warrior of the Federation holding a Darlin rotary machine gun, firing continuously.
Every operation he made, every part he requested, would make the six Federation mechanics below him tremble violently in their hearts. This was because they had never seen anyone carry out this kind of mechanical repair.
Every micro-operation that the young officer on the black mech did was so precise and appropriate. No one would have imagined that one person carrying a heavy repair arm could actually do so much repair work so quickly. Moreover, not a single action was superfluous!
What made these mechanics even more fearful and worshipful was that in the beginning, they simply did not understand the intention of Xu Le's repair actions. It was not until half a minute later that the embryonic form gradually came together that they more or less understood this kind of exquisite repair train of thought …
They could not help but admit that Xu Le, who was repairing the black MX, had long surpassed them in terms of mechanical repair skills. No, he had surpassed the skill level of most of the mechanics in the Federation military by too much. The legend of one person repairing a mech, which was usually unimaginable, seemed to be slowly becoming a reality at this moment.
Therefore, that mechanic was so shocked that he could only repeat a certain sentence over and over again. The mechanics beside him also silently felt the same way.
One of them stared with his eyes wide and pursed his lips. Looking at Xu Le who had taken out a small knife and was cutting open a certain sealed circuit, he said in shock, "Can this kind of parallel serial circuit be replaced by a triple overlapping circuit? There's no such thing in the textbooks. "
"We don't understand, but that doesn't mean it's impossible. Don't forget, the MX was designed by him in the first place."
The voices of the discussions were very soft, but Xu Le, who was climbing up and down the black mech, heard them clearly. He turned his head and said, "We don't have the materials now, so we can only make do like this. Do you have any solidifying gears here? "
"Yes! I'll go look for them immediately! "said the officer loudly.
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The mechanics in the underground warehouse had long been dumbfounded by Xu Le's miraculous mechanical repair skills. They actually did not notice the arrival of Jian Shui'er outside the door at all. If it had been any other time, these soldiers would have probably fainted from excitement upon seeing the nation's girl suddenly appear by their side. However, at this moment, they had long been completely focused on the mechanical repair skills displayed by Xu Le, completely forgetting about everything else.
Jian Shui'er had a military uniform draped over her shoulders. Her arms were crossed in front of her chest as she leaned against the door, watching the scene in front of her with great interest.
She had already remembered that Xu Le was originally an extremely talented mechanic. Her earlier shock gradually faded, but at this moment, seeing the fanatical worship in the eyes of those mechanics, for some reason, a faint sense of pride actually grew in her heart.
Yesterday, Xu Le had escaped for thousands of miles and returned to the mountain for a surprise attack. Xu Le had left an incomparably deep impression on this nation's girl, but it was very strange. At this moment, Xu Le was wearing a tight-fitting military singlet, sweating profusely and holding the repair arm like he was holding a large gun. This scene really did give birth to some indescribable emotions in her heart.
"His figure is quite good." Jian Shui'er looked at Xu Le, who was busy on the mech. Although not very muscular, the lines of his muscles were clearly defined, and subconsciously thought of this. Immediately, her cheeks reddened slightly, and she shrugged her shoulders in self-relief.
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The black MX's damage was not too serious, but because Luoqiu Airport lacked most of the specialized parts, Xu Le could only use some common parts as replacements. This method of doing so would definitely cause the MX's combat power to decrease by a lot, but the fact that he could use those unimaginable ideas to make this black MX stand up and run again was already very incredible.
After a phase of the repair work was completed, the six mechanics officers left the warehouse. Xu Le wiped the sweat off his forehead, exhaled softly, and climbed down from the tall mech.
He was very different from the average mechanic in the military. It was not because he understood this MX mech too well, but more because of the repair philosophy that Uncle Feng Yu had imparted to him back then — whether it was a battleship or a mech, they were actually just tools used by humans, and were no different from household appliances.
Adhering to this philosophy, Xu Le did not have any fear when repairing the mech. He dared to fill in any kind of random replacement equipment, whether it was self-cleaning equipment or household appliances. In any case, he only wanted this mech to be able to move …
It had to be said that it was precisely because of this difference in philosophy, the perception of treating gold as dung, that Xu Le could do whatever he wanted without fear. As a result, the mechanic beside him was dumbfounded and worshiped him from head to toe.
After climbing down from the mech, his body and face were full of black engine oil. Behind his hips hung heavy tools like a teenager, clanking and clanking, looking quite pathetic. Just at this moment, he turned around and saw a head of purple hair.
Jian Shui'er looked at him with a smile. In the spacious warehouse, it seemed that some crisp sounds of metal clashing could be heard, like wind chimes.
"You said that back then, father liked to carry a lot of tools behind him. Was it like what you are doing now?"
"More or less."
Xu Le said with a smile. He subconsciously scratched his head. The black high-density mech on his hands was all over his face, smearing it black.
Jian Shui'er covered her mouth and giggled. After a moment, she regained her composure and asked seriously, "Does the Ministry of Defence have a new mission for you?"
"Not yet." Xu Le opened the workbench and began to arrange the tools. In a low voice, he said, "But I think they definitely won't ask me to send you back to the capital ring again. No matter what mission the Ministry of Defence gives me, I still have to fix my MX first. After leaving this mech, there's actually not much I can do."
Jian Shui'er was silent for a moment. She understood what Xu Le meant. Whether it was the special mecha battalion or the normal field forces, whether it was the Federation or the Empire, all pilots would have their own personal mecha. It was just like those warriors in ancient myths who rode their horses onto the battlefield.
"This is your mech. In a few days, you'll probably paint a lot of stars on it." She smiled and said, "Have you given it a name?"
This was a tradition of the Federal military. Every time a mecha warrior killed an Empire mecha, they would have the right to paint a golden star on the left leg of their mecha. From last night until now, Jian Shui'er knew very well that Xu Le had the right to paint at least six golden stars.
Xu Le thought seriously for a moment. Then, he raised his head and smiled. The white teeth on his dirty face were distinct. "I'm going to call it 'Little Black Flower'."
"He really doesn't know how to come up with names," Jian Shui'er thought silently.
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