His backpack was stuffed full of small self-powered repair tools, a large number of components, and standard high-intensity holographic screen chips. All of these things had been ordered online, costing Xu Le more than 10,000 yuan. Fortunately, the logistics industry of the Federation was exceptionally developed nowadays, and these things were not controlled goods. Without wasting any time, he prepared to fix the two holographic screens he had broken last night. However, when he walked behind the holographic screen terminals, he found that the holographic screen fragments he had carefully piled up … were already gone.
Putting down the heavy backpack in surprise, Xu Le scratched his head and climbed up the gangway ladder to the M-prototype mecha's operation cabin. He was rather happy to find the two holographic screens beside his hands. Currently in an extremely good mood, he could not help but feel even more grateful towards Ewha University, but what he did not know was that these two holographic screens had been replaced by Butler Jin, who was in charge of the cleanup of Area H1.
Although Butler Jin was always the only person by the side of the young master of the Tai family, in reality, this personal butler led five small teams, numbering as many as 60 professionals, to provide comprehensive service to Tai Zhiyuan alone. Replacing two holographic screens within a single day was truly too easy a task.
Xu Le naturally could not have guessed that he was basking in the glory of an important person, enjoying the highest level of logistics service of the Federation. At this time, he was already seated in the operation cabin, beginning his level 6 training. However, tonight, he was exceptionally careful, consciously controlling the intensity of the trembling or heat flow in his body...
Very strange, truly very strange. Faced with the increasing speed of light and colour on the holographic screens, Xu Le's eyes did not blink, engraving all of it into his mind. Then, with a single thought, a channel seemed to suddenly appear in the muscles and nerves of his body, and the trembling or heat flow would follow that channel, faithfully and rapidly transmitting his thoughts to his fingertips. From there, they would move rapidly across the holographic screens, entering command after command.
However, it was still embarrassing. His best time of 11.8 seconds was 0.1 seconds better than last night's. Could this even be considered improvement? Drenched in sweat, Xu Le sat limply in his seat, sweat dripping down from his wet black hair. His fingers were trembling uncontrollably from overexertion. This trembling was purely a side effect of exhaustion, and there was nothing strange about it at all.
Xu Le sat thoughtfully in the belly of the mecha's operation cabin, recalling the uncle's every move in the valley, his fingers imitating those movements he had seen before. Suddenly, he stood up and looked from the side of the mecha's compartment, and could not help but whistle. It looked like there were indeed some differences between the blueprints and reality. Although those data wiring and sensor devices were indeed under the mecha's protection, they were not isolated from the alloy mecha's controls. Vaguely, Xu Le had a general understanding of how Uncle Feng Yu's pair of magical hands had been able to control the mecha's movements just from the surface of the mecha — it was probably the trembling in the body that could leave the human body to form some sort of electrical current or data flow, passing through the surface of the alloy mecha to enter the mecha's data transmission lines.
This was a whimsical idea. The human body was not a generator, nor was it a sensor — how could it possibly use electrical current or data flow to communicate with a machine? But other than that, Xu Le really had no way of explaining the ability the uncle had once displayed. Xu Le sat back down in his chair, once again sinking into a long period of thought. If he wanted to prove his conjecture, prove that the trembling in the body could be converted into a fixed frequency wave under certain circumstances, and even be able to control mecha, then he would need to enter the Federation's top laboratories.
A year had already passed. The trembling in Xu Le's body that could suddenly erupt with tremendous power had already seeped under his skin, no longer attracting attention. Instead, it had become some sort of slightly numbing heat flow, circulating endlessly along a certain channel in his body... but this had little to do with him operating the touch screen, unless he could get his hands on a mecha full body sensor control console that had long since been phased out.
Xu Le wiped away the sweat on his forehead, enjoying the clean breeze that continuously flowed in from around the control console. It was said that the current M52 series was even more comfortable to control, but he was already very satisfied. In the cool breeze, he stared blankly at his slightly trembling hands. He did not know how to release that heat flow from his body beyond his skin, much less use this power to control the three major systems of his mecha. But no matter how slow a person was, at this time, he would know that the ten movements that Uncle Boss had taught him back then were a kind of mysterious and powerful ability. He stared blankly at his hands and suddenly felt afraid. He felt that if this continued, he was afraid that he … would no longer be himself, but would become a machine. But he didn't know whether it was a killing machine or something else. But so what if he was afraid? That intense curiosity and thirst for the unknown continued to spur him on. He continued to fumble around on this path without a teacher, completely forgetting his original intention of only wanting to repair mecha. More and more, he sank deeper and deeper into the endless boundaries of mecha and his own body.
What did the uncle boss mean when he said the number one machine back then?
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Exhausted but energized, Xu Le walked out of the room. A whole new world had already opened up before him. His mind was filled with an excitement that did not match the fatigue of his body at all. Faced with this kind of mysterious and unknown world, perhaps some people would be afraid, and some would avoid it. But for Xu Le, he only excitedly waited for what might happen in the future.
The door of the opposite room was still tightly shut. The excellent soundproofing of Area H1 was silent. Only the green light beside the door indicated that there was someone inside. From the hot coffee and spoiled biscuits in the lounge, Xu Le knew that this unknown "companion" was the same person from last night. He looked curiously at the door, thinking to himself that it was already so late. Other than himself, there was actually someone else who could not sleep for two consecutive nights? It was because his mind was always occupied by those strange and incomprehensible things. Where was the person inside?
His growling stomach reminded him that he was in a state of extreme hunger. Xu Le walked into the lounge with a bitter face, wolfing down his soy milk and youtiao. Then he began to look at the soy milk and youtiao that he originally brought for that person with green eyes. At this time, Xu Le had already confirmed that every time he used the trembling power in his body, he would fall into a state of hunger. It was like this when he broke the plastic rope to escape in Donglin district, and it was also like this when he practiced in the gatehouse every night … Especially after two nights of repetitive and boring high-intensity training in Area H1, his spirit was stretched to the extreme, and his hunger had reached an unprecedented level. This little bit of soy milk and youtiao was really not enough to fill his stomach.
He muttered a few words in a low voice, as if he was apologizing to the air. Then he picked up a piece of youtiao cake and swallowed it quickly. But he was still not satisfied … He stared at the little food on the table, pursed his lips, and smiled embarrassedly. He quietly picked up the cup of coffee.
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The coffee was gone, but the caviar was still there. That tasteless person really came. Tai Zhiyuan, who was sweating all over, stared at the table in the lounge unhappily. He saw the soy milk and a piece of greasy paste in the paper bag that gave him a headache. He picked up the paper and saw that there was handwriting on it again.
"I'm sorry, I didn't bring enough food today. I'm really hungry, so I only left you a piece of deep-fried dough cake and drank your coffee … But it seems that you have been suffering from insomnia recently. It's better to drink less coffee, hehe."
Tai Zhiyuan looked at the last two words on the note, and a smirking face seemed to flash in front of his eyes. He should have been angry, but he didn't know why he smiled bitterly instead.
Tai Zhiyuan took out the soy milk and the youtiao cake from the paper bag. Suddenly, he was lost in thought. If it was someone who wanted to harm him, they could put ordinary food for more than 20 days, and randomly choose a day to put poison. As long as they could make him lose his vigilance, what couldn't they do? He silently looked at the soy milk and the thing called the youtiao cake in his hand. Suddenly, a fierce expression flashed across his face, as if he had decided to take the most dangerous gamble in his life.
He frowned and drank the soy milk as if he was drinking poison. Then, he ate the deep-fried dough cake and sat on the chair in the lounge. He was in a daze for a long time. After a long time, he whispered to himself, "Deep-Fried dough cake? It seems to taste okay. "
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Suddenly, Tai Zhiyuan lost interest in his favorite caviar cake. His eyes flashed with a trace of gentleness. After thinking for a while, he picked up the pen and wrote his reply on the paper.
"Stingy."
After finishing this action, which even he felt was incomparably childish, Tai Zhiyuan subconsciously walked to the room and began to look at Xu Le's training data. Even he didn't know why he was so interested in this intruder. As expected, the duration of Level 6 was still around 11 seconds. Tai Zhiyuan thought sarcastically that this guy was really an idiot. Just as he was about to turn around and leave, his eyebrows furrowed. He had a feeling that the rows of data didn't seem to match up.
"Young Master, the results of Hospital One are out." Butler Jin looked at Tai Zhiyuan with some concern. He was in charge of cleaning up Area H1, so he naturally knew the handwriting left on the white paper. However, without the young master's permission, he didn't dare to touch it. He lowered his head and reported, "After the laboratory there identified these data, they believe that these data were fabricated."
"Fabricated?" Tai Zhiyuan turned off the TV on the wall and frowned. He didn't understand what was going on. It was obviously that idiot's training data, so why did the experts of First Military Academy come to the conclusion that it was fabricated? "
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