Counterfeit Hero

They were dumbfounded as they watched the fat man and the scientists swarming up talking more and more enthusiastically, responding fluently to various questions about mechanical technology and other aspects. Helen, Mei Duo and the bandit generals and officers behind them were all confused. .

Husband couldn't understand, when did this fat man become a "breaking casserole and smell it to the end"? Looking at the nerds who were so excited and talking incoherently, it was like meeting their idols. It seems that this tasteless vd is quite famous in the scientific community.

Outside the crowd, Basela's charming eyes became colder and colder.

She could see that although the Feiyang scientists beside her were still trying their best to maintain their composure, their eyes were full of eagerness when they looked at the fat man. What made her even more frightened was that the senior officials of several major arms dealers were all on guard against each other, no matter where they stood or the glances they casually exchanged.

When they looked at the fat man, the enthusiasm in their eyes was even greater than that of these scientists.

An originally solid camp has cracked due to the emergence of several advanced technologies and the fat man's unscrupulous and reckless provocation in front of everyone. This gave Barbara a feeling of being beckoned.

This feeling reminded her instinctively of the scene last night.

"Okay, okay." Professor Heifer clapped his hands, stopped the scholars around him from asking endless questions, and said to the fat man, "General Tian, ​​if you have any good things, bring them out together!"

He glanced at several high-ranking arms dealers and a group of scientists with flickering eyes, and said with a smile: "It just so happens that Fulongjian Company also has a license to produce Thunder. If we can solve the engine problem, I will I think the Thunder produced by Huolongjian Company may be more worth looking forward to."

Heifer's words caused the entire Guanli Shifu Hall to fall into silence.

The expressions of several major arms dealers suddenly changed.

The twelfth generation of Thunder was jointly developed by all the countries in the Alliance. In the previous agreement, in addition to Feiyang Republic, Lane Republic and Chakna Republic each also had a production license.

Originally, this was not a threat to Feiyang's major arms dealers. Because they know that without the key technologies of several systems in their hands, even if others want to produce them, they can only produce simplified versions. However, after seeing what Fatty showed, things have fundamentally changed. If these technologies are obtained by Fulongjian Company, coupled with the thunder drawings in their hands, the mechas produced will definitely be much more advanced than those of several major arms dealers.

When this war enters a critical battle, Huolongjian Company can leap from the seventh largest arms dealer to the largest arms dealer just by relying on orders from various countries.

Heifer's stab was too harsh! Several senior officials of major arms dealers glared at Heifer fiercely. They didn't know whether Heifer was motivated by his trust in Fatty, Chakna's support for the bandit army, or whether he was just taking risks. In short, his words had already separated him and the Fulong Sword Company. Completely tied to the bandit army.

Doesn't he know that if Fatty can't come up with something better, Fulongjian Company will not only have no chance to become the largest arms dealer, but will instead be besieged for angering other companies? ! At that time, let alone the production of complete mechas, even if you just want to get a share of the orders for Thunder mecha parts, it will be impossible.

The complete mecha is in the hands of a few major arms dealers. Whose parts do you want? Isn't it just a matter of words? !

The fat man patted Heifer on the shoulder, smiled, and stood up.

All eyes were focused on the fat man. The engine is the core part of Thunder. Now, let's see if Fatty can come up with a more advanced bow engine than Cien Company!

The expressions of several major arms dealers were changing rapidly. Suddenly, Robinson, a senior official of the third largest Meteor Company, strode forward and said to the fat man: "General Tian, ​​please take a step to speak."

The fat man was startled, then glanced at Barbara with a naive smile, nodded, and quickly walked to the side with Robinson, whispering a few words. Both sides shook hands. Barbara, who was focused by everyone, still had a smile on her face. But only those who know her best know that her smile has become cold and hard.

No one knew what Robinson and Fatty were talking about. However, this is no longer important. It was obvious that at this moment, Robinson had made a choice. His behavior was tantamount to openly surrendering to the bandit army.

It was a difficult decision to make, one that Robinson would regret minutes later. But he just did it.

Robinson did not move back to his seat or look at Barbara. He stood quietly and looked at the fat man walking towards the central data station. The heartbeat is extremely fast.

It wasn't until he finished speaking that his mind seemed to wake up.

He himself didn't know why he suddenly made such a decision.

Logically speaking, he should have waited until Fatty showed his full power, and then contacted Fatty in private. However, at the moment when Heifer spoke, he suddenly felt that if he didn't show something here, he might never be able to catch the train.

Meteor Company's main business is not mechas.

Originally, whoever's turn it was to show favor to the bandit army, it was not Meteor Company's turn. However, Robinson knew how much the entire top management of Meteor Company, including big boss Matt, wanted to surpass Chien Company and even Martin Company in the field of mechas.

The Mecha Division is Meteor Company’s shortcoming. Also the engine. If the Mecha Division can obtain orders for Thunder Mechas, Meteor Company will become the largest arms dealer.

What Fatty showed before had already given Robinson enough shock. He knew the opportunity was fleeting. He didn't even have time to call the big boss, Matt.

As a professional manager and the general manager of the mecha division of Tutu Meteor Company, Robinson spent twenty years in this position. Today, I didn’t talk to the fat man for more than twenty seconds. These twenty seconds will determine his future. Taking this step may be the pinnacle step in his life, or it may be the most tragic step for him.

Robinson's eyes were always fixed on the fat man.

Is your choice right or wrong?

Under Robinson's gaze, Fatty picked up the communicator on the data table and said lightly: "Markovich, check the engine data."

The "Ranger" in the test hall was activated. The fat mecha strode to the test table in the test hall and stood still.

I saw the external armor on the belly of the mecha shrinking and folding rapidly, revealing the cyan shell. Immediately, a small square piece of casing popped open, and several data interfaces were exposed to everyone. .

Ranger's engine? !

How could a tenth-generation mecha have an engine that exceeds that of a twelfth-generation mecha? !

Markovich's actions caused a commotion in the observation room. Under everyone's stunned gaze, the hesitant staff used the data cable from the testing center to connect the interface.

"Detection begins, level one power."

"Instant improvement."

"Ultimate stabilization time."

"Second level power."

"Instant improvement."

"Ultimate stabilization time."

"Level 3 power——...

The Ranger's engine, following the inspector's command, rose and fell, and everyone's hearts also rose and fell accordingly.

Looking at the computer screen where the test data had not yet been released, Robinson's forehead had large beads of sweat overflowing. Not far away on the left, Vaughan's senior officer and chief technical advisor, Kerton, looked more nervous than Robinson.

Exactly half an hour passed, and finally, the roar of the Ranger's engine stopped.

In the silence, the screen in the data center began to change, and row after row of data rose from the bottom of the screen. Data moves quickly.

Although it was rising, in the end it looked like the numbers filling the screen were falling down like a waterfall.

For the generals present, this was undoubtedly a piece of scripture. However, even if they can't understand the data, they understand what the results of this engine inspection are. Because, the moment the data appeared, the entire hall was as noisy as a pot exploding. The scientists' unreserved shock and excitement are enough to explain everything.

"This is impossible, this is impossible," Keton pointed at the screen with trembling fingers and hissed, "a scam, this is a scam!"

He turned around suddenly, glared at the fat man and said: "Why don't you get the drawings, why don't you get the real objects? Do you think you can deceive everyone by colluding with the people below? This is impossible, there can be no more advanced than anal... Engine! It’s almost doubled. This kind of data is so ridiculous, hahaha.”

Keton's laughter was dry and hoarse, more like a howl than a laugh.

Fake?

This possibility does exist, and the scholars present were all surprised.

The fat man glanced at Keton with disdain. The disdain in his eyes could make people collapse.

"The liar," Keton's voice became more and more hysterical. He squeezed into the crowd and pointed at the fat man's nose: "You have colluded. There is no data that can't be produced." Those interfaces are not the engine detection interfaces at all, but the interfaces for the mecha computers. ! "

With a hand that was shaking like a convulsion, he pointed at the data line marked by the fat man and said crazily: "The engine power has been increased by 83%, hahaha. The survival probability of the fighter has been increased by 200%. Engine data You can fake the survival rate of pilots, but how can you fake it? Take it out, take it out and show it to us!"

Keton's words focused everyone's attention on the most incredible statistic of Fatty's data line.

If the performance of the Ranger's engine is 83% higher than that of the A21 engine, which is acceptable, then the 200% improvement in the survival rate of the fighter is indeed appalling.

You must know that whether it is energy shield or external armor, Thunder uses the best materials that the Fei League can produce today. There are nearly a hundred experts in materials science alone in the research team. is the largest team in the research group.

The Thunder Mecha's protective power has almost reached its extreme. Ordinary energy cannons require concentrated bombardment of ten cannons to knock down the energy shield. It would take at least two shots to penetrate the external armor. Such protective capabilities almost completely isolate long-range weapon strikes. Only ion light knives and division-level mechas in close combat can cause serious damage to the body in an instant.

To increase this level of protection by another 200% would be impossible.

In fact, it is meaningless whether the last data of the bandit army is available or not. With the hummingbird engine, stealth paint, new transmission system, power storage and the mysterious engine of the Ranger, the bandit army has turned this mecha test meeting into a display of the bandit army's strength.

In terms of confrontation, Barbara, who wanted to use the technology and production of twelfth-generation mechas to demonstrate against other countries, has been completely defeated.

No matter how ruthless this woman who conquered and suppressed the interest groups behind Li Fo overnight at the age of twenty-five, she could not use any other means here. This is not a secret struggle, there is no kidnapping, intimidation, threats or inducements, and there is no need for the Thirty-six Strategies of Sun Tzu's Art of War. Here, strength is everything. What the generals from various countries present at the scene want to see is their strength!

The bandit army's technical strength has obviously exceeded everyone's imagination.

The public surrender of Meteor Company and Fulongjian Company means that the arms market will be reshuffled in the future. It means that if you want to obtain the twelfth generation mecha, you must look at the face of the bandit army!

Everyone knew that Keton, who couldn't stand being beaten to pieces in his professional field, was making a hysterical last ditch effort. However, judging from Gangze's engine detection method, Keton's doubts are not completely unfounded. In order to prove the strength of the bandits without revealing the secrets of the engine, this last indicator seems to be the best way.

However, with a survival rate of 200%, this is simply impossible. Everyone present looked at Fatty. Even if Fatty simply said that he pointed the wrong finger just now, everyone would accept it.

"Idiot!" The fat man glanced sideways at Keton and looked at the time: "I have an appointment at noon, and there are still a few minutes left. Are you sure you really want to know?"

"I want to" Keton gritted his teeth: "Just show it and see if you have anything!"

"Miss Barbara, do you want to see it?" The fat man suddenly seemed to remember such a person, and turned to Barbara and asked with a sly smile.

Sesela looked livid.

She knew that at this moment, the most important thing she should do was to turn around and leave.

However, knowing the temptation of Hastings and the bandit army allowed her to accept all failures and humiliations.

She smiled coldly and nodded gracefully.

"Markovich." The fat man looked into Barbara's eyes and curled his lips slightly.

Everyone's eyes quickly turned to the experimental hall.

The ranger made a soft sound, and the mecha shell suddenly cracked, and a mecha no more than two meters high, like a black elf, suddenly ejected. Like lightning, he headed straight towards Thunder stopped in the center of the test hall. A rapid sound of gold and iron suddenly sounded. Before the mecha warrior piloting Thunder had time to react, one of Thunder's mechanical legs was cut off and he fell to the ground.

The black miniature mecha stood quietly aside.

Time seemed to have frozen at this moment.

I don't know how long it took, but Robinson wiped the sweat off his forehead and suddenly felt a little weak under his feet.

This was a gamble, and he put everything he had into it, leaving no time to hesitate or even think. When the perseverance of fate finally stopped at this moment, an unspeakable ecstasy suddenly hit his heart.

In front of him, hundreds of scientists and generals from various countries had already rushed out of the observation room hall in an unbelievable surprise and rushed down the passage to the test hall below.

Who still doesn’t understand what micro-mechas mean to Thunder, and what they mean to every mecha warrior in this war!

Under the envious and admiring gaze of Professor Lutela and another senior official of Meteor Company, Robinson clenched his fists tightly.

Rather than saying that they are generals who have no regard for their demeanor, it is better to say that they are huge orders!

Looking back, Barbara and the other senior officials of the super arms dealers had pale faces. .