Manual of Space-Time Interference

"No, and you don't have permission to use these weapons."

The cold voice came, which instantly drowned out more than half of the enthusiasm that the dialect had just mentioned, and the raised head also dropped, leaning on the chair.

"Alright, anyway, I still have a treasure in my backpack. Although it's a little smaller, it should be enough!" Dialect muttered and turned his head, as if blaming Nuwa's stinginess.

However, it is true that the research site of nuclear weapons is mainly concentrated in the northwest part. What exists in this base is only for a part of nuclear fusion research.

"Okay, I remember that with the first-level authority, except for the ultimate weapon and some materials that cannot be used, I can take most of the things in this base, right?" Dialect asked with his head tilted.

"Yes!"

"Then what about you, Nuwa?" Dialect asked. He did have some thoughts about the woman in military uniform on the screen, or the motherboard.

"Extracting my motherboard requires level 0 permission, and you don't have this permission, but the data you extracted will include my program framework!" Nuwa replied, still in a pure and unpretentious tone.

"OK! Extract all the information about scientific research in the base that I can extract, put it into a storage device, and back it up at the same time, and put it in another storage device."

Dialect said, stood up, turned around and walked towards the door, but suddenly stopped, looked back at Nuwa on the screen, a hint of suspicion appeared in her eyes, "My power armor has not been damaged in any way?"

"not at all!"

"That's good, open the door of the arsenal, I need to go in and pick some things, and also, sort out the detection equipment and store it separately!" Dialect said, and walked out directly, towards the direction of the arsenal in memory.

"Yes!"

…

"Boom!"

The iron gates on both sides began to slowly separate, and some dust fell from the top and sprinkled on Dialect's head, giving him a feeling that the rock wall would collapse at any time.

Looking at the door that was almost opened, Dialect covered his nose and walked in.

The arsenal is located in the northwest corner of the entire base. There are many things in it. There are some weapons developed in the base, including various energy-producing weapons and non-energy-producing weapons.

"What is this?" Dialect walked to the front of a fort, touched the dusty barrel with his hand, and asked Nuwa.

"Small electromagnetic gun! The range is 400 kilometers and the speed is 12,000 m/s per second. Some battleships have already been installed." Nuwa replied.

"Can I extract this part of the data with my authority?" Dialect asked, taking a careful look at the fort.

"Can!"

"That's not bad!" Dialect clapped his hands and continued to walk in.

"What is this?"

"Laser weapons can currently provide a strike distance of 30 kilometers..."

"This little thing?"

"Small electronic bombs that can paralyze electronic and electronic networks within 1 km..."

"Is this a power armor? Is this a mecha next to it?" Dialect stopped and asked, looking at the large and small armors placed in the storage cabinet.

"On the left is the first batch of power armors to be trial-installed for special forces in 2026 for small-scale special operations, and on the right is the large-scale main battle armor developed for large-scale battlefield operations!" Nuwa replied.

"Have you scanned my armor? Give me a suggestion, which one is better, or mine?"

"In terms of functionality and comprehensive data, the data of this power armor is higher, but in terms of applicability and intelligence, your armor is higher."

Dialect listened, nodded, no longer nostalgic for this armor, and continued to walk forward,

Obviously, he could feel the roughness of the workmanship of the armor. Although it was superior in data, the stronger armor was not as suitable for him. Although his armor was ten years behind, it was not much worse. After all, it is tailor-made for myself. From all angles, it is better to be a little girl.

"By the way, has nuclear fusion progressed, and how long can it last?" Dialect paused as he walked, looked up at the camera and asked.

"Nuclear fusion is not yet practical, and the longest running record is 1147 seconds."

Dialect shook his head, raised his feet and continued to walk forward, patting his feet from time to time, and then touching here and there, and at the same time asked Nuwa some parameters about these weapons.

Time passed slowly, and dialects gradually reached the end of this arsenal.

"Okay, take away what I just selected!" He stopped, clapped his hands, turned around and walked towards the door without any hesitation.

There are very few practical things, and even fewer are suitable for him to use, so he only chooses some small objects that are more practical.

Compared with his own era, the weapons of this era have not made much progress. The main individual combat tools are still on gunpowder and metal. As for the energy guns he dreamed of, it has only changed from a single shot. Just double hair.

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"Damn it! It's dead again!"

Dialect took off his earphones, UU Reading www.uukanshu.com looked at the fallen character on the screen, switched the interface, returned to the desktop, took a sip from the water glass next to him, clicked on the music to play, and quietly Lying on the back of the chair, he narrowed his eyes.

"Commander, it's time."

Nuwa's voice suddenly sounded, Diaoyan's squinted eyes reopened, looking at the computer in front of him and the messy lounge, pouted, and put on the power armor set aside.

Listening to songs, watching movies, playing games, this is most of the way that dialects spend their time in these five days. Xiaojiao and Nuwa are only asking and answering questions now, and they can't chat with him at all.

However, during this period of time, he relied on Nuwa's assistance to add some things to Xiaogai's program.

Make the combat assistance system more intelligent, the priorities of various intelligences are clearly graded, and the information in the database is supplemented...

"Start the little girl!"

"Little girl is online, and the power armor has been activated!"

"The system self-check is completed, the damage is 0%, and the energy remaining is 100%!"

"Good luck!"

The soft female voice sounded again, and there was a smile in Dialect's eyes as he walked out the door.

In five days, plus the first three days, the dialect has lived in the base for eight days.

The virus infection did not bring any discomfort, nor did it bring any enhancement, which made him a little disappointed, but at the same time it was more of a blessing...

"All kinds of items are ready! You can leave at any time"

When Nuwa's voice came, Dialect smiled, waved his hand, and replied, "See you later!"

Saying that, he continued to walk towards the parking lot, and next?

The sword points to Tokyo!