Monster Factory

Grunarwald District, Berlin, hidden in the Juncker plant deep in the forest.

In the factory's underground production area, dozens of technicians in white coats are somewhat uneasy surrounded by a liquid printer.

Fucking Huaxia technicians are gone.

They bent over and laughed, surrounded him like a student beside a teacher and offered him the best food to entertain him.

This technician actually used only one USB disk and activated all the equipment.

“Why didn't Giant Beast Industries just mail the flash drive into an envelope? ”

“Why don't they just activate it in Huaxia and bring it back? ”

“Why do they want to add feature limits to their devices? ”

“Alas," said Karen, the oldest member of the team, “how ridiculous the machine tool industry has become in front of this liquid printer. We don't have to deal with this anymore. In fact, we sell Germany to processing centers in Huaxia, and a lot of them have physical and software limitations. Now people make restrictions, and the starting point is actually the same as ours. ”

“Start the test now and please do your recording. ”

Speaking of work, the technicians present immediately changed their faces and went into a serious state of work. Returning to the instrument and equipment for which they are responsible, they make a final check of the line and the working condition of the instrument, even the temperature and humidity of the surrounding area, with detailed records.

Not only do they have to do a good job of recording, they come from the material and mechanical fields, but they also have to make a comprehensive judgment based on the observations, analyses, information recorded during the test process, organize the whole process of the test into detailed written documents, and finally use their own expertise to analyze and understand and explain the whole process.

Only by explaining how the liquid printer works and the principle properties of the liquid material will they be able to proceed with subsequent research and imitation.

The outside world says that the Germans are old-fashioned dogmatic, and even screwing a light bulb is divided into several process steps.

This is a somewhat derogatory compliment, and of course the Germans, compared to the French British, are a bit old-fashioned, especially in industrial production.

Unfortunately, with these things alone, it is simply impossible to put them on the highest throne of the world's industry.

Instead - their previously most despised Huaxia, Hidden is eligible to take the place of America's next industrial throne.

Ten minutes later, all preparations are complete.

“When the test begins, please have the tester in place.” Karen, who presided over the test, nodded at everyone and then seriously nodded at the HD camera set at the corner of the dust-free glass room.

A young man, one metre and eighty-seven tall, wearing only a pair of boxer pants, pushed open the outermost bulletproof glass door and walked towards technicians over half a hundred years.

This young man is not only tall, with short inches, with a strong face, but also a beautiful coach who can't help but be jealous of his fine figure. Chest muscles like iron cakes, with eight abdominals neatly arranged below, arms and legs free of any excess fat, and only one muscle full of bursts.

This is a dust-free work area where young men are not wearing dust-proof clothes or can't wear them. So the staff outside, coated him with a layer of special grease that prevents the aging skin tissue from falling off, this bright grease, instead, makes him look particularly MAN, and the muscles are particularly wired.

“Soldier, are you ready?” Karen gave him an encouraging look.

“No problem, sir.” The soldier replied out loud, only tight corners of his mouth, some of which betrayed his real activities inside.

“Okay, test started. You don't have to be nervous, there is no risk in this test.” Karen straightened her hand to capture the soldier's head and then led her forward through another glass door into the darkroom of the three-dimensional integrated scanning device.

Although Giant Beast Industries did not emphasize what kind of room this precious 3D scanning device was to be placed in.

But Karen and the team, they thought it would be better to have a darkroom that would isolate the light waves so that when scanning, the light waves it emits would not be disturbed and the scan results would be more accurate.

Of course ~ This has nothing to do with craftsmanship or anything. It's just that the Huaxia family bought a TV for decades. Ask the carpenter to make a special cabinet for it, and cover it with a layer of embroidered cotton cloth.

The soldier from the German elite unit did not receive any advance notice of the contents of the test.

His loyalty increased, he was taken to a secret factory hidden in the deep woods, stripped of his clothes, coated with grease he didn't understand the purpose, and then taken to this secret room, which was darker than the military confinement room. How could the soldier not be nervous or afraid at this time?

The darkroom lights up a slightly green fluorescent light so that he can barely see the strange industrial equipment in the middle of the darkroom...

Looking at that sci-fi device that could definitely pull off a sci-fi movie, the soldier instantly thought of Wolverine, Captain America, and Sandman in Spider-Man. These characters all have one thing in common, and before they become Supermen, they all have to go through a science fiction device that has absolutely no production license.

Those who also operate these devices have a strong emphasis on the super high probability that the trial will fail, and the chances of success are like winning lottery tickets.

As for the result of failure...

A drop of cold sweat spilled unconsciously from the soldier's head.

His loyalty does not mean that he is willing to be freely treated as a “guinea pig” filled with the risk of death. The flower world outside is waiting for him. With his body and seniority, what kind of chicks can't get laid off?

For a time he stood out from the elite army when he was in battle with the heavens in his mind, and quickly flashed through his mind all the checkpoints and defensive mechanisms that he saw and felt as he walked into the factory.

Lastly, he was pleased to conclude that the guards at the factory, along with a group of fingers, could knock down the old man with the access card hanging around his neck. If you choose to resist, you're 10,000 times more likely to succeed than you are to participate in a test that this ghost knows what it is.

By definition, the soldier's mouth revealed a smile that was hidden in the darkness.

As long as you're handcuffed or handcuffed or something!

Hehe ~

He stood on a circular platform in the middle, and there seemed to be an arcuate piece of metal circling around him in the vault.

“Scanning successful! ”

An electronically synthesized voice resounded in the dark room.

“Ok... ok?” Karen is more like questioning this machine.

“I think so.” Karen thinks this machine is fast and incredible, "soldier, you can come down. ”

“Over? ”

“Almost.” Karen brushed the electronic lock of the darkroom with a magnetic card, prompting him to go with himself. There was some confusion inside Karen, and she didn't even know she'd just walked around the ghost gate.

Of course, it's also about watching more sci-fi movies before soldiers serve. If it's a dangerous experiment, you can find a prisoner in prison with no relatives for life. How can you waste a soldier raised with a lot of money?

Soon Karen took the soldier to the dust-free glass room where the liquid printer was located. He was left outside to wait, and through the glass room, he could only see a group of old men in white coats, surrounded by a much bigger and more sci-fi physical device.

And then he saw this device working light on, and the old men were shaking around the machine like they were hitting adrenaline.

Half an hour later, the old men, dressed in white coats, walked out of the glass room with a set of “hard clothes" similar in shape to his.

At the first sight of this “hard clothing", the soldier's eyes were immediately stronger than those of a prisoner who had been imprisoned for 20 years and, after his release, saw a young girl with a demonic body and a remarkable appearance on the side of the road.

The "hard garment” they carefully carried was clearly a cool, masculine outfit that covered the wearer from the sole of the foot to the top of the head, painted with active jungle spotted camouflage.

Every texture, every detail, is filled with amazing details. Unable to see the full back of the suit, but also concealed mechanical vertebra-like components bulge up the outline.

Looking at the virtues of these old men, this suit must be very valuable and advanced.

He instantly guessed that the suit had just been built after the scanning device had scanned his body profile.

“Soldier, and I go to the weapons test area, and you shoot this armor with a gun. ”

“Ok... ok...” In the eyes of the soldier, the distraction flashed.

Within the test area, this treasure-like suit is secured to a blocking plate with a dense numbness sensor.

After a 9 mm Parabellum bullet, the soldiers and the technicians were collectively trapped in petrification.

They have not participated in a shooting test conference organized by Giant Beast Industries, written and photographed presentations, even though they are no longer exhaustive and have not witnessed first-hand shocks.

Karen trembled and touched the bullet point on the suit that could have been wiped off. After all the technicians touched it, it was the soldier's turn to touch it.

“Soldier, dare to put on this suit and let's shoot. Don't worry, we'll hit you with a fixed shooting bracket and never hit you in the head.” Looking into the coveted eyes of the soldier's ten cows, Karen finally spoke of the final procedure of the test.

Only by letting the soldier shoot himself would he be confident enough to put on his suit and rigid bullets.

“No, don't use a pistol, use an MP5 machine gun on a gun rack, the same Parabellum, the machine gun is more powerful!” The soldier's eyes were utterly fanatical. After Karen, Xu Xu Xianzhen's words had not yet been exported. The soldier had seized his armor.

Under the guidance of the technician, the soldier wore armored expressions that were more enjoyable than the bride who had been single for forty years and eventually worn a wedding dress.

“What does it feel like?” Even Karen looked at him with envy, because after wearing his armor, he was even more handsome and cool than the models on the army posters.

Perfectly fitted armor to outline his figure.

A biomimetic muscle on the armor seems to have survived and is full of endless strength.

“Report sir, I think I can hit 100 enemies.” Soldiers' voices are louder than armor muscles.

“Okay - adjust the angle of the fixed shooting bracket yourself. ”

Two minutes later, a crisp submachine gun went off.

The soldier who had been shot did not move his ribbon until five seconds later, when he reached out and touched the abdomen hit by the bullet.

“Soldier... soldier, tell me about your experience.” Karen's voice is trembling, and at this moment he finally understands why the country is willing to pay so many unequal conditions and gain the right to manufacture armor.

Because they won't be beaten backwards only if they live with the production rights of this armor.

“Reporting, sir, I feel like I got punched by a six-year-old.” Soldiers' voices are shaking as well.

“I demand a replacement for a more powerful gun! ”

“I'm going to pay all of my money for this test. ”