It's hard for Li Yan to describe what he was thinking about when he used Magic Technology to process equipment.
The hands that have held weapons all year round picked up the pipe wrench, and they were also extremely stable. The pattern he engraved on each bullet casing with a cutting tool is as precise as a CNC machine tool. Most of the time, Li Yan's feeling of activating magic technology is the same as hot weapons, military skills, naval warfare, equestrianism and other specializations that are also exchanged for points. It is convenient and practical, but he can't explain the reason, everything is out of instinct.
Ancient martial arts are different. You ask Li Yan to talk about martial arts skills; , His eyes were also darkened.
Such a difference makes it difficult to have a chance to improve through the specialization of the Mathematics Society, and often 69% is a limit.
Practicing for a whole morning with the scrap metal of the Black Star chariot, Li Yan raised the level of magic technology to 59%, which is also the limit he can achieve at present. Ax] Modified to his own satisfaction, Li Yan is not fully sure.
However, it is basically impossible for it to be damaged, or the performance is not as good as before.
"Your special specialization: magic technology (59%) is in effect!"
Li Yan wiped off the metal flowers scattered on the car body, pulled the hood a few times with a towel, straightened the refurbished Dodge Tomahawk, looked around it a few times, and nodded with satisfaction.
The silver Dodge Tomahawk is now equipped with a pure black mechanical assembly, just like a few black cracks in the snow-capped mountains. The worn tires have been replaced with brand-new special plastics, and the dark patterns are incomparable. bright.
The most eye-catching metal EFI hanging on the back of the car, when it is started, the blue fire is shining brightly, but even if you put your fingers inside, you can't feel the slightest temperature.
? On the front of the heavy body, a full-featured tactical spider is installed on the left handle, which looks like a blade-like arm guard. The driver has to put his arm into the tactical spider to hold the handle of the Dodge Tomahawk.
? Originally, the front of the metal cube that crushed everything appeared, but because of the polishing and adjustment of the shell, it appeared a bit nimble and sturdy.
Dodge Tomahawk (modified!)
Category: driving equipment
Quality: Legendary!
The top speed is 1350 kilometers per hour, and it can accelerate to 150 kilometers per hour in 3 seconds.
Independent accessory: National Salvator full-featured tactical spider (legendary!) (Damage of this accessory will lead to a significant decline in the performance of the locomotive)
? Secondary reserve energy EFI
? High power storage drive system
Features: Like walking on flat ground (at least 30% of the road speed can be exerted on any complex terrain, such as desert, mud, grass, gravel road)
?Peak performance (energy consumption, smoothness, power drive and other performance further optimized)
?Memory architecture (body deformation and wear to a certain extent can be automatically restored)
All-round Tactics (Intelligent Tactical Spider is installed, the performance distribution is more optimized, and it has all the performance of a rare-quality full-featured tactical spider)
Li Yan boarded the car body, inserted his left hand into the modified armguard of the tactical spider, twisted the handle, the blue tail flame flickered, and two options were cut out on the projection screen of the tactical spider.
Runaway (the fuselage will emit severe noise, and the heat dissipation of the engine, piston and other components is slightly poor)
Fast running (does not make any noise, good heat dissipation)
I didn't see Li Yan making any moves. The "Speed" option moved by itself, the tail fire was brightly lit, and the Dodge Tomahawk turned into a stream of light, galloping away between the broken road and the sand!
The rear edge of the black star chariot base.
"Black Star welcomes reliable fighters, if you need anything, come to me at any time."
The quartermaster shook hands symbolically with the bandaged old man in front of him.
Old man Song lifted up the wild yak rs107 hanging on his shoulder, grabbed the pink potion on the table, and left quickly.
Along the way, Black Star's soldiers' discussions about the front line reached Song Zuo's ears like an uninterrupted thread.
"The remnants of the Great Devil Lake are very tenacious, and the living corpses and Ramjue's subordinates joined forces from the very beginning."
"Over the years, La Mujue has donated a lot of materials and built an ace team called the Four Heavenly Kings. They didn't meet on the battlefield at the time, and now they are huddled in the depths of the lake. This bone is not easy to chew."
"Commander Liang personally made the town, they won't be able to resist for long"
"Colonel Joe's troops suffered heavy losses, and he himself was wounded. ProbablyIn the past two days, we have to retreat from the line of fire. "
Song Zuo walked forward dumbly, seemingly indifferent to the matter of the Great Devil Lake.
Suddenly, he stopped, and under the fierce and vicious eyes of Wu Ri, a hanging wooden sign was shaking in the wind and sand.
"Contributions"
The glass next to it is covered with black and white photos, in which black and small children stare blankly at the direction of the camera, and some of them have bullet belts wrapped around their waists.
Song Zuo stood there for a while, then walked over unknowingly, he looked awkwardly at the bright glass of the window, after a while, a girl wearing a boat-shaped hat raised her head, she stretched out her hand to block the ultraviolet rays, and said: "Hello. How can I help you."
Old man Song pointed to the wooden sign and asked, "This is it?"
"The three major powers now recognize that District B is already the comprehensive domain of the Black Star Chariot, rather than the past three-way zone. The committee has decided to fund the establishment of a shelter for refugees and orphans, and provide funds to companies, organizations and individuals belonging to District B. Fundraising, if you are willing to donate, sir, you can write your name on the wooden sign."
"I have no money."
Song Zuo subconsciously replied.
The girl shrugged her shoulders. In fact, the fundraising sign had been hanging out for a few days, and no one came to solicit donations. Even the girl herself felt that those leaders who stayed in the high-rise buildings in the safe zone all the year round were burned by ultraviolet rays. Brainstorming, fundraising, what a ridiculous word this is in Winter?
Patta.
A metal coin fell on the table. Judging from the pattern on it, it was the currency issued by Wren Brothers. It still has some purchasing power in the cold winter. If it is just one coin, it may only be enough to exchange for a few bullets.
"First so much, I'll earn it later."
The girl's smile was somewhat embarrassing, but the old man in front of her had the evil aura of returning from hunting, coupled with the professional qualities cultivated by the Black Star Chariot, she still smiled and put away the coins, and took out a shallow paper from the drawer. A yellow post-it note came out: "Sir, you can write down your wishes and suggestions for District B. The opinions of these fundraisers on the future development of District B will be reviewed by General Liang Zhengyong, the commander-in-chief of the Sixth Army."
Song Zuo blinked. He had never seen such battles and tricks. After all, the Black Star Chariot is the three major powers that rule Rinwinter. Their policy is far from Kuang Dolma and Wren Brothers. It can be compared to a military organization that entrusts tasks and occasionally causes gangster scandals.
In just a few lines, old man Song held back for more than 20 minutes, stammered and changed three or four sheets of paper to the girl, and finally left a Tibetan name on the sign with an oil-based pen.
Song Zuo stood staring at the name for a while, expressionlessly took out the pink potion that he had bought with all his belongings, unscrewed the bottle like unscrewing a bottle of strong Erguotou, and drank it all in one gulp, completely ignoring it. The way of using it will lose about 15% of the efficacy of the medicine. Instead, he breathed a sigh of relief, turned and left with the rough sniper rifle on his back.
The Tibetan characters on the sign swayed in the wind, and ink droplets flowed down on the lonely names. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com