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Chapter 645: Logic (Part 2)

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    "What are you going to do?" Milan held the fat man's arm, and with his plump and upright breasts, he passed on the fat man's soft touch through a thin layer of shirt.

    Reaching out and slipping his hand into Milan's shirt, the fat man chuckled and said, "Of course it's the same as other [Rampage]."

    "Don't pretend to be [Warcraft] anymore?" Milan rolled the fat man's eyes, and twisted her body gently, the numbness on her nipples made her feel weak all over.

    "It used to be a small army. It doesn't matter if you mix a [Warcraft] with dozens of sixth-generation and seventh-generation mechas." The fat man slid his hand down, and patted Milan's round and smooth naked buttocks lightly, sending out a slap.  Crisply, "If you mix this one among a group of 12th-generation mechas, wouldn't you have three hundred taels of silver here, stupid woman."

    The maintenance platform moves to the circular maintenance station and stops.  The fat man let go of Milan, opened the railing, and walked down the steps to the bottom of the maintenance station.

    Gently stroked [Logic]'s cold skeleton with his hands.  The unique wood-like texture and the coldness of metal convey an extremely familiar feeling.

    Originally, I was just a mecha soldier, and it was with this mecha that I came all the way to where I am today.

    Rescue prisoners of war behind enemy lines, rescue Russell, capture James, fight against the Hunter Legion, fight against Reinhardt If it weren't for [logic], I was only moving at thirty or forty at that time  , I¡¯m afraid I¡¯ve died so many times.

    The fat man raised his head.

    On the maintenance stand, Milan, who was only wearing a shirt, followed the fat man's eyes and looked at his empty body. He blushed immediately, bit his lip and pressed the corner of the shirt with his slender hands.

    "Fatty, don't watch!"

    The somewhat embarrassing voice, just like three years ago, was as sweet as heaven.

    This is the treasure that I need to guard with ¡¾Logic¡¿.

    Connecting the computer data cable loaded with the biological two-state metal metal deformation program to the skeleton of [Logic], the fat man took a deep breath and snapped his fingers lightly.

    The wrist-supporting automatic maintenance arm split into thousands of square metal blocks, flipped over quickly, stretched out, and completely wrapped the entire palm of the forearm.  On the back of the hand, a spiraling metal disc whirled and cracked, and the metal balls inside changed into different shapes according to the dexterity of the fat man's fingers.

    A year ago, in the laboratory of Lelei First Military Academy, Fatty was carrying out the upgrading work of [logic], and exiled to the world of Mars, so that this work, which should have been completed long ago, has been delayed until now.

    However, it is precisely because of his accumulation in Mars that Fatty is more confident in upgrading [Logic].  There are far more technologies at hand than a year ago.

    The skeleton of a monster, rampant system structure, biological two-state metal metal material, Casper micro-warship version of the mech engine, magnetometer, battleship-level powerful electronic system designed by Milan, instant armor defense enhancement, and Feyon's latest mech  Computers, miniature armor, enhanced ion light knife, new energy shield ?

    All of this will give ¡¾Logic¡¿more powerful power.

    If it is said that the bandit army is a dragon-slaying sword, which can rule the world, then [logic] is the Yitian sword, a shocking blow!

    "Look who the hell dares to mess with me!"

    Fatty started to do it.  Everything has already been put into his mind.  From [Heng Dao] to [Ranger], from the ninth generation of [Heaven's Punishment] to the tenth generation of [God's Gift] to the twelfth generation of [Thunder], from the technology of Le Lei's military laboratory, to Casper's log, to Mal  Strange research by scientists in the free world of Sri Lanka

    Everything will be gathered into the most powerful mecha in history today!

    After inputting the engine drawing into the computer of the repair station, the whole repair station suddenly became very lively.  The metal forming machine roared, the data on the electronic display of the alloy fusion furnace soared all the way, and countless mechanical arms were flying back and forth on the workbench.

    Most of the parts, Fatty uses the biological two-state metal of logic itself to manufacture, and other parts that cannot be completed with laboratory equipment have long been sent to the laboratory in Milan through Fulongjian Company in the name of research.

    Milan, who changed his clothes, also went to work.  The two cooperated tacitly, as if returning to the moment when logic was born three years ago.

    The first thing to be completed is the core engine of the mecha.

    The [Logic] engine, of course, cannot be a simplified version of the [Rampant] engine used to deal with orders.

    The real battleship-level micro-engine technology has long been in Fatty's hands.  In the past six months, the Bandit Army Laboratory has made new achievements in the structural layout of the engine.Are you assembling your mech?  Boswell raised his head from the experimental computer console and asked in surprise, "How did it happen?"  "

    The fat man's mouth twitched twice, full of grievances.

    I don't know what happened to Milan, but just as I wanted to make out with her, I was beaten up.  Didn't it just stick it up and touch it twice?  I was quite gentle at the time, at most I had a ambiguous smile on my face, a little begging and shameless.

    Seeing that the fat man was speechless for a long time, Boswell waved his hand amusedly: "Except for Milan, there is probably no one who can beat you like this."

    Fatty laughed dryly, and changed the subject: "Teacher, have you completed the test experiment of the space jump technology?"

    Boswell leaned back on the chair for a long time, smiled slightly, stood up, and walked towards an automatic door in the laboratory: "Follow me."

    Seeing Boswell's brisk footsteps as if he was decades younger, the fat man's heartbeat suddenly accelerated

    There have been many things going on recently, and I have been forgetting to recommend the new work "Armed Storm" by the Skeleton Elf. In fact, there is no need to recommend it. It is ranked high on all major lists.  You may wish to take a look.  Very wonderful

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