Can Jian Shuier be delicate in front of her relatives, she can be youthful, cute and charming. Naughty and moving to the point of being natural, so that countless people of the opposite sex are fascinated, willing to wander away for her, this natural ability probably has some indescribable mysterious feeling.

It's who she is, but it's not all of her. On the other hand, she was not willing to use the wisdom and skills she had acquired in the First House and her home in Philadelphia to figure out the sinister complexities of the world, but now her doubts lingered, like a cloud haze that was forever shrouded in the night sky, blocking the thousands of stars sprinkled in the universe, making it difficult for her to keep her heart in a pure and translucent ideal state.

At this moment, she needed to discuss the heavy and deep doubts in her heart with someone close and trusted, and on this planet, there was no doubt that there was only that small-eyed man.

After a complicated permission check, she was taken by a female officer to a large warehouse deep in the underground base of the airport, and the national girl looked at the scene in front of her and covered her slightly open mouth in surprise.

The underground warehouse is very large and empty, a huge Federation black armor is hung on a semi-suspended platform, and the severely damaged left mecha shell has been disassembled, revealing the complex mechanical structure inside, which looks like a human skeleton specimen in a medical school, only with a faint metallic luster, and because it is too huge, there is a strong sense of oppression for the people in the warehouse.

In the left front of the black MX, a simple automatic assembly line suspended at a height of five meters is carrying many parts in the ground.

At the bottom of the assembly line, there are six officers who are recording something with solemn and serious expressions, the electronic machine repair record book in their hands, constantly flashing rapidly, recording every movement seen by the naked eye in detail, and the dark blue block on the left shoulder indicates that they are federal machine repair non-commissioned officers.

An officer wiped the sweat from his forehead, looked at the guy on the black mecha who was silently climbing and jumping like an ape, and said in shock: "I always thought that my mechanic level was already good, and it was already good."

Xu Le stood on a tall mecha.

After a night of war and thousands of miles of travel, even the Federation Substitute Armor, under the desperate and fragile pursuit of the Imperial Moon Wolf Mecha Brigade, still ended up with a lot of holes on one side and some systems were fragile. Xu Le thinks that the Ministry of Defense will give it to itself next

It was a new difficult task, so after a light sleep of two hours, I went to the warehouse, trying to fix this black MX in the shortest possible time.

Pulling a long data cable, he squinted his eyes and stood under the black mecha, his fingers lightly touched the controller on the terminal, and unloaded the outer sixteen armor of the armor, not paying much attention to the gaze of the six mechanic non-commissioned officers behind him, in fact, anyone who can enter this warehouse is naturally qualified to approach MX.

Xu Le climbed to the platform under the left shoulder of the mecha, reached out and took out two data cables, broke them hard, and then connected to the workbench, accompanied by the sound of the motor, the pale silver automatic repair arm rose out of the mecha.

Shang Qiu has made a lot of modifications to this black MX, and all the remote fire systems that Xu Le doesn't need in her opinion have been deleted, but only the self-loaded automatic repair arm of the mecha has been forcibly retained, because she knows that for a genius mechanic like Xu Le, the standardized automatic repair arm is more important than anything else.

The mechanical repair arm with a light alloy structure was lifted away by the crane on the top of the warehouse, Xu Le rubbed his hair, squinted his eyes and snorted, grabbed the hand buckle of the repair arm with both hands, and pressed the button.

Bright sparks erupted from the top of the robotic arm, and the parts that had been prepared were surprisingly placed inside the broken mech, and then quickly welded together.

This sentence is an advertisement, and it is really lonelier than fireworks. ”

Xu Le was wearing a dark green vest at this time, and his muscles, which were usually inconspicuous, became well-defined because he had to operate an extraordinarily heavy mechanical arm, and he was full of a sense of undeveloped power.

Wearing sunglasses, he worked quickly and accurately on the repairs as he asked the six mechanics below for parts.

"Standard ** shock absorbers. ”

"No. 3 ball joint transfer rod. ”

"No, the M52's disjointed transfer rod...... Please polish it to a three-CM diameter. ”

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He stood tall on a mech, holding a mechanical repair arm, spitting sparks, like one of the Federation's most valiant warriors wielding a Darling spinning machine gun, firing incessantly.

Every operation he did, every part he requested, would have made the hearts of the six Federal Mechanics below tremble, because they had never seen anyone perform a mechanic of this pattern.

Every micro-operation done by the young officer on the black mecha was so delicate and proper, no one could have imagined that a person carrying a heavy repair arm could quickly do so much repair work, and none of the movements were superfluous!

What made these mechanic non-commissioned officers even more panic and worship was that at the beginning, they didn't understand what Xu Le's intention was at all for these repair actions, and it wasn't until half a minute later, when the prototype gradually gathered up, that they roughly understood these subtle repair ideas......

They had to admit that Xu Le, who was repairing the black MX, had already surpassed them in terms of mechanic level, no, it was too much beyond the level of the vast majority of mechanics in the federal military, and the myth of repairing a mecha by one person, which was usually unimaginable, seemed to be slowly becoming a reality at this moment.

So the mechanic sergeant was shocked with his wit

Repeating a certain emotion over and over again, the mechanic non-commissioned officer next to him also silently agreed. Read it, as far as you can

One person stared at him, pursed his lips, looked at Xu Le, who was taking out a knife and cutting a closed line, and said in shock: "Can this kind of parallel string line be replaced by three overlapping lines? ”

"We don't understand, it doesn't mean it's not feasible, don't forget, he designed it,"

The sound of discussion in the audience was very small, but Xu Le, who was climbing up and down on the black mecha, heard it clearly, and looked back and said: "There is no material now, and this is the only way." Do you have any cured gears here?"

"Yes! I'll look for it right away!" the officer exclaimed.

The mechanic non-commissioned officers in the underground warehouse, looking at Xu Le's supernatural mechanic operation, had already looked stupid, and they didn't notice the arrival of the water outside the door at all, if it was usual, these soldiers saw the girl with the name of the country suddenly appear beside them, and they were afraid that they would faint excitedly, but at this time

At this moment, they had already been engrossed in the machine repair operation shown by Xu Le, and they had forgotten about everything outside their bodies.

Jian Shui'er was wearing a military uniform, clasping her hands in front of her chest, leaning against the door, watching the scene in front of her with great interest.

She had already remembered that Xu Le was originally a very talented mechanic, and the previous shock gradually faded, but at this moment, looking at the fanatical admiration of those mechanics, for some reason, there was a faint sense of pride in her heart.

Yesterday, he fled thousands of miles and returned to the mountains for a surprise attack, Xu Le left an extremely deep impression on this national girl, but it was very wonderful, but at this moment Xu Le was wearing a tight-fitting military vest, sweating profusely, and holding a repair arm like a big gun, which really made her feel some inexplicable emotions in her heart.

"I'm in good shape. Jian Shui'er looked at Xu Le's not strong but angular muscle lines that were busy on the mecha, and subconsciously thought of it, and immediately his cheeks were slightly red, and he shrugged his shoulders in self-relief.

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The damage to the black MX is not too serious, but because most of the special parts in the Luoqiu Airport are missing, Xu Le can only use some general components as a replacement, which will certainly reduce the MX's combat effectiveness a lot, but he can use those unbelievable ideas to make this black MX stand up and run again, which is already very incredible.

After a stage of restoration work was completed, the six mechanic officers left the warehouse, Xu Le wiped the sweat from his forehead, sighed softly, and climbed down the tall mecha.

He is very different from ordinary military mechanics, not because he knows this armor too well, but also because of the repair concept that Uncle Feng Yu taught him back then - whether it is a battleship or a mecha, it is actually just a tool used by humans, and it is no different from household appliances.

Inheriting this concept, Xu Le didn't have any timidity at all when repairing the mecha, and he dared to fill in any kind of messy alternative equipment, whether it was self-cleaning equipment or civilian electrical equipment, anyway, he only asked this mecha to be able to move......

I have to say that it is this difference in concept, the recognition of gold as, that allows Xu Le to fool around unscrupulously, so that the mechanic next to him is stunned, and the five bodies of worship are thrown to the ground.

Climbing off the mecha, his face was covered with black engine oil, and there were heavy tools hanging on the back of his buttocks like a teenager was used to, clanging and messing, quite embarrassed, and at this moment, when he turned around, he saw the purple hair.

Jian Shui'er looked at him with a smile, and in the empty warehouse, it seemed that the crisp sound of some metal colliding could still be heard, like wind chimes.

"You said that your father liked to carry a lot of tools with him back then, is it like you are now?"

"Almost. ”

Xu Le said with a smile, subconsciously scratching his head, and all the black high-density mecha (oil) on his hand were mixed on his face, painting his face black.

Jian Shui'er covered her mouth and smiled, and after a while, she regained her composure and asked seriously, "The Ministry of Defense has a new mission for you?"

"Not yet. Xu Le opened the workbench, began to organize the tools, and said in a deep voice: "But I think I will definitely not let me send you back to the Capital Star Circle, no matter what task the Ministry of Defense gives me, I have to repair my MX first, leaving this mecha, there is not much I can do." ”

Jian Shui'er was silent for a moment, and understood what Xu Le meant, whether it was a special mecha battalion or an ordinary field unit, whether it was the Federation or the Empire, all pilots would have their own exclusive mechas, just like those warriors who rode horses on the battlefield in ancient mythology.

"This is your mech, and it is estimated that it will be painted with many stars in a few days. She laughed and said, "Did you give it a name?"

This is a tradition in the Federation military, and every time a MechWarrior kills an Imperial Mech, he is eligible to spray a golden star on his Mech's left leg. Since last night, Jian Shui'er knows very well that Xu Le is qualified to spray at least six gold stars.

Xu Le thought seriously for a long time, raised his head and smiled, the white teeth on his black face were distinct: "I'm going to call it Little Black Flower." ”

"What a guy who doesn't know how to take a name. Jian Shui'er thought silently.

(I've never had a name, my tonsils are like a quail egg, I'll see you tomorrow, I won't take leave tomorrow)