Author: Youjiu L

After coming out of the principal's office, he did not go to Norton Hall immediately, but instead went to the equipment department.

Although there is a rock flow research institute, the equipment department must also make use of it.

No war group would complain that they have too many forging worlds. If they did, it would be because they were showing off their wealth.

The Space Marines are rigid and conservative mainly towards outsiders, but they are also relatively lively among themselves.

The more common ways of comparison include comparing records, comparing history, comparing whose champion is better, etc.

The wealthier warband will be larger than the fleet, the number of holy relics, the number of forge worlds that signed the contract, etc.

This kind of comparison basically doesn't hurt harmony, it just enlivens the atmosphere.

Before the Chapter's revival, the Crimson Star Chapter never participated in such activities.

After the revival, other war groups did not like to let them participate in such activities.

Because when they can't compete, they will invite Lu Mingfei to teach other young chapter leaders life experience.

Recalling his former battle group life, Lu Mingfei had a smile on his face.

I don't know if those guys can run the battle group well without me.

It took him hundreds of years to save up his family fortune, and he didn't want it to be completely destroyed as soon as he left.

When the Emperor comes next time, see if you can ask about the current situation of the Chapter, and then ask him to send a message.

I don’t know how much time has passed in the universe over there.

Lu Mingfei came underground while thinking.

This time there was no one standing guard at the elevator entrance, which surprised him. Could something have happened?

Thinking of this, he quickly walked into the gate of Watt Alheim.

As soon as he entered, he saw that people from the equipment department were surrounded by three layers inside and three outside, like the shield wall of ancient Rome.

"Come on, come on! Fuck him, bump him hard with your ass."

"Master Hong, attack his bottom lane."

The shouts came one after another, full of passion.

"Are you wrestling? Such a narrow space?"

Lu Mingfei was a little curious, then stretched out his hand to pull them apart.

How could this group of equipment guys resist his strength? He quickly found a way out.

The equipment guys who were stripped away turned around and were about to get angry. When they saw it was Lu Mingfei, they immediately put on friendly smiles.

"It turns out that Professor Lu is here. Come on, come on, make a good place for Professor Lu."

An equipment guy shouted.

"I'm just a student, not a professor."

he corrected.

"Look at what you said, for a scientist as talented as you to be a professor would be an underachievement. If you ask me, it's not too much for you to win the Nobel Prize."

The equipment man said flatteringly.

The other equipment guys who didn't get the right to talk first all glared at him, thinking to themselves that this guy was being too cowardly, and it was really a disgrace to the equipment department.

"What is your name? What is your main research direction?"

Lu Mingfei asked.

"My name is Salman Khandu, an Indian. My main research direction is the application of alchemical technology in the field of aerodynamics."

Researcher Salman said excitedly.

"It doesn't seem quite right."

He hesitated.

"I have dabbled in various aspects such as materials science, mechanics, and engineering, and obtained the corresponding doctorate."

Salman immediately added.

"Okay, I'll show you later. So what are you doing?"

Lu Mingfei asked.

"We're playing a very exciting game."

Another device said enthusiastically.

"Contest?"

He looked towards the middle of the crowd. In a large iron basin, two small things, one red and one black, were spinning rapidly, sometimes colliding with each other.

"Is this a top?"

It took Lu Mingfei a while to remember this 3K Earth toy.

"No, these are the holy beast Qinglong and the holy beast Suzaku."

An equipment man immediately corrected the problem.

Even Doraemon does not insult the sacred Beyblade.

Lu Mingfei left the crowd speechlessly. He really shouldn't have any expectations for this group of equipment guys.

Salman followed him in a hurry, and the two sat down on the sofa on one side.

"Where is your minister?"

Lu Mingfei asked.

"The minister stayed up all night yesterday to catch up on the new show and just fell asleep."

Salman replied.

"Then can you make the decision?"

he asked.

To some extent, this technology is more precious than the bolter.

"I'll take a look first. If it doesn't work, I'll wake up the minister."

Salman smiled brightly.

"OK."

Lu Mingfei put the laptop on the table and opened the file.

"This is."

After all, Salman didn't recognize what it was at first glance because he wasn't professional.

But after reading the structure and annotations, he quickly got an idea.

"This is an exoskeleton, right?"

"The effect is similar, but this is an electronic muscle suit."

Now that Salman had guessed it, Lu Mingfei did not hesitate to introduce it to him.

This cybernetic muscle suit is technology from the forge world of Messing One, where the Machine-Priests use it to enhance the physical strength of their servitors and Skitarii.

Compared with power armor, the defensive power of electronic muscle suits is almost non-existent, and the degree of enhancement of physical strength is also much smaller.

But the advantage is that electronic muscles are very convenient to wear, and there is no need to reserve interfaces such as black shells, and the manufacturing difficulty is much easier.

Even the ordinary industrial world can produce on a small scale.

Lu Mingfei exchanged a damaged STC template for this technology, which was used to strengthen the group's servants and mortal auxiliary troops. The condition was that it could only be used within the group and could not be spread out.

For a war group like the Crimson Star with a long history and good reputation, the conditions offered by some small forging worlds are quite favorable.

After wearing this kind of muscle-strengthening clothing, even a ratskin man from the bottom of the hive city can beat an ordinary Catachan adult male in a fist fight.

Coupled with the included muscle buffering, bone protection, nerve response acceleration and other functions, it can be called a mass-produced super soldier.

Lu Mingfei didn't know enough about hybrids and dragons at that time, so he didn't come up with such dangerous technology.

But now he already knows that the strongest part of the dragon clan is the spirit of speech, and the power of the pure body is not to be feared.

Even if the secret party lets all the hybrids under their control wear electronic muscle suits, it will only be a matter of killing a few more swords for Lu Mingfei.

Salman laughed happily after hearing this. Now he didn't have to worry about anyone taking business, because the equipment department had not studied this direction.

"I'll find a few people to study it together and give Professor Lu a reply within three days."

He definitely can't handle such a big project by himself, but he can find help from others.

Humph, those guys still hid their figurines from me, so now they have to hand them over for me to play with.

"Can."
To be continued...