Lin Fan looked at the huge mechas with shocked eyes and said solemnly: "The chip problem is easy to solve. The state funeral will be completed tomorrow and the cosmic kingdom will be officially moved!"

"Cosmic State's cutting-edge equipment, as well as top scientific research talents in the chip industry and finishing industry, will be arranged by Shang Weitian on the list of the first batch of evacuees, and they will be brought in as soon as possible."

"With their support, we can accelerate the development of 0.5-nanometer chips."

"Moreover, the resource problem will also be solved. This time when the Universe Country is moved, not a single bit of steel will be left on their land!"

Mr. Chen nodded and said complicatedly: "Yes. Indeed, the development of the chip industry in Universe Country is undeniably stronger than ours."

"By the time the chips are produced, the drivers we select will be almost fully trained."

Speaking of other countries' chip industries being stronger than his own, Mr. Chen sounded a little embarrassed.

Somewhat guilty.

Somewhat sad.

But there is also calmness.

True patriotism does not mean shouting that in everything, the motherland is the strongest and the motherland is number one in the universe.

All countries have weaknesses.

For example, the Universe State, with the original support of the Free State, has the world's top and highly profitable chip manufacturing and finishing industries, but its heavy industry, light industry, agricultural production, and military strength are not very good.

And Daxia, from its real rise to the present, has only adopted it for several decades!

Under the blockade of the great powers, it broke the technical bottleneck time and time again and stood alone!

The most important thing is that Daxia has no rush for development, and there is no abnormally distributed industrial structure like the Universe Kingdom and the Mao Xiong Kingdom.

The distribution of light and heavy industries in Daxia is like a stable high-rise building.

The most basic agriculture and light industry were first developed in an all-round way and laid a solid foundation, then heavy industry stood up like pillars, and then came the cutting-edge technology with the largest investment.

But also because of this, some of Daxia's cutting-edge technologies are not as good as those of countries like Universe Country, which have abnormally developed industrial distribution.

True patriotism is never about shouting that I am the best in the world, but facing up to one's own weaknesses and making up for one's shortcomings!

Mr. Chen suddenly smiled: "Haha, originally I was going to lead a team to tackle the problem... but I didn't expect that this time, Daxia, I, would suddenly own the world's top chip manufacturing and finishing industries in the Universe Country."

"Are there any unresolved problems yet?" Lin Fan continued to ask.

Mr. Chen smiled: "The resource and chip problems have been solved. There's nothing left..."

"Wait, there is another question." Gong Shuming suddenly interrupted.

Lin Fan was stunned: "What's the problem?"

"That's it...are you sure that such a spectacular mecha should be called Iron Warrior?"

Gongshu Ming pointed to the several impressive sample machines and said helplessly: "Who came up with this bad name!"

"I was the one who named it originally." Lin Fan smiled awkwardly: "Actually, the name doesn't matter. This kind of machine that was born for fighting still needs to be looked at..."

"No, this is the hard work of me and Mr. Chen, the hard work of countless soldiers and workers! This is equivalent to our child. If you call it such a shameful name, I will not agree!"

Gongshu Ming became more and more angry as he talked, pointing at the mechas: "Look, how majestic, domineering, and lethal they are!"

"You call such a intimidating person an Iron Warrior? For those who don't know, you might think we created a freedom fighter like Little John!"

"This is too tacky!"

Lin Fan was stunned for a moment: "Then what are you going to call him?"

Gongshu Ming said word by word: "God-killing mecha!"

God-killing mecha!

As the name suggests, a mecha built to kill gods!

awesomeness!

In contrast, Iron Warrior is a name that only a naming geek like Lin Fan can come up with...

"Okay!" Lin Fan nodded, "This name is indeed better than Iron Warrior!"

"In this way, it will be called the God-killing Mecha from now on!"

Gongshu Ming immediately grinned and said happily: "Haha, then I'll be fine!"

This Gongshu Ming is also a lunatic. His limbs were broken and he didn't even frown.

But if the god destroys the battle puppet he created, then he will have to risk his life!

If someone gives a bad name to the mecha I made, I will be anxious!

This is a lunatic who regards all the inanimate machines born with his own hands as his children!

In his eyes, the corpses of gods that had been transformed into puppets were even more beautiful than the living gods.

Lin Fan suddenly said: "But I have one more thing to ask of you this time."

"Huh?" Gong Shuming was stunned.

"My hand..."

Lin Fan lowered his head and looked at his dark right hand.

Hands of ghosts and gods.

"He's so disobedient."

"I originally thought I could get along with him for a short time, but it turns out this guy is a bit too much. I want him..."

Only for a moment.

"Whoosh!"

The dark flames instantly rose.

As if feeling the danger, the hand of ghosts and gods suddenly rose up and grabbed Lin Fan's throat, but Lin Fan, who was already on guard, sidestepped and dodged, and held the hand of ghosts and gods firmly with his left hand!

"Chop it?" Gongshu Ming looked at Lin Fan who was fighting with each other, "I'm not good at this, you have to find Mr. Zhang!"

"I want to chop it, why bother Mr. Zhang? Isn't my Shura Dao fast enough?"

"I have to keep him, I have to use it to fight the gods."

As soon as Lin Fan said these words, the ghost's hand seemed to relax and loosened slightly.

But Lin Fan gritted his teeth and said, "But we can't just keep it like this."

"See if you can get some kind of chain and lock it up! This guy is so disobedient!"

"Keep it locked when you don't need it in the future!"

The ghost's hand paused slightly.

Lock it up?

"Whoosh!"

The hand of the ghost and god grabbed Lin Fan again, and Lin Fan held it tightly under his body, fighting with each other from left to right!

"I almost understand what you mean." Gongshu Ming nodded and pondered for a while, "Then, in ancient times, our Momen used to have an eight-fold ring lock, which was originally used to fix the arms of the injured..."

When Lin Fan left, his dark right hand, which was always restless, had been quietly lowered.

Three huge heavy iron rings mixed with artifact fragments locked the shoulder, elbow, and wrist of Lin Fan's right arm respectively!

Like shackles!

The ten chains are stretched straight and connected to three iron rings in sequence, pulling the arms straight from every direction!

Finally, ten straight chains converged on five fingers, and there was a small iron ring on each finger. The ten chains were connected to the small chain, locking the forward and reverse directions of each finger!

At this moment, three large and five small ones, eight iron rings, and ten chains made it impossible for this arm to move anymore!

Even the fingers can't bend back and forth, the ten straight chains lock every joint including the fingers!

It is also very simple to untie it. Just open the first hoop, the chain will loosen, and the other hoops will fall to the ground.

I have to say that the wisdom of the ancients is indeed amazing.

"Crash."

The iron ring was heavy, and as Lin Fan walked, the chain shook and rattled.

Like a shackled beast.

No matter how hard the hands of ghosts and gods struggle, they cannot escape control!

In Lin Fan's heart, the evil voice was full of anger: "Boy, you..."

"I know, you want to devour me bit by bit and replace me." Lin Fan walked expressionlessly, "But don't worry, if you devour my right hand, I will lock up my right hand, and if you devour my left leg, I will lock up the left

leg."

"From now on, as long as we are in the land of Daxia, as long as there is no battle, I will not take off the shackles, and you will have no chance to kill."

Draw your own prison!

The ghosts and gods in the abyss roared angrily, but they were helpless. In the end, they just threatened in a cold voice: "Let me see how much you can lock up!"
To be continued...