The senior engineer was driving wildly, passing by a gasoline station and filling up the energy extraction liquid.
The gasoline station can not only refuel, but also provide prosthetic limb modification, advanced batteries, weapon purchase, vehicle repair, and primary processing of energy ore.
There are two types of gasoline stations, one is directly operated by the factory, and the other is independently franchised. The conditions for joining are to have a mine in the iron sand desert and sign a sales contract with the factory. Simply put, you have a mine at home.
"Your car has been filled, welcome to visit next time."
A robot spoke to Gao Gong in a warm and brilliant voice.
Following the rearview mirror, the senior engineer stared at the 'Titan-3' convoy entering the gas station from behind.
The Titan-3 is a giant armored vehicle with three rows of 280mm multiple rocket launchers on the back seat, four single-barreled hunting cannons in the southeast and northwest, and two rows of vehicle-mounted machine guns in the front and rear. With such huge firepower, it is simply a super weapon.
"Buy the energy panel?" The senior engineer handed over the 'meal card' and asked casually.
An armored combat vehicle of this tonnage cannot be towed by an ordinary engine, so it should be equipped with energy panels.
An energy board the size of a keyboard is equivalent to a tank of energy extraction liquid, and the energy consumption is only one-tenth of ordinary extraction liquid.
"Yes, sir, this is someone who just came from the front line."
The robot swipes the 'meal card' on the groove of its arm, and the amount is automatically deducted.
"Frontline, is the fighting starting so soon? It looks like the situation is not going well."
The senior engineer squinted his eyes, and he could clearly see that there were a lot of bite marks on the armor surfaces of these six 'Titan-3's, and some of the steel plates were even torn apart.
Seemingly noticing Gao Gong's gaze, the prosthetic modifier in the car gave Gao Gong a middle finger.
"Oh, you can't deal with the radioactive beasts, but it's quite powerful to despise your colleagues. People like the security team are becoming more and more promising."
The security regiment is a force directly under the factory. In the past, it was responsible for escorting convoys, transporting mineral resources in the desert, and providing mission rewards and prosthetic modifications to bounty hunters. However, as the factory established a foothold locally, it gradually transformed into an armed group.
Several large-scale animal hunting operations in recent years have been led by security groups, with mechanical hunters responsible for transporting prey and protecting convoys.
Things have turned around.
'But it's not a bad thing for me.'
Once the security team fails, the factory will inevitably recruit a large number of mechanical hunters again to carry out hunting operations as it did in the past.
All kinds of prosthetic equipment needed for your own transformation are now available.
Gao Gong gave the middle finger backhand, stepped on the accelerator, and drove away.
After driving the car back to the secret stronghold, Gao Gong went out first and threw today's harvest to Laoyou Gun Shop, but he didn't see Aunt Xiang, only Pang Xiang was guarding the shop.
Throwing a nutritious ointment to Pang Xiang, he hurried back to his base.
I have worked hard to save the experience points for a whole week, and I am about to spend some of them.
[You invest 2000 experience points, and the prosthetic doctor will be upgraded to lv2, intelligence 1, and surgery success rate 3%]
[You invest 4000 experience points, the prosthetic doctor will be upgraded to lv3, and the surgery success rate is 3%]
[You invest 6000 experience points, the prosthetic doctor is upgraded to lv4, the operation success rate is 2%, and the additional status is: calm]
Calmness: When performing prosthetic reconstruction surgery, you can complete difficult surgical techniques with a stable mind, and there is a certain chance of improving the performance of the prosthetic body.
[You will upgrade [Electronic Neurology] to lv3]
[You will raise [Human Biology] to Lv2]
[You will raise [Human Body Application Mechanics] to lv2]
[You will upgrade [Industrial Materials Science] to lv2]
The senior engineer let out a breath and felt his back was wet with sweat.
Since becoming an NPC, upgrading is not just about upgrading, but about transforming experience into knowledge, pictures, and theories, and pouring them directly into the brain.
The brain's information processing capacity is limited, so much information poured in at once, almost choking him to death.
"Looks like I won't be able to sleep tonight."
After rubbing his temples that were bulging due to cerebral congestion, the senior engineer opened the synthetic panel again.
Classical mechanical hunters have extremely high requirements for melee combat, and coincidentally, he remembered several melee-style human body modification drawings that players called "little god outfits".
lv3 [Electronic Neurology] lv2 [Human Biology]
[The fusion is successful, you have developed the secondary nerve blueprint [Feeling Nerve Current Booster]]
lv2 [Human Body Application Mechanics] lv2 [Industrial Materials Science]
[The fusion is successful, you have developed the secondary mechanical blueprint [electromagnetic exciter]]
[The fusion is successful, you have developed the third-level skin blueprint [Desert Skin]]
Looking at the empty experience tank, the senior engineer showed a wry smile. Sure enough, no matter how much you earn experience points, you won't be able to spend enough.
I didn't feel this way in my last life. Well, in my last life, there were a lot of rich men and women who gave me money. He didn't spend much experience on anything that could be solved with money.
This made Gao Gong miss those group of sand sculpture players. Now that they are online, his NPC identity will be useful.
The biggest difference between player templates and NPC templates is that NPCs can open camps.
However, even if you are a sand sculpture player, you will not lick every passerby. Before that, you still need to build up your reputation.
Since I couldn't sleep anyway, I just found a high place to lie down and watch the stars. The atmosphere of this planet was full of nuclear dust. Not to mention the stars, I couldn't even see the moon. I could only rely on my memory, one by one.
.
'There is Arcturus, a desert planet.'
'This is Sirius, a late star, but it's still billions of years away from collapse.'
‘This is a diffuse nebula. If a spacecraft from a civilization below level five flies in, there is a risk of disappearing. Above level five? Civilizations above level five cannot fly spaceships.’
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! 'By the way, there seems to be a meteorite belt on the periphery of the extraterrestrial colony. It seems to be rich in mineral deposits. It's a pity that I left in a hurry and didn't have time to collect it. Weird
pity.'
The senior engineer counted the stars in his memory one by one. He stayed up until the latter half of the night, and his swollen nerves finally eased for a minute or two, and he fell into a drowsy sleep. When he woke up again, it was already eight o'clock in the morning.
The iron sand desert is groggy and scorching all year round, and some electronic products will malfunction inexplicably if left for a long time. However, the residents here have naturally mastered the ability to determine the biological clock.
He took out a bucket of pure water from the metal shed and washed it briefly - the water in the desert is slightly corrosive and cannot be used.
'If a war really breaks out on the front line, it means that the factory is likely to reopen the munitions warehouse. Then at least three of the four drawings I drew can be produced.'
The senior engineer perked up, immediately jumped on the off-road vehicle, stepped on the accelerator, and drove towards a military supplies warehouse in the northwest corner of the automobile city.
Rose Gasoline Bar, in a private room
Black Rose has a pair of long black stocking legs, holding a 'Night Scent' brand special synthetic cigarette on her slender fingers. This kind of cigarette can directly regulate the secretion of dopamine and create a taste that is most suitable for customers. The price
One hundred mechanical coins, one piece.
Thick smoke blew out from her big red lips, indescribably lazy.
Sitting opposite her was an old-fashioned purebred robot wearing a clown suit.
There are two types of pure-bred robots. The first type is the high-tech robot. The main body is human, but through step-by-step human body transformation, the human body transformation rate is finally increased to 100%, and the human body is transformed into a mechanical life.
The second type is that its body is a humanoid machine. After modification in the laboratory, an AI is debugged on the machine body. This is an old-fashioned robot.
In fact, even in the city that never sleeps, there are not many old-fashioned robots of this type anymore. There are more androids in the city that are directly injected with AI templates.
Only in some old places with strong confidentiality, such as factories and corps, do such old-fashioned robots still exist.
"This batch of goods will still be shipped to the same place. You can send someone to pick it up, but this time, I want to mention 10 points."
Littlefinger frowned and said: "There are so many links up and down that need to be taken care of, how can there be any room for addition."
"The old men are very strict with their investigation. What can I do?"
Black Rose's beautiful palm pressed down, signaling her little finger to be quiet, and then said: "Okay, but give me an additional 30% for the next batch of goods."
The old-fashioned robot was silent for a moment, as if it was using big data to calculate the success rate of smuggling. After a moment, it said: "Okay."
After the negotiation ended, the atmosphere immediately relaxed. Littlefinger smiled and brought four glasses of wine.
"Come on, come on, I specially mixed this for you, gasoline-flavored beer, and beer-flavored gasoline. Give it a try and see the difference."
The old-fashioned robot didn't talk nonsense and drank two glasses of gasoline wine in one go.
"I have something else to do, so I'll leave first."
"Don't you need me to find a girl to accompany you?"
"Uh--" Little Finger's face froze, and he thought to himself, Sister Rose, this is a bit outrageous, pimping a robot, you can't think of it.
Unexpectedly, when the old-fashioned robot heard this, he slowly turned his head and said, "Are you talking about the physiological state called 'pleasure' produced by human beings through the operation of their reproductive organs, stimulating the nervous system and secreting hormones?"
"Although I am very busy, I can spare an hour."
"Take someone with you, remember to ask for the best bionic girl," Black Rose said with a calm expression.
Littlefinger stood up with a tangled expression, hesitated for a moment, and couldn't help but said: "Can you do this in one hour?"
"Well, I have the latest model of reproductive organs installed."
"What special needs do you have?"
"Special needs, please wait a moment, I will search in the database."
After a while, Littlefinger came back and complained: "Don't do such dangerous smuggling next time. Wouldn't it be nice for us to get some military supplies and sell them to the poor people in the desert? Why bother to participate in the business of those crazy people?"
It’s in the middle.”
"Because they gave enough," Black Rose stood up and walked out, followed closely by Littlefinger, chattering.
"But who would have thought that robots can also be corrupt? I always thought that Lao Hong was a normal person."
"kindness."
"Where are we going now?"
"Go back to the garage."
"Garage! Are you going to take me racing? Are we going on a date? Can I hold your waist?" Littlefinger became energetic and asked three questions in succession.
Black Rose glanced sideways at him, "Did you forget something?"
"One thing, what?" The little finger couldn't touch his hair.
"You haven't gotten your operating table back yet."