The Three Caves of the Cunning Rabbit is a compulsory subject for every mechanical hunter.
In addition to having his own residence in Gasoline Town, Gao Gong also has his own secret base.
It was a metal scrap recycling station on the outskirts of the city, and few people know about this place now.
At the edge of the recycling bin, in a shed built with steel bars, a senior engineer was playing with the operating table he had 'borrowed'.
Compared with the operating table of a general surgery, the operating table of a prosthetist is rougher. The four mechanical surgical arms are covered with saws, pliers, electric drills, and angle grinders, and are stained with blood.
Most of the surgeries performed by prosthetic surgeons are related to prosthetic modification, so it can also be used as a high-precision lathe.
‘Zi’ ‘Zi’ ‘Zi’
Amidst the sparks, a senior engineer wearing goggles used one hand to operate four robotic arms on the console to perform brainwashing surgery; the other hand held a welding gun and welded something on the back of the artificial soldier's head.
‘Memory database data deletion, 56%…79%…100%’
‘Brainwashing completed’
‘Quadruped robot template injection’
‘Please choose the appropriate template among the following three four-legged creatures: Tibetan Mastiff, Teddy, and Husky’
"Tay, no, husky."
With the driving templates of the neck, hands and feet adjusted, the senior engineer attached the connecting electrode pads to the temples, with a fingertip-sized control chip embedded in the center of the electrode pads.
"Shake your head."
The artificial soldier's head slowly turned, left, then right, faster and faster under the influence of the servo motor, as if it had been drugged.
It is indeed a Husky template.
"Stop, stop, stop, adjust yourself first."
The metal head seemed to understand this sentence, and began to adjust its angle and posture. The four-legged simulation became more and more realistic, and it looked like a real dog.
[First production of quadruped robot completed, experience 200]
Name: human-headed dog
Category: Quadruped Robot
Quality: whiteboard
Weight:18kg
Speed:23km/h
Control system: Low-level military chip (soldier version)
Energy: Energy Mineral Digester (Black Market Model)
Attack module: none
Bonus Module: Creature Mode
Note: Apart from the head, this thing has no technical content.
The senior engineer didn't take it seriously and patted the 'dog's head'. As expected, the artificial dog's head was obedient. He jumped off the operating table and started acting like a dog.
Immediately, four "huskies" were swaying around the recycling bin, jumping up and down, as if they were demolishing a house.
But the combination of a human head and a dog body creates a natural uncanny valley effect.
The electronic brain is a CPU, the operating table provides brainwashing and program implantation, the battery is a miner version found at the flea market, and the remaining parts are metal scraps from the recycling bin.
But even so, it is rare to see a robot that can understand human speech and is not a machine with mental retardation.
Only troops directly under the factory are eligible to equip mechanical hunting dogs.
Soon, the robot ant was also built. Compared with ants, it was more like the four-wheel drive vehicle he played with when he was a child.
[The first production of robot ants is completed, experience 50]
Name: Robot Ant
Category: Sensing Robot
Quality: whiteboard
Weapon system: low-level detonator
Note: A multi-degree-of-freedom robot driven by a set of servos that imitates the shape and movements of ants.
After all, it is just a first-level mechanical blueprint. If the heads of those artificial soldiers had not added a certain amount of intelligence, it would be at the level of artificial retardation.
The electronic chips, photodiodes, and ultra-small motors used by the robot ants were all bought from flea markets.
These materials are all "urban garbage", which were scavenged by some indigenous people. They are very cheap. The skilled craftsmen made thirty mechanical ants.
"We are almost ready," the senior engineer said to himself, "there is only one last thing left."
The flea market is located on the north side of the Motor City and is on the outskirts. At the easternmost corner of the flea market, there is an Old Friends Gun Shop.
Different from ordinary gun stores, in addition to selling homemade firearms, this store also sells melee weapons, hammers, shovels, swords, and electromagnetic steel claws.
Pushing open the shabby door curtain, a hoarse voice sounded.
"Beautiful young man, what you want this time is not easy to get."
Behind the counter, a hunchbacked old woman turned around and smiled like a chrysanthemum: "Fortunately, Aunt Xiang, I have some tricks, otherwise I really wouldn't be able to do it."
The senior engineer sat down on the chair politely, "Aunt Xiang, where are the things?"
"It's easy to say, easy to say, you idiot! Why don't you bring the things?"
Soon, the back door opened, and a giant man at least two meters tall walked out holding a box in his hand.
"Idiot, be careful!" Aunt Xiang kicked the opponent on the butt. The strong man just laughed innocently, scratched his head and said, "Mom, do you have anything to eat?"
"Eat, eat, eat, you know how to eat every day, our store is almost destroyed by you!"
The senior engineer smiled and threw a stick of nutritional ointment over, "Pang Xiang, with your figure, it would be a pity not to be a mechanical hunter."
Pang Xiang's eyes lit up, and he quickly took it, not even sparing the skin, and stuffed it directly into his mouth, saying vaguely: "My mother won't let me, I will listen to my mother's words."
Fat Xiang is the son of Aunt Xiang, and the mother and son depend on each other for life. Fat Xiang was originally an abandoned infant born in the desert. It is said that he was extremely obese when he was born and was almost cooked. Fortunately, Aunt Xiang who was passing by bought him.
In addition to being huge in size and possessing strange strength, this person was also slightly mentally retarded. When the original owner came to buy things, he often tricked him into becoming cannon fodder for him.
"Come on, guest, let's try your custom-made knife."
Aunt Xiang quickly interrupted the conversation between the two and kicked Fat Xiang into the back door. Gao Gong didn't take it seriously and opened the knife box, and a long red knife appeared in the box.
The overall shape of the knife looks particularly heavy. The handle is longer than ordinary Japanese knives, more like a Miao knife. The end of the handle is threaded for easy holding. The same is true for the tip of the knife, which is deliberately serrated.
It's a full-blown murder weapon.
"According to your request, the blade is made of tungsten iron that can cut alloy steel. The blade and handle are also reinforced. The old lady also gave you a layer of wax for free. How do you like it?"
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! The senior engineer smiled and measured it with his hand. He weighed just over ten pounds, as if he was carrying a chainsaw.
With a gentle wave, a small corner of the weapon table was cut off, as easily as cutting a cucumber with a kitchen knife.
Aunt Xiang narrowed her eyes. In her impression, only the oldest group of mechanical hunters would choose cold weapons. Today's mechanical hunters are getting stronger and stronger, and their equipment is getting more and more advanced, but their harvests are getting less and less.
, she has not heard news about beasts above level B being hunted for a long time.
Note: This is indeed a murderous weapon, but are you sure you want to use it against mechanical biochemical beasts?
"Thank you for your patronage, a total of 831 mechanical coins. You can pay in cash or by credit card."
The senior engineer was startled: "Aunt Xiang, an assault rifle costs less than 800. If you ask me for 800 for a cold weapon, are you cheating on regular customers too!?"
Aunt Xiang rolled her eyes and said: "There are cheap ones, spears made of steel bars, specially used by scavengers. Would you like 10 coins?"
"This is too expensive for you."
"Nonsense, if it weren't for the 200 deposit, I wouldn't even be able to work. Who would use their hands to refrigerate weapons these days? Some of those fools back then had good results."
"How about 300?"
"Nonsense! Let me ask you again, who in the entire Auto City still has the skills to forge knives? That means Aunt Xiang, my hands are not raw yet. In a few years, I won't be able to do it even if you want."
"But think about it, Aunt Xiang, if I kill a highly dangerous radioactive beast with this knife, wouldn't it be like giving you publicity in disguise? It might even trigger a cold weapon hunting craze."
"Hehe, hehe, let's wait until you survive."
The two had a heated exchange of words and swords. In the end, the senior engineer bargained down to 600 and could no longer cut the price. According to Aunt Xiang, the time I spent on this sword was less than 600.
, it is better to use it to kill chickens.
“Swipe your card!”
The senior engineer reluctantly took out a card. The card looked like a meal card from the canteen, but it was indeed a meal card from the factory. In the iron sand desert, the factory's economic system had already sunk into all aspects.
At this moment, even the original owner's savings have been used up. If there is no more harvest, he will really have no choice but to eat dirt.
Unless you sell your body to a rich woman in exchange for cheap living expenses.
Aunt Xiang snatched it over and skillfully dug out an old POS machine. The chrysanthemums on her smiling face bloomed again.
"Okay, swipe the card. Those old-timers don't have this treasure. Your little lover must have given it to you."
The senior engineer raised his eyebrows but didn't say anything. Aunt Xiang didn't take it seriously and continued: "Those old bastards are very treacherous. I have to be careful every time I count money. Nowadays, people are no better than
In the past, people’s hearts have become bad.”
The senior engineer came to this iron-sand desert to pan for gold when he was fifteen years old, and he became an old acquaintance with this man. He put the red unicorn into the knife box, thought for a while, and spoke again.
"Aunt Xiang, you are planning to let Xiangzi inherit your store, but with his brain, are you sure he can keep it after you die?"
Aunt Xiang's triangular eyes narrowed, and she suddenly started to curse: "Why do I want you to take care of this, you bastard? Get out, fuck your mother, and you want my son to be cannon fodder! Your dog's heart and lungs are rotten! Get out of here, get out of here!"
"
The senior engineer shrugged, picked up the knife box on his back, walked to the door, turned his head again, and said meaningfully: "Aunt Xiang, times will not stand still."
"Go, go, go," Aunt Xiang grabbed something and threw it, "You trash, why don't you get out of here with my trash."
The senior engineer grabbed the black shadow, looked down and saw it was a bottle of knife oil.
After the senior engineer left, Aunt Xiang was breathing heavily and didn't know what to think.
"Mom, I think what Brother Gao said makes sense. I will definitely be deceived after you leave." An aggrieved voice came from behind the door.
"Shut up!" Aunt Xiang shouted fiercely, looking like a tigress protecting her cub.