In Roma's eyes, the showdown between Mo Wenchuan and Zong Ya was like dog eating dog.
He wasn't interested at all.
Zong Ya is a mean-mouthed pretender, and Mo Wenchuan is not a good guy either. He looks humble and polite, but he is actually a green tea man. Especially thinking about this green tea man with a full beard and rough appearance makes Rom want to vomit.
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Besides, everyone's status is different now.
Zong Ya is still a prisoner, oh, barely half an employee? Mo Wenchuan, a temporary worker who pays out of his own pocket?
He Rom is the second shareholder of the farm, the boss, and a professional disassembly expert! He is considered an engineer!
Disassembly expert, he liked this title, it sounded professional enough! Although Jasmine usually showed her lack of respect as the second boss in order to hug Longcheng's thigh tightly, her words that day still fully exposed her true inner thoughts!
When employees fight, the boss watches the fun, which is beneath his dignity!
Comrade Xiaolong did this very poorly.
Rom shook his head deeply and lamented that the young man lacked management experience, did not know how to keep a distance from his subordinates, and maintained the boss's sense of mystery. He also needed good training.
He returned to his abandoned light armor acquisition station and turned on the searchlight. Under the bright light, racks of rusty abandoned light armor stood majestically, as if they were waiting for his favored harem concubine. Why did he lose weight?
He couldn't remember the words at the moment. Anyway, they were fat, thin, tall and short!
This is his royal palace!
The air was filled with the fascinating smell of engine oil. The disassembled parts were sorted by Rohm and stacked neatly. There was no debris or iron filings on the ground. At the end of every day of disassembly, he would carefully clean every corner of the acquisition station.
. Any scattered screws or scraps of iron will cause him physical discomfort.
He likes everything to be in order.
Opening the door of the tool workshop of the purchasing station, you will see a dazzling array of tools of various types, neatly hung on the walls like an army of reference. Large tools have special brackets, arranged in order of size.
Roman felt proud. Although his tool workshop was not as high-end as the doctor's laboratory, the number of categories would surprise the doctor.
Rom's eyes fell on a strange-looking light armor in the center of the clearing, and his eyes immediately softened.
This is a small light armor, only 16 meters tall. It is absolutely petite among light armors. But the most eye-catching thing is the twenty-four flexible mechanical arms extending from its back, making it look like a fairy tale.
Medusa in.
Its name is [Medusa], a professional disassembly engineering light armor modified by Roma himself.
The main body of the mech armor is the most petite mech armor, mainly for flexibility. It does not require a high energy output to disassemble the mech armor, but it requires extremely high operating accuracy. He has made improvements in this aspect.
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Twenty-four flexible robotic arms have a universal mounting point at the front, which can be mounted with different disassembly tools, including high-precision laser knives for cutting steel plates, hole punches for drilling holes, and low-impact tools for local blasting.
Pulse cannon, flaw detector for checking lines, etc.
The workmanship of the light armor was a bit rough. After all, modifying light armor was not his strong point. Originally, Rom wanted to ask the doctor for help, but the doctor had a tight task and no time, so he had to do it himself.
Roma was filled with pride.
[Medusa], what a wonderful name, it’s so beautiful. [Iron Plow King]? Oh, the earthy smell coming towards you.
Let Dragon Apple's self-will and depravity go with him, he will take it away...Rom will not just follow the crowd.
Appreciating his masterpiece, Rom boarded the cockpit of [Medusa]. When the cockpit hatch was closed and the brain control device was turned on, the world seemed to suddenly become quiet, and all the irritability and fatigue disappeared.
He quickly entered the state, quiet and focused.
Before he came into contact with dismantling light armor, he had never experienced this feeling. Even when he studied with his teacher to become a commander, he had never been so immersed in it.
Driving [Medusa] to an abandoned light armor, Rom began to concentrate on dismantling the light armor.
Tonight, he was prepared to work all night, with the minimum goal of dismantling three light armors. He had no choice but to work overtime at night because of the heavy workload during the day.
Under the searchlight, [Medusa] moves skillfully, and its flexible robotic arms fly up and down with flexibility and precision, which is dazzling.
In the cockpit, Rohm looked focused and without any distractions.
The roar of the impact drill seemed to be the most beautiful note in the world. The sparks and dazzling light aroused by cutting the steel plate illuminated his face.
Time passes quietly.
The horizon in the distance gradually turned white, but the searchlights were still as bright as before.
After having a hard time all night, Rom's brain was a little numb. But his movements were still very precise, like flowing clouds and flowing water, which was pleasing to the eye.
When the last part was disassembled, Roma's eyes were red and he let out a long sigh of relief. It was done! The stall could finally be closed!
Looking at the parts scattered all over the place, an indescribable sense of satisfaction arose spontaneously, dispelling his fatigue.
The parts can only be picked up in the evening. It is now half past six, and in half an hour, it will be breakfast time. He will never miss any of the three meals a day, and no one can resist Jasmine's delicious food.
Bosses are human beings too.
It was only half an hour, and Roma simply didn't rest.
Opening the work log of [Medusa], he would record the process of disassembling the light armor every day to facilitate his own improvement. Sometimes, Rom could not help but think, if he had spent the time with the teacher,
I am also so diligent...
He shook his head to get rid of the distracting thoughts in his mind.
Life is pretty good now, and he is very satisfied. No matter how good the commander is, he can only fight and kill. He has had enough of fighting and killing, and he doesn't miss it at all.
The reason why I have such distracting thoughts is probably because I feel guilty about the teacher.
Scanning his work log, he suddenly froze, staring blankly at a line of data. He froze there for about half a minute. He took off the brain control device, reached out and rubbed his sore eyes, and then rubbed his cheeks hard.
His vision returned to clarity, and he put on the brain control device again.
It’s still the same log, still the same row of data.
It is clearly recorded above that at 1:45 today, he used twenty flexible robotic arms at the same time!
His body began to tremble, and a surge of blood rushed to his forehead. He felt that his heart was beating hard, as if it was trying to break free from his chest.
Calm down, be calm...I am also the boss now...
Roman, whose face was red, took a deep breath, almost bursting his lungs. He opened his eyes wide and scanned today's work diary line by line.
3:22, 4:09...
He used 20 flexible robotic arms at the same time! The records are clear! It’s clear! It’s conclusive!
Using 20 flexible robotic arms at the same time means 20 threads of operation at the same time!
20 threads! Multi-threading 12 levels!
Rom, he was promoted to level 12 master tonight!
Rom looked at the log in front of him blankly, and suddenly felt that it was ridiculous. After so many fights and battles, he still could not break through level 12, but while dismantling the light armor without doing his job, he reached level 12 in a daze...
Is this the will of God?
Could it be that... I am really the man destined to dismantle the light armor? Is this my destiny?
Rom looked a little dazed.
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Yaohui Bar was more lively than before. Yang Lao Lao sat in front of the window with a bored look on his face.
In the past, it was almost impossible for him to have the opportunity to sit here and drink beer so leisurely and comfortably at this time, let alone feel bored.
He used to be very busy. Every day he had to think about how to fight with other groups, how to join forces, how to annex others and strengthen himself.
Even when he comes to Yaohui Bar, he is cautious and well-protected, lest a killer appears out of nowhere and gives him a chill.
He suddenly missed the busyness of the past. It was like having nothing to do now. It was simply a chronic suicide.
Yang Laohu glanced at the bar, not just him, but everyone else too.
The once tough and handsome men were now happily playing poker and mahjong, their ferocious faces covered with slender white paper, and their hunky bodies crawling awkwardly under the table.
Yang Laohu couldn't help but feel a little sad. Who would have thought that just a few months ago, this group of tough men would be driving fully armed light armor, charging into battle, and never retreating even a step in the battle.
The days of gangs are over.
What is there to fight for in Ishikawa now? Yang Laohu and Yuanzhi have taken over the entire Ishikawa. However, Yang Laohu has no joy at all in unifying Ishikawa, only loneliness and deep-bone fear.
The protection fee was cancelled, but they didn't dare to collect it, lest someone start making trouble and cause a reaction on the farm, which might lead to bloodshed again.
Smuggling activities were completely suspended. They tested the apple farm, but the farm did not respond and they did not dare to do it.
All underground activities have been cancelled. They do not dare to make any small moves and will wait for this period of time quietly.
In order to build a beautiful farm, they even began to rectify the market, maintain traffic order, clean up various local snakes, etc.
What a bullshit world!
Yang Laohu's heart became more and more desolate, and even the beer in the cup was ice cold to the bone.
The only thing that gave him some relief was that the rectification was indeed very effective. The streets of Ishikawa were restored to life. The flow of people was denser than before, and the market was more prosperous than before. There were no fights, fights, assassinations, or even shuttle buses cutting in line.
To a……
Wait, why should I feel happy about this? What is the difference between this kind of myself and those bastards in the Security Department?
hateful!
Yang Laohu was so angry that he drank a glass of beer and felt a suffocation in his heart. His eyes unconsciously swept across the street outside the window, and he suddenly froze.
Bang, he stood up suddenly, and the empty wine glass fell to the ground and broke into pieces.
Everyone who was laughing and playing poker and mahjong suddenly stopped and looked at Yang Laohu.
Yang Laohu quickly rushed out of the bar and caught up with a man in a jacket. He looked excited and was about to shout.
The man in the jacket noticed something and turned around to look back.
Yang Laohu stopped shouting when he saw an unfamiliar face. He reacted quickly and waved apologetically: "Sorry, I got the wrong person."
The middle-aged man next to the man in the jacket also turned his face at this time, looked at Yang Laohu with interest, and asked curiously: "Familiar?"
The man in the jacket shook his head: "I don't know."
The two of them stopped stopping and continued moving forward, their figures quickly disappearing into the crowd.
Yuan Zhi happened to arrive at the bar, so he walked over and asked in a low voice: "What's wrong?"
Yang Laohu shook his head: "It's nothing, I recognized the wrong person."
After saying that, he couldn't help but glance in the direction where the man in the jacket disappeared to make sure that he was really dazzled, and then returned to the bar with Yuan Zhi.
