This time Xining successfully attracted attention again.
He is fourteen years old, but due to congenital deficiencies, he looks only about ten years old. The maintenance soldiers are all male. The small maintenance uniforms are too big for the body, and the cuffs and trouser legs are folded twice.
When he walked into Abbot's office, Abbot was smoking a cigar with his feet up.
With the beard on his face, how does he look like a warrior piloting a legendary super mecha? Like space pirates.
"Ahem!" The smell of smoke was strong. Xining coughed and waved his hands in front of his face to disperse the smoke exhaled by Abt.
Abbot held a cigar in one hand and her file information in the other: "Earthling... you are telling the truth. You will indeed not live long."
Although his identity was concealed from the public under the influence of the vice president and the military, he was an orphan. But the military can get real information.
Xining walked up, grabbed the cigar, and stubbed it out in the ashtray on the desk.
Probably no one had ever dared to pinch his cigar, and Abbot didn't react for a moment.
"Knowing that I won't live long, you still let me smoke second-hand smoke?" Xining put out the cigar and threw it directly into the ashtray.
"If you work in my profession, you may die in battle. I will most likely die earlier than you!" Abut's words were calm but made Xining feel his heart twitch and feel a little painful.
Is this body owner overflowing with love again? I don’t even think about who hacked her.
Xining changed the subject: "Now that you know I'm from Earth, why don't you throw me back to the technical college?"
Abt sat there with his legs crossed, looking at her with eyes as bright as an eagle: "It's too late, he has already joined the army."
Xining rolled his eyes, wondering if he would ever come to the base.
I don’t know if I can ask the deputy president to use his connections to transfer her out now.
Abbot seemed to comfort him: "Here, ability determines everything. Even if I know you are from Earth, I will selectively ignore you."
It is also true that people who were taken away from the earth with their minds became mecha warriors. When the ability reaches a certain level, being an Earthling is no longer a shame, but becomes a motivation to inspire others.
But she doesn't want any honor, she only chooses things that are more suitable for her owner. Because of the extended lifespan, women in the army retire at the age of sixty and men retire at the age of eighty. Some technical and civilian personnel work until they are over a hundred years old, and even die at the age of one hundred, seventeen or eighty, with their coffins covered with interstellar military flags and cremated.
She didn't want the owner to stay here as a repairman all his life and die before reaching retirement age.
Abt looked her up and down: "Short and thin."
Don't be angry, it's true, she is indeed short and thin.
Opening the drawer, he threw a potion to her: "Take the tonic first."
Xining reached out and took it from the table first: "What is it?"
Abte said leisurely: "Height increasing agent, at your age you should still have time to grow taller."
This thing is good, used to increase the height of soldiers in the army to meet the body requirements of this army. It should be taken before the age of 25 for men and 20 for women. The effect varies from person to person. Even if the upper age limit is reached, no matter how bad it is, it can still increase by one or two centimeters. It could only be obtained through special approval, and even Justin couldn't get it. Xining quickly stuffed it into his pocket.
Abt seemed to have grasped her weak point, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised: "Take the height-enhancing drug once a week. Depending on your age, you can drink it for five or six years. In addition to this, there are also detoxifiers, antidotes, etc. Potions that can increase life span. I would also like to give some to you..."
It is only provided by the military, and only a few people can approve it.
After hearing this, Xining could only sigh. Then he gave a non-standard military salute and said something against his will: "Yes, sir. I am willing to serve the interstellar army and die with all my heart!"
Abbot pressed the button on the table, and the messenger waiting at the door opened the door.
"Take her to the mecha department." Abt picked up the cigar placed in the ashtray again.
"Yes, sir!" The messenger made a respectful gesture of invitation.
Xining glanced at Abt, who was lighting a cigarette with a military lighter, then turned around and followed the messenger. This old fox...
The mecha department of XX base is right next to the warehouse. It is neat and clean and has all the facilities.
As soon as he got there, Justin greeted him: "Xining!"
Xining took it directly and punched him with his fist. Unfortunately, the height difference was too big, and Justin ducked back to avoid it.
Justin had a smile on his face, but said: "Oh, don't be so fierce."
Xining had a bad expression: "Are you selling me and I have to help count the money?"
Justin smiled brightly, with such a handsome and handsome face that it was impossible to be angry. He turned around and shouted: "This is the Xining I'm talking about."
The mecha warrior sitting aside, drinking coffee and taking a rest, had looked at it curiously. When he heard this, he immediately stood up and came over.
There are about a dozen people in the whole department, all with young faces. I doubt the average age is twenty years old. This is the vanguard force, which shows how high the mortality and elimination rates of the mecha warriors at the forefront of the war are. Usually after the age of twenty-five, when physical and mental strength gradually decline, they will be transferred to other troops or to teach in academies.
"You won the competition with her modified mecha?" one person asked.
"Yes!" Justin said with pride and joy, "Who told his mecha to fall apart first?"
Everyone was talking about it: "I've seen the video, it's very exciting, and the mecha has been transformed quite well."
"Justin's mecha has been modified and is parked in the warehouse. Its performance has been improved by nearly 50%!"
"I heard that Mr. Abt saw her modified mecha and immediately applied for a transfer order from the headquarters to poach her."
This is the difference between transformed and untransformed. But mechas used by the military generally dare not be modified. After all, they are important materials, just like AK machine guns. How can they be modified casually? Those maintenance workers had an attitude that doing more was better than doing less, so naturally they were too lazy to file a report.
Messenger: "Lord Abut has applied to the headquarters for approval to allow the transformation of mechas in this base!"
As soon as these words came out, it immediately stirred up waves. The mecha warriors present all called for Xining to modify his mecha first.
Seeing that it was so popular, some people simply took action, reaching out one hand after another, trying to grab Xining and escort him directly to his mecha.
They are all mecha warriors and enjoy the highest treatment. It's just robbing someone. Even if it's illegal, you can use your military merits to offset it.
"Calm down, calm down..." Justin tried hard to stop him, but he couldn't stop him. He couldn't stop him anymore.
Xining ran away and ran to Abbot's office.
So there appeared a scene of a short and thin girl running in front, being chased by a group of the most heroic and noble mecha warriors from the interstellar battleships behind her.
Damn it, this Abt must have done it on purpose. Xining was panting as she escaped. How could she outrun these professionally trained, physically strong mecha warriors who were at a good age.
But if she is caught, the strength of these guys will hurt her if she is not careful.
Just when he was about to run out of breath, he fell into a person's arms!
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