"I...am I still there?"
Mr. Song sat down on the ground and looked forward blankly. Except for the turbid smoke that was still being pulled over, there was nothing else in the small area in front of him.
He was really a fool, and he knew it was not what he thought. So there is only one problem left that bothers him now:
Where are the "props"?
"This is both a display plan and an experience package. Hmm, can it also be considered a game skin?"
Ronan rarely told a joke, which was a bit cold: "Although this plan is not perfect, Mr. Song, you can experience it for yourself and compare it with the Justice Order."
"yes?"
Mr. Song subconsciously agreed. After half a second, Ronan's almost explicit answer came to mind:
That "prop" is "on the body"?
Mr. Song hurriedly lowered his head, but what he saw was a bright light, which really seemed to be on fire. The embarrassed figure was looming inside, but he did not detect anything abnormal - if there was any, It was just a light sense of restraint, which put his body in a slightly tense state, with a flexibility and lightness that is difficult to experience after middle age.
He subconsciously raised his strength and stood up naturally without using his hands. He made a weak fist with his free hand, and the light flames closed together, and there seemed to be a slight booming sound in the air.
Mr. Song was a little afraid to move: "Is this, so powerful?"
Ronan shook his head and gestured to Long Qi, who was looking over with wide eyes, as if he was watching an incredible dream.
It wasn't until Ronan snapped his fingers again that this person woke up from a dream.
"what?"
"The equipment is limited, let's share it." Ronan tapped the huge metal suitcase at Long Qi's feet with his chin and motioned for him to take it to Mr. Song.
"Obviously you asked for it for me."
Long Qi muttered in his throat, but did not dare to disobey the order. He picked up the suitcase, which was the field installation platform for the Deep Blue Walker exoskeleton armor, took a few steps over, and placed the box at Mr. Song's feet.
Mr. Song was completely confused.
But the next second, the metal suitcase, which was less than half a person's height, automatically popped open with a "click" sound. The cleverly designed metal components, under the attraction of some kind of magnetic force, popped out of the box and were firmly attached to his calf. , then locked.
"Hey!"
Mr. Song was startled. His arms swung, but they only played a role in stabilizing the balance, and he was put on the installation platform.
The complex and highly modular standard armor, according to the established procedures, adsorbed up one after another like a flowing stream, wrapping him inside.
Soon, no one in the cargo hold could see Mr. Song's expression anymore. Only a serious-looking dark blue walker was seen, standing there frozen. It took more than ten seconds before he tried to bend and stretch his arms, legs and feet, awkwardly adapting to all this.
Ronan's eyes turned to Cui Da: "Take him with you."
The latter was stunned for a moment, but soon came to his senses. After answering, he still remembered to greet Xu Er. The two put on their helmets again, put down their visors, and started the teaching mode.
The armor on Mr. Song's body was originally the spare armor of their team, and all the settings were ready-made.
Cui Da has the authority of the captain, and with the addition of a teaching mode, it is easy for Mr. Song to understand how to follow and cooperate next.
In fact, these are nothing.
Even if there is an auxiliary power system and no combat module is loaded, the ability to wear hundreds of kilograms of armor and make precise movements proves that today's President Song, Song Guoyang, does have the basic ability to control the Deep Blue Walker.
This kind of exoskeleton driver certification cannot be achieved by taking a certificate and having a lot of effort.
So, is he already a Burner?
Although Mr. Song's clumsy maneuvers were far less dazzling than the "props demonstration" session, they were actually more shocking.
In a blink of an eye, it was time to exert force. Under Cui Da's guidance, this seemingly light jab directly dented the inner wall of the cargo hold. There were obvious burn marks near the dent.
Mr. Song could no longer hold back and let out a shout of extreme excitement.
The live broadcast room is really going crazy:
"What the hell is this an unmodified Burner?"
"A few minutes before and after, hey!"
“What’s the point of practicing?”
"The previous reaction was overdone...isn't it strange? Ticheng Beach proved that it can be controlled!"
"How can he be the same as a random passerby?"
"Is it because of the 'skin'? Like the legendary extraordinary card?"
The audience is still making wild guesses that Ronan is already conducting an "after-sales return visit":
"It's okay, right?"
Mr. Song was probably still in a state of disbelief. After two or three seconds, he spoke again, but it was with a trembling breath. Was that a barely suppressed smile? Or a gasp of over excitement?
Finally, Mr. Song uttered recognizable words:
"Incredible, incredible!
"I, am I a capable person?
"This kind of power..."
It seemed that he was still not used to it, so Ronan simply made a gesture of please.
Mr. Song spun around twice and suddenly jumped up. With an armored weight of over half a ton, he easily jumped to a height where his head touched the top of the cargo hold.
This obstacle did not interfere with his momentum, and he immediately struck hard, smashing a section of the stacked container above, creating a dent nearly half a meter deep.
This cabinet was originally not opened due to its relatively high position. Now the cabinet door has been smashed and leaked, and frozen products are falling down.
The loss that used to be enough to make Mr. Song heartbroken now made him even more excited, and even a layer of armor couldn't stop him. After landing, he jumped a little, gasping and laughing:
"A miracle, a miracle!"
Ronan shook his head slightly: "Not even close."
"No, no, I'm fine, very fine!"
"It's not even close...and it's really not much better." Ronan confirmed in the negative again.
He no longer gave Mr. Song time to realize himself:
"This is a plan based on the current universal human body structure on earth. Due to the high-energy environment created by the plan itself, it is actually an irreversible supercharging process for the original structure of the human body, which is an evolution that allows the human body to adapt to extremely special environments.
"The stage before the formation of the melting pot can be called 'internal repair', which can be regarded as a step-by-step process.
"But when it comes to the 'melting furnace' stage, the furnace body is completed and there is no regrets. The nature is not unchangeable, but the high-energy and high-pressure environment that comes with it forms the deepest connection with the human body structure.
“The furnace body depends on the human body to take shape, and the human body needs the furnace body to progress.
"Without this environment, it's like those deep-sea creatures. If they are fished out from the depths of the sea, they are basically dead."
Mr. Song was frozen there. He thought he understood:
"I, I understand, this plan, I mean this 'skin', don't take it back, I'll buy it! No matter how much you want..."
"You do not understand."
Ronan shook his head again: "The real trouble is that in this supercharging process, mobilizing the human body's potential will inevitably involve re-expression at the genetic level.
"This is a delicate job, and any unstable factors at the genetic level may lead to serious consequences.
"In the internal cultivation stage, it seems that you can use the method of interactive interference of spiritual substances to make some tricks. But once you try to make tricks, you may miss those unstable factors. After the furnace body is formed, unpredictable consequences will occur.
"The usual ones are just fine. That kind of rotten fragments. I mean 'abnormal genes'. This kind of thing that particularly likes and requires a high-energy environment. Once inserted into the human gene sequence, it has the conditions for expression. When faced with When going through the same supercharging process, it can be determined that it will definitely be more active and adaptable than the original human genes.
"In other words, in such an environment, there is a high probability that 'distortion' will arrive before the gene expression of true individual evolution appears.
"Do you get me?"
"me……"
This time, Mr. Song seemed to understand a little bit, but he would rather not understand.
Ronan was not looking forward to his answer and continued: "So, my plan must be applied to people who are not contaminated by aberrations - supercodes are aberrant gene fragments that do not have the conditions to express.
"Otherwise, we have to solve the pollution problem first, or we have to redesign it to break the priority in high-energy environments. How to solve it is a more complicated field, and I don't have a particularly good idea yet."
The dark blue traveler's visor blocked the outside world's sight. Most people could not see Mr. Song's expression, but this meant nothing to Ronan:
"Mr. Song, this is a very difficult thing. Every time there are more people who are contaminated, the difficulty will double...really, I won't lie to you."
Mr. Song did not respond, but subconsciously took a step back.
Ronan sighed, and the topic suddenly turned back to issues related to Mr. Song: "You admitted before that you had done some 'replacement' related to the distorted properties. I don't know the specific process, but..."
He rubbed his fingers again, and the second gray hair belonging to Mr. Song fell slowly. The dirty water ball smoke on the ground gathered together, starting another round of differentiation and growth process.
"I don't know whether the reason is the design of the plan or the level of the operator. Just like the countless 'dirty people' you have created, you are actually not an exception."
"I……"
Mr. Song still wanted to speak, but the sound of "Dede" between his teeth completely overwhelmed his words. The flames outside his body shook, seemingly brilliant, but the warning light was already on in the Dark Blue Walker armor, representing the driver's Abnormal state.
The cargo hold became dark again.
The dirty smoke filled the air again, and this time, there was a flickering flame in the middle from the beginning, reflecting a vague outline, still vaguely humanoid. But between light and dark, you can see the ferocious and ugly details.
"The ideal plan may not lead to the ideal result...because the reality has been completely messed up by you!"
With a howl, the hideous and terrifying humanoid monster, wrapped in smoke, rushed towards Mr. Song.
Mr. Song screamed again and collided with the humanoid monster. He was instantly thrown to the ground. Both parties rolled on the ground and twisted into a ball.
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