Recycle bin, abandoned building
In an oversized nutrient tank.
The previous 'tenant' of this nutrient tank was the Reaper Queen, and this time the tenant became Pang Xiang.
The Reaper Queen's ferocious body is filled with the elegance of a predator.
But Pang Xiang is simply fat and bloated.
The area occupied by the two organisms is actually about the same.
The senior engineer stood with his arms folded, Aunt Xiang's expression was uncertain, and the only sound in the room was the sound of the testing equipment running.
After a long while, Professor Han raised his head and said calmly: "Large areas of burns all over the body, internal bleeding, severe tears in some muscle groups, moderate radiation -"
"Just tell me the result," Foreman Gao didn't reply.
"The first is ordinary surgical repair, but in this case, the best outcome for the injured person is mild disability. The patient can take care of himself, but it is impossible to fight anymore."
Professor Han glanced at the remains of the Reaper Queen's body.
"The second is to replace the patient's circulatory system with its circulatory system, but the risk of surgery is higher and severe biological rejection will occur."
The senior engineer didn't speak. Aunt Xiang was silent for a moment and then said, "Use the second one."
"Okay, I'll make preparations."
Professor Han went to the 'data room' nearby. When the two of them passed each other, Professor Han suddenly spoke.
"I didn't expect to see you here, little sister Xiang."
"I didn't expect that, Researcher Han. Everyone always thought something happened to you. It's great that you are alive."
Professor Han walked through the door. Old Sun outside the door opened his mouth with complicated eyes. However, Professor Han didn't even look at him and walked straight over.
"I will give you an explanation about this matter."
"of course!"
Aunt Xiang only stared at Fat Xiang who was covered in blood and said coldly.
The senior engineer also went out. Huang Yuanli at the stairs saw this and quickly came over.
"The person is not dead. I will do the surgery later."
The little woman breathed a big sigh of relief. Seeing that the senior engineer kept walking, she quickly chased after him.
"It's great that Pangpang didn't die, but are the risks of surgery big? Is there anything I can do?"
"There really is one. When waiting for the operation, you use telepathy to find Pang Xiang's consciousness and help him stay awake. When biological rejection increases, human nature is easily swallowed up by animal nature."
"good!"
The little woman nodded seriously.
"And those old friends of Aunt Xiang, take care of them for me. I don't have the energy to take care of them now."
"No problem, we people from the Cable Tribe are the best at making friends."
The little woman's breasts slapped loudly.
"Also, a snake cannot survive without a head. Let a few old guys from your tribe prepare for the 'Cable Sacrifice' and help you ascend to the throne according to the rules of your tribe and become the chief elder of the tribe."
The little woman was stunned and said: "This is just a few people, is it necessary to be so formal?"
"Besides, I don't particularly want to be a great elder."
"People won't always be like this. Your tribe has great potential and will grow stronger soon." Gao Gong suddenly stopped and looked at each other seriously.
"The Great Elder is boring, do you want to be the City Lord?"
The little woman stopped in place and was stunned for a while, then she picked up her short legs and chased after him.
"What do you mean by city lord!?"
It's a pity that the senior engineer didn't care. He closed the door of the armored fighting vehicle with the sound of air pump, then picked up the on-board phone and dialed a number.
"This is the factory's internal hotline. Please press 1 for orders, 2 for maintenance, and press for waste disposal..."
The senior engineer directly reported a series of figures.
"Pick me up to Director Du from workshop No. 315."
"OK."
Huang Yuanli's ears were pressed tightly against the car door, but the sound insulation effect of the chariot was so good that she could only vaguely hear a woman's voice.
After a long while, the car door opened again, and the little woman looked at the other party with a gossipy look.
"Hey, hey, who was that woman just now? Is she your old friend? Why are you calling her?"
"none of your business!"
"Sister, I care about you!"
"You're an older lolita. You haven't even gotten married yet and you still care about me. Why are you worried that everyone who falls in love with you is a lolita?"
"How many times have I told you, at your age, it's good to have a lolicon who cares about you."
The little woman became angry and jumped fiercely, biting the senior engineer's thigh.
The biggest system modification of Gao Gong's original body is a titanium alloy skeleton.
This is not a very advanced, but relatively professional mechanical modification.
More importantly, the titanium alloy skeleton is not easy to make. This is the soldier template of the Mechanical Corps and is not sold to the outside world.
The reason why it was possible was of course with the help of internal personnel.
The person who helped was a woman.
The story is also very simple. To sum it up in one sentence - the love story that factory brother and factory girl have to tell.
One day ten years ago, a young boy in a factory told a factory girl with a arrogant look on his face, "I don't want to be a laborer all my life. I want to go to the desert to fight for wealth. I will either return home in fine clothes or be shrouded in horse leather!"
There is no other option!
Men, you must rely on yourself!
Then he went.
Then, he quickly joined a rich woman named 'Black Rose' and started his career as a little wolfdog.
The factory girl who stayed behind relied on her talent in twisting screws to work step by step, from apprentice, to general worker, to junior worker, then to mid-level worker, to senior worker, and was promoted to front-line management, line leader, team leader, and so on. up.
If this were written into a novel, it would be absolutely bursting with positive energy.
Ordinary women are independent and self-reliant, working hard from the grassroots level, and realizing the value of life through the real industry.
The man went into the sea.
The woman stood up!
Then one day, Du Moumou, an independent woman, once again ran into the childhood sweetheart she had always missed.
Du Zhaodi, who was already the workshop director at the time, seriously confessed again, "I support you." '
A certain little wolfdog sneered and obeyed on the spot.
This is how this titanium alloy skeleton came about.
The original owner's single-digit character is not without reason.
None of this is the key.
The key point is that if you want revenge and find out the insiders of the security corps, it is quite nonsense to expect them to investigate and correct themselves.
Reporting will 100% result in nothing.
The outcome of the Battle of Hydera proved that the upper echelons of the security corps were all masters of deception.
At this time, it was naturally not enough for him to lift the table by himself, and more senior departments had to intervene strongly.
It just so happens that the factory is such an organization.
'Factory organization' is not a factory, nor is it a set of production lines. If there is a definition, it is more like the 'state-owned enterprise system' of the Machinery City camp, or it can be called a 'planet factory' or an 'AI production line'.
It is mainly responsible for accepting purchases from the Mechanical City’s mastermind.
The factory complex where the Radiation Desert is located is responsible for providing all materials for the "Sleepless City" and several surrounding mechanical cities.
Equivalent to the 'General Logistics Base'.
The security corps is essentially a factory guard. Although it is led by the "intelligent mastermind of the city that never sleeps", its main job is to protect the factory.
Now that I think about it, the cloud nobles took advantage of the loopholes between the three systems of 'Machine City', 'Mother City Legion', and 'Factory'.
The overlapping area of the three parties, after some operations, became a three-party area.
The opponent can pull the tiger's skin, and the senior engineer can naturally hold the thigh.
We are all scum, who is afraid of whom? Are your character lower than mine?
But before lifting the table, the senior engineer had to lift it.
The situation in front of us is actually a very good opportunity.
During the war, soldiers were assassinated in the streets; outside the oasis, a tide of beasts was watching.
If you make achievements at this time, it is relatively easy to be 'set as a model'.
The more they fool around, the more they emphasize the advanced and leading role. This has always been the case.
The senior engineer approached Little Finger again and used his network to investigate the situation of other colleagues.
If you think about it with your feet, you will know that this assassination was definitely not limited to their team.
With the Knights' usual generous style, the entire list might have been assassinated.
…
On the other side, next to the bonfire, a dozen 'old men' with missing arms and legs were standing in a circle and bragging.
The 'old men' are not actually old, they are only in their forties at most, but all of them have gray hair, sagging skin, and a sluggish look, but their narrowed eyes occasionally flash a green light like a beast.
Not far away, the mercenaries who were tied up were their work.
These are the older generation of classical hunters. More than ten years ago, the desert was their battlefield.
However, time kills heroes. As the biological rejection in the body reaches its limit, their bodies are completely destroyed and they have to withdraw from the stage.
Like Lao Sun, these people live in embarrassment and are no different from scavengers.
So as soon as Aunt Xiang's invitation came out, she joined with almost no hesitation.
Tiepi likes these 'old people' very much. From these people, he feels the aura of a gang leader who washes his hands in a golden basin.
What's more, without them, he and Pang Xiang might not be able to escape.
These old fried dough sticks are also better at blowing than the other, and their dirty jokes are flying around.
In their words, the lowest level of radiation beasts killed must be C level.
No matter how low the level is, killing will make your hands dirty.
One of the blind old youtiao saw the tribe girl coming to pour water and subconsciously touched her butt.
Girls from the Cable Tribe are not easy to get along with either.
He picked up the kettle and started beating the 'old man' violently.
When other people saw this scene, they all laughed and made all sorts of taunts.
"Old Qian, you really can't change your pervert nature."
"Deserve it!"
"You're still thinking about women at this time. Haven't you had your reproductive system modified?"
Lao Qian Hu Luo Pingyang was bullied by a lolita. He was pushed to the ground and beaten until his nose was bruised and his face was swollen, and his nose bled.
"Don't fight, don't fight. It's really not intentional. Do you understand conditioned reflex? The sequelae of human body modification!"
After a violent beating, the tribal loli snorted and walked away.
"I think back then I was not so humiliated when I was slaying a B-class titan beast. Today's young people have no sense of martial ethics at all."
Lao Qian tried to save his face and tried to prove that he just didn't hit women.
The jeers around him got louder.
Lao Sun stood not far away, his eyes dazed, his lips pursed, as if he had made up his mind.
