MTL - Start with a Mechanical Hunter-Chapter 13 Thoroughbred Robot

   Chapter 13 Thoroughbred Robots

  The high-tech driver was driving all the way, passing a gasoline station and filling up the energy extract.

  The petrol station can not only refuel, but also provide prosthetic modification, advanced battery, weapon purchase, vehicle repair, and primary processing of energy ore.

  There are two types of gasoline stations, one is directly operated by the factory, and the other is self-joining. The condition for joining is to have a mine in the iron sand desert and sign a sales contract with the factory. In short, there is a mine at home.

   "Your car is full, welcome next time."

   A robot spoke to Gao Gongdao with a warm and brilliant voice.

   Along the rearview mirror, the senior engineer stared at the 'Titan-3' team that entered the gasoline station behind.

  Titan-3 is a giant armored vehicle with three rows of 280mm multi-barrel rocket launchers on the back seat, four single-barreled hunting guns in the south, south, north and west, and two rows of vehicle-mounted machine guns in the front and rear. Such a huge firepower is simply a super weapon.

   "The one who bought the energy board?" The senior engineer handed over the "meal card" and asked casually.

   This tonnage of armored combat vehicles cannot be towed by ordinary engines, and should be equipped with energy boards.

   An energy board the size of a keyboard can be worth a tank of energy extract, and the energy consumption is only one-tenth of the ordinary extract.

   "Yes, sir, this is just from the front."

  The robot swipes the 'meal card' on the groove of the arm, and the amount is automatically deducted.

   "Frontline, are you starting the battle so soon? It seems that the battle is not going well."

  The senior engineer squinted his eyes, and he could clearly see that there were a lot of bite marks on the armor surface of the six 'Titan-3' vehicles, and some of the steel plates were even torn apart.

   seemed to notice Gaogong's gaze, and the prosthetic transformer in the car gestured with his **** towards Gaogong.

   "Oh, you can't deal with radiated beasts, but it's very powerful to despise your peers. People like the security team are getting more and more promising."

The   Security Corps is a unit directly under the factory. In the past, it was responsible for escorting the convoy, transporting ore resources in the desert, and providing mission rewards and prosthetic modification for bounty hunters. However, as the factory gained a firm foothold in the local area, it gradually transformed into an armed group.

   In the past few years, several large-scale beast suppression operations were led by the security team, and mechanical hunters were changed to transport the prey and protect the convoy.

   is considered a feng shui turn.

  ‘But it’s not bad for me. ’

  Once the vigilante group fails, the factory will inevitably recruit a large number of mechanical hunters for hunting operations again as in the past.

  All kinds of prosthetic equipment needed for your own transformation are available.

   backhand with a middle finger, the senior engineer stepped on the accelerator and walked away.

   drove the car back to the secret base. The senior engineer first went out and threw today’s harvest to the old friend’s gun shop, but he didn’t see Aunt Xiang, only Pang Xiang was guarding the shop.

   threw Pang Xiang a nutritional ointment, and he hurried back to the base.

   I’ve worked hard to save the experience points for a whole week, and I’m about to spend it well.

  [You invest 2000 experience points, the prosthetic doctor is upgraded to lv2, intelligence +1, surgery success rate +3%]

  [You invest 4000 experience points, the prosthetic doctor is upgraded to lv3, and the operation success rate is +3%]

  [You invest 6000 experience points, the prosthetic doctor is upgraded to lv4, the operation success rate is +2%, and the additional state: calm]

  Calm: You can complete difficult surgical techniques with a stable mind during prosthetic reconstruction surgery, and there is a chance to improve the performance of the prosthesis

  [You upgrade [Electronic Neurology] to lv3]

  [You raise [Human Biology] to Lv2]

  [You upgrade [Human Body Mechanics] to lv2]

  [You upgrade [Industrial Materials Science] to lv2]

   The senior worker sighed, feeling his back sweaty.

   Since becoming an NPC, leveling up is not just about leveling up, but transforming experience into knowledge, pictures, and theories, directly pouring it into the brain.

  The amount of information processing in the brain is limited, so much information was poured in all at once, and he almost choked to death.

   "Looks like I can't sleep tonight."

   rubbed the temples on both sides that were bulging due to cerebral congestion, and the senior engineer opened the synthetic panel again.

  The requirements for melee combat are extremely high for the classical-style mechanical hunter, and by chance, he remembers several melee-style human transformation drawings called "little **** outfits" by players.

  lv3【Electronic Neurology】+lv2【Human Biology】

  [The fusion is successful, you have developed a second-level neural drawing [tactile nerve flow booster]]

  lv2 [Human Body Mechanics] +lv2 [Industrial Materials Science]

  [The fusion is successful, you have developed a secondary mechanical drawing [electromagnetic exciter]]

  lv2 [Human Body Mechanics] +lv2 [Industrial Materials Science] +lv3 [Mechanical Transformation]

  [The fusion is successful, you have developed a secondary mechanical drawing [microcomputer refers to the tiger]]

  lv3[Electronic Neurology]+lv2[Human Biology]+lv2[Human Body Mechanics]+lv3[Mechanical Transformation]

  [The fusion is successful, you have researched the third-level skin drawing [desert skin]]

   Looking at the empty experience slot, the senior engineer showed a wry smile. Sure enough, no matter how much experience points are earned, it is not enough to spend.

   I didn’t feel this way in the last life. Oh, in the last life, there were a lot of rich women and bigwigs who gave him money, and he didn’t spend much experience on things that could be solved with money.

   This made the senior engineer start to miss those sand sculpture players. They are online, and their NPC identity is useful.

   The biggest difference between player templates and npc templates is that npc can open factions.

   But even if you are a sand sculpture player, not all passers-by will lick it. Before that, you still need to brush up your reputation.

Anyway, I couldn't sleep, so the senior engineer simply found a high place to lie down and watch the stars. The atmosphere of this planet is full of nuclear dust, not to mention the stars, the moon can't be seen, the senior engineer can only rely on memory, one by one. .

  ‘There is Arcturus, a desert planet. ’

  ‘Here is Sirius, a late star, but billions of years from collapse. ’

  ‘This is a diffuse nebula. If the spacecraft of civilization below level 5 fly in, there will be a risk of disappearance. Above level 5? Civilizations above level 5 do not fly spaceships. ’

  'By the way, there seems to be a meteorite belt on the periphery of the extraterrestrial colony. The impression is that there are rich minerals. Unfortunately, I was in a hurry and didn't have time to collect it. It's a pity. ’

  The senior engineer counted the stars in his memory one by one. After staying up until the middle of the night, his swollen nerves finally eased for a minute or two, and he fell into a drowsy sleep. When he woke up again, it was already eight in the morning.

  The iron sand desert is drowsy and hot all the year round, and some electronic products will fail inexplicably after a long time, and the residents here naturally have the ability to determine the biological clock.

   took out a bucket of pure water from the metal shed and simply washed it - the water source in the desert is mildly corrosive and cannot be used.

  ‘If there is a real war on the front line, it means that the factory is likely to reopen the munitions warehouse, then at least three of the four blueprints that I created can be made. ’

  The senior engineer was refreshed, and immediately jumped on the off-road vehicle, stepped on the accelerator, and rushed to a military warehouse in the northwest corner of the Motor City.

  Rose Gasoline Bar, in a box

The black rose has a pair of long black silk legs, and a 'Night Fragrance' brand special synthetic cigarette is sandwiched between its slender fingers. This cigarette can directly regulate the secretion of dopamine and create the most suitable taste for customers. One hundred mechanical coins, one.

   Thick smoke spit out from her red lips, indescribably lazy.

   Sitting across from her is an old-fashioned purebred robot in a clown suit.

   There are two types of pure-bred robots. The first type is the high-tech type. The main body is human, but through step-by-step human transformation, the human transformation rate is finally increased to 100%, and human beings are transformed into mechanical life.

   The second is that its body is a humanoid machine. After the transformation of the laboratory, an AI is debugged on the machine body. This is an old-fashioned robot.

   In fact, even in the city that never sleeps, there are not many old-fashioned robots of this type. In the city, there are more androids directly injected with AI templates.

  Only in some old places with strong secrecy, such as factories, such as corps, and the existence of such old-fashioned robots.

   "This batch of goods is still shipped to the old place. You send someone to pick it up, but this time, I want to mention 10 points."

   Littlefinger frowned and said: "There are so many links up and down to manage, there is no room for more."

   "The old men are very strict, what can I do?"

  Black Rose's beautiful palm pressed down, motioning her little finger to be quiet, and then said, "Yes, but I will add 30% to the next batch of goods."

  The old-fashioned robot was silent for a moment, as if using big data to calculate the success rate of smuggling. After a while, he said, "Yes."

   After the negotiation, the atmosphere immediately relaxed, Littlefinger smiled and brought four glasses of wine.

   "Come, come, this is specially made for you, gasoline-flavored beer, and beer-flavored gasoline, you can taste it and see what the difference is."

  The old-fashioned robot didn't talk nonsense, just drank two glasses of gasoline and wine.

   "I still have something to do, so I'll go first."

   "Why don't I find a girl to accompany you?"

   "Uh—" Littlefinger's expression froze, thinking that Sister Rose, you are a bit outrageous, pimping the robot, thanks to what you think.

  Who knew that the old-fashioned robot slowly turned his head when he heard this, and said, "Do you mean that humans stimulate the nervous system and secrete hormones through the operation of the reproductive organs, resulting in a physiological state called 'pleasure'."

   "Although I'm busy, I can spare an hour."

   "Take someone there, remember to ask for the best bionic girl," Black Rose said with a straight face.

  Littlefinger got up with a tangled expression, hesitated for a while, and couldn't help but say, "In an hour, can you do this?"

   "Well, I have the latest model of reproductive organs installed."

   "What special needs do you have?"

   "Special needs, wait a moment, I will search the database."

After a while, Littlefinger came back and complained, "Don't do such a dangerous smuggling next time, let's get some military supplies and sell them to the poor ghosts in the desert. in."

   "Because they gave enough," Black Rose got up and walked out, followed by Littlefinger, chattering.

   "But who would have thought that robots would also corrupt, I always thought this old Hong was a normal person."

"kindness."

   "Where are we going now?"

   "Go back to the garage."

   "Garage! Are you going to take me racing? Are we going on a date? Can I hug your waist?" Littlefinger was refreshed and asked three times.

  Black Rose gave him a sideways look, "Did you forget something?"

   "One thing, what?" Littlefinger couldn't feel his hair.

   "You haven't got your operating table back yet."

   (end of this chapter)