This was too much of a shock.
It took Boswell a long ti to calm down. He collected himself and carefully examined the detailed cha design diagrams organized by the little kid.
The design, materials, circuitry, paraters of various parts of the cha were all clearly displayed in front of him. Boswell only needed to look at a few sections to understand that Leray had made a significant advancent.
"This thing..." The old man’s voice trembled slightly, "Where did it co from?" Suddenly he felt a bit scared, this was undoubtedly highly classified information from the Feiyang Republic. If Feiyang found out, it would definitely cause a huge dispute!
"Stolen!" Fatty said indifferently, "They don’t know we stole the internal data and scanning structure of the chas, not their original design diagrams."
"Really?" Boswell still wasn’t convinced. He stubbornly asked, "How was it stolen?"
Fatty, reluctantly, recounted the events of that ti. He pointed to the little kid and said, "The final diagrams and design structures, paraters, were organized by Lord Fart himself. In so ways, this is even more advanced than their original design. After all, I smashed their two chas, and I have so testing insights."
Old Boswell was truly convinced now. This Fatty was ruthless to the enemy, and didn’t hold back even with his allies, managing to acquire all the structural data of the main chas from the Feiyang Republic. He was simply Leray’s lucky star.
This ant that Leray’s military cha manufacturing level had effectively been advanced by a generation! Boswell just thinking about it made his whole body tremble with excitent. The Tenth Generation cha! Just placed right in front of him. How much ti, effort, and money had been saved! Just with the information provided by Lord Fart, working overti, it wouldn’t be a problem for Leray to produce a top-tier Tenth Generation cha within half a month!
The most important thing was that the cha could be used as soon as it was produced. The Tenth Generation "Divine" was one of the best Tenth Generation chas in the entire universe. The Feiyang Republic had already matured this type of cha during many years of technological reserves. With only so modifications in appearance, it could imdiately beco Leray’s asset!
A fully matured Tenth Generation cha was sothing only two superpowers possessed! This was why the Feiyang Republic hadn’t yet massively equipped their forces with the Tenth Generation "Divine." Other major countries were mostly in the early stages of producing Tenth Generation chas, with their quantities low and performance unstable. So chas were even less effective in battle than the matured Ninth Generation chas.
Whether it was the Desic Empire, Jiepeng Empire, or Suss Empire, none of them could possibly have the mature Tenth Generation cha technology like "Divine"! And from the perspective of production lines, even within the Republic of Feiyang, the "Divine" was only equipped by the Special Forces Group of their main Armored Division.
In half a year, Boswell was confident that in just half a year, Leray Federation’s Tenth Generation chas could be mass-produced and equipped to frontline units. This speed would not be much slower than Feiyang’s own equipping speed!
As long as they didn’t encounter the sudden appearance of the Binart Empire’s Twelfth Generation chas, the Tenth Generation "Divine" would be the absolute leader in the Southeast Star Region. Once mass-produced, the Federation’s combat power in the Southeast Star Region would leap into the top three ranks!
"Goodness!" Boswell rubbed his hands and paced back and forth in front of the central computer, "Lord Fart, you’ve really made a significant contribution this ti!"
Fatty was taken aback and said, "Hey, it was I who ca up with the way to get it back!"
Boswell rolled his eyes and said, "Could you have gotten this without our Lord Fart? Besides, if you want to claim the credit, I’ll go report it to the Command Departnt right now. Do you want that?"
Fatty imdiately deflated, his cheeks shaking like a rattle.
He now had a phobia of taking credit. In peaceti, if there was money or fa to be gained, he would’ve jumped at it. But in this warti, the entire Federation was tightening its belt, and no matter how great the achievent, the Command Departnt would only hand out a couple of dals. The splendor and wealth couldn’t be enjoyed, but if a dangerous task ca up, and soone was needed to take the fall, you’d be the first they’d think of.
Anyone who sticks their neck out now is a damn fool. Keep the credit and tally it up later. Fatty thought to himself, and then said, "The Command Departnt may screw over, but old man, you can’t do this too. I don’t want dals, but you’ve got to give sothing nice from the lab as a reward."
"Even Milan got taken away by you. What in this lab can you not get your hands on?" Boswell slapped the back of Fatty’s head, "That’s the lab storage over there. The Capital First Military Academy has so nice things, go play with them yourself. Don’t delay and Lord Fart’s matters."
Boswell quickly and fervently threw himself into the design work for creating a chanical body for the little kid.
After all, an artificial intelligence with thinking indistinguishable from a real human’s, was irresistibly attractive to any scientist. For the sake of future research, the old man decided to strongly favor the little kid. For his own sake, the little kid linked up with the central computer, and the old man and the kid, working to act cute, practically worked tirelessly.
Fatty sighed, took the access card Boswell gave him, and entered the new lab’s automatic storage.
The lab storage was similar to what Fatty had seen at the Gallipalan Military Academy, belonging to the vault model. Since many materials and products involved secrets and were extrely valuable, military academy lab storages generally adopted this model.
The storage consisted of a large reinforced hall and several small rooms around it, with no windows. The only passage was protected by three heavy alloy blast doors.
According to the procedure, materials used by researchers must be approved by application first, then entered into the central computer with authorization. The robotic arm controlled by the central computer would take the materials from the designated racks, deliver them to the safety zone, and then be distributed after inspection by warehouse managent.
Thus, one could imagine how triumphant Fatty felt as he walked through the warehouse with the access card given by Boswell.
As soon as he entered, Fatty was captivated by sothing on the front shelf.
It was a gauntlet with an ancient-looking design. It seed to be part of the ancient warrior armor commonly seen in movies, serving to protect the forearm.
To be more precise, this gauntlet looked like a broadened bracelet—light and thin, completely lacking the function of an arm guard. Such a misfit truly had no place in a modern lab. Things that defied logic usually intrigued Fatty. He determined at a glance that this gauntlet, which obviously didn’t belong in the materials category, was peculiar.
Picking up the gauntlet, Fatty beca even more convinced of his judgnt. This thing was actually made of liquid tal mixed with biological dual-state tal. Engraved on it was its na: new universal chanical automatic arm!
How does this work? Fatty put the gauntlet on his arm, flipping it around for a closer look. The gauntlet only had a single red touch button.
He touched the button. With a "whoosh" sound, a familiar feeling of the automatic repair arm’s grip spread through his right palm. In an instant, the entire gauntlet extended to his hand, tightly wrapping it. A circular protrusion on the back of the hand spiraled open, revealing a spherical alloy nestled inside.
Not seeing familiar tools, Fatty felt puzzled. His nimble fingers perford a series of movents used for controlling a regular repair arm, and to his amazent, the alloy sphere transford into various tools at will: wire cutters, screwdrivers, armor breakers, wrenches, drill bits, and more.
Fatty imdiately took a liking to this new type of automatic arm.
No one understood better than him, a chanic soldier who had escaped alone twenty-one tis, the importance of having an automatic repair arm while on the run. If not for having a repair arm with him all the way back then, he would have long lost his life on so corner of the battlefield.
Having the best skills was useless without a pair of hands to repair, modify, or assemble machinery. An automatic repair arm was everything to a chanic soldier!
Although normal automatic repair arms weren’t heavy, their bulkiness made them inconvenient to carry around. But now with this, Fatty believed he could assemble chanisms for his next escape under any circumstances!
Truth be told, despite having gone through so many battles, Fatty felt that what he enjoyed the most was being a chanic soldier dealing with machines. Such work gave him peace of mind. No need to go deep behind enemy lines, no constant worry, and no fighting for his life every day.
Who knew what might happen in the future? Better to be prepared! This, Master Fatty accepted with a chuckle.
Wearing the repair arm, Fatty discovered another good thing.
It was a pair of sunglasses.
The reason Fatty took an imdiate liking to these sunglasses was that they were almost identical to the peeping glasses he had made himself!
Not only were the sunglasses’ see-through capabilities powerful, but they could also use light projections to partially alter the wearer’s facial features. For instance, in the mirror now, Fatty saw a Tian Xingjian with a slimr face and a more prominent nose.
What astonished Fatty the most was that the fra of these glasses concealed four mosquito-sized micro electronic insects. Within a fifty-ter range, these insects could carry out a spying mission for an hour. The miniature caras hidden within their bodies could capture very clear images and real-ti videos and sounds, transmitting them to the glasses in real ti.
This technology had actually existed for several thousand years. However, with the developnt of counter-surveillance technology, the interference sources against such unethical devices had beco pervasive. Houses, streets, signal towers, and even ordinary mobile phones could activate warning signals against peeping and eavesdropping.
However, the manual for these sunglasses indicated that, in areas not under strict control, the electronic insects could resist most civilian interference.
Fatty felt that these were made to fit him perfectly. No need to be an Overlord, he could still peep on anyone bathing whenever he wanted!!
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