Interstellar Super Empire

Chapter 55 Subversion
The design drawings were made by ZERO. Zhong Yun was afraid that these drawings would reveal too much information, so he didn't dare to save them in his portable computer, but forcibly memorized them in his mind.

Fortunately, after having Yuan in his body, his memory improved rapidly and the drawings were not complicated.

Adjust your breathing to keep your body and mind in the best state.

Next to him, the two old men looked at him with piercing eyes, infected by the seriousness on his face, they both tightened their faces and waited nervously.

The atmosphere became serious, and even Huang Jian, who was on the phone, felt this powerful aura, and his dialing fingers stopped.

Suddenly, Zhong Yun opened his eyes, and there was a faint purple light in his eyes, which looked quite scary.

He picked up a metal part the size of half a fist, and deftly dismantled it.The B-level mechanic next to him felt a pain in his heart. This is the most high-end transformer produced by Juji Group at this stage, worth 78 DAV coins.

I have seen a prodigal, but I have never seen such a prodigal, the B-level mechanic gritted his teeth.

Under his desperate gaze, Zhong Yun picked up another part, which was the latest type of energy distributor, worth millions.

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Seeing each part being ruined like this, Huang Jian's heart was bleeding. As a B-level mechanic, his affection for machinery was like his wife.It is because of this fanaticism and dedication that he was promoted to B-level at the age of 30.

Now seeing his "wives" being ruined for nothing like this, but he still can't stop it, how can he not be inexplicably sad and heartbroken.

Zhong Yun didn't have time to take care of this "passionate" mechanic. He devoted all his attention to the work at hand, and with the help of the powerful "manual aids", he assembled the machine smoothly.The whole process takes less than 10 minutes.

"All right."

After installing the last screw, Zhong Yun took off the helmet on his head, let out a long breath, and then took off his work clothes. Although there is a small air circulation system in the work clothes, he will not feel stuffy.It is always uncomfortable to wear on the body.

The three people beside them couldn't help staring at the machine.The machine is square and about one meter high.Although it is spliced ​​with several metal shells, the surface is very complete and smooth, and there is no trace of splicing.

Huang Jian saw the whole process from the beginning to the end, feeling deep disdain besides heartache, this kid doesn't understand anything at all, he is being treated like a bitch.Can the concentrator be connected with the oscillator?If you don't even know common sense, learn how to assemble it.

He really hated that arrogant kid, not only hated him for pretending to understand, but also hated him for wasting money.

There are so many good materials, if he assembles them...

What a jerk.

However, Zhong Yun's handicraft level still surprised him. It is very rare for a teenage boy to have this level.But that couldn't save her feelings for him.

"What does this thing do?"

Huang Lao finally waited for the opportunity and asked impatiently.

"Wait first." Zhong Yun squatted down and connected the freshly baked machine with energy. In this era, electricity has disappeared on the stage of history, replaced by energy waves, which are not only more efficient, but also safer.

Seeing that he was really going to start the machine, Huang Jian was startled. If the thing was going to start, it would have to explode. "Don't..." As soon as the word came out, a suffocating pressure stuck in his chest. He blocked the words behind him.

When the indicator light came on, Huang Jian turned pale with fright, subconsciously turned around with his head in his arms, and threw himself on the ground.

The expected explosion didn't happen, but the boy's voice came, "Huh, luckily it succeeded once."

He raised his head in astonishment, turned his head to look, yes, the power source of that unknown machine was connected, and the indicator light was also on.Based on his more than ten years of experience, from the sound of the tiny parts running inside the machine, it can be heard that the machine is running.

For a moment, he fell into great confusion.

That kid connected the parts like that, it's just nonsense, and it's the kind that will kill people.No matter how stable these cutting-edge parts are, they can't hold him back like this.

It is dangerous enough to connect the concentrator and the oscillator together, but it is not fast enough to connect the wave concentrator and the particle accelerator?
These are explicitly prohibited in the textbooks. At the beginning, his instructor repeatedly instructed him not to connect various instruments indiscriminately.Because it can be very dangerous.

But the fact is that this machine is running, not only did it not explode, but it worked very well.

This completely overturned his cognition.

On the other side, Zhong Yun is explaining to Huang Lao, who is holding a recorder and his face is full of curiosity, "The main function of this machine is to generate a wave of a specific frequency. This wave can stimulate the cells of living things, so that the cells produce variation."

"Then what kind of wave is this wave, what is its frequency, and can it really revive withered plants?" Huang Lao seized the opportunity and asked several questions in succession.

Zhong Yun hesitated for a moment before saying, "This is the Qifa wave. Of course it cannot revive withered plants." Consciously or unintentionally, he omitted the frequency.

Huang Lao also paid attention, he only noticed the last sentence, "Then..."

"What did you say?" Yang Siqing, who had been silent all this time, suddenly opened his mouth. He stared at Zhong Yun firmly, bursting out with the air of a master, "You said you would definitely save my Qingqing."

Zhong Yun only felt that the surrounding space was suffocated, and the qualitative and invisible pressure pressed firmly on his body, making him almost out of breath, "Brother, listen to me first."

It took a lot of effort for the boss to force a word out of his throat.Then he felt his body relax and the pressure disappeared without a trace.

"If you don't give me a reasonable explanation..." From Yang Siqing's murderous eyes, Zhong Yun knew that the other party was not joking.

This person is too violent, Zhong Yun secretly cursed.

"Although Qifabo cannot revive plants, it can re-stimulate the vitality of naturally withered crystal roses."

Huang Lao was confused, "I don't understand what you mean."

Zhong Yun smiled slightly, as if teaching a studious student, "That's because you don't know the habits of crystal roses."

If someone from the Flower Association heard this, they would probably laugh out loud.A teenage boy actually said in front of Mr. Huang, "You don't know Jingliu Rose's habits."

Who is Mr. Huang?That is one of the best flower masters in the country, no matter how proud people are in the flower association, they will respectfully call him master when they meet Mr. Huang.

How dare a little kid say such a thing, he really doesn't know what to do.

What's even more strange is that Mr. Huang actually had an expression of listening attentively, as if he didn't mind asking for advice from the little P kid who was several rounds younger than him.

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