Dragon Clan: Lu Mingfei Returns from Warhammer Retirement

Chapter 158 Super Soldier Mass Production Plan
After coming out of the principal's office, he didn't go to the Norton hall immediately, but turned to the equipment department.

Although there is a rock flow research institute, the equipment department must also make use of it.

No warband would think that they have too many forge worlds, if there are, then they must be showing off their wealth.

Star warriors are rigid and conservative mainly to outsiders, and there are relatively lively ones among them.

The more common methods of comparison include comparing records, comparing history, comparing who is the best champion, and so on.

The wealthier warband will have more fleet size, more sacred relics, more forge worlds to sign contracts with, and so on.

This kind of comparison basically won't hurt the peace, it's just to enliven the atmosphere.

Prior to the Chapter's revival, the Crimson Star Chapter never took part in such activities.

After the revival, other battle groups don't like to let them participate in this kind of activities.

Because when they can't compare, they will invite Lu Mingfei out to pass on life experience to other young battle leaders.

Recalling the life of the war group, Lu Mingfei smiled on his face.

I don't know if I'm not here, can those boys manage the battle group well.

It took him hundreds of years to save up his family fortune, don't let him lose it once he leaves.

When the Emperor comes next time, see if I can ask about the current situation of the war group, and then ask the old man to help me with a message.

I don't know how long the cosmic time over there has passed.

Lu Mingfei went underground while thinking.

This time, there was no one standing guard at the elevator entrance, which surprised him a little. Could something have happened?

Thinking of this, he quickly walked into the gate of Walter alheim.

As soon as he entered, he saw that the people in the equipment department were surrounded by three layers inside and three layers outside, like an ancient Roman shield wall.

"Come on, come on! Fuck him, hit him hard with your ass."

"Master Hong, attack his bottom lane."

The shouts came and went, full of passion.

"Is it wrestling? Such a narrow space?"

Lu Mingfei was a little curious, and then stretched out his hand to pull them away.

How could this group of equipment guys be able to withstand his strength, and he quickly picked a way out.

The equipment guys who were pulled away turned their heads and were about to get angry. When they saw Lu Mingfei, they immediately put on a friendly smile.

"It turns out that Professor Lu is here, come here, and make room for Professor Lu."

shouted an outfitter.

"I'm just a student, not a professor."

he corrected.

"Look at what you said, for a scientist as talented as you, being a professor is an understatement. If you ask me, it's not too much for you to win a Nobel Prize."

The equipment guy said flatteringly.

The other equipment guys who didn't grab the right to talk first glared at him, thinking that this guy is also low-key, really embarrassing to the equipment department.

"What's your name? What is your main research direction?"

Lu Mingfei asked.

"My name is Salman Khandu, an Indian. My main research direction is the application of alchemy technology in the field of aerodynamics."

Researcher Salman said excitedly.

"It doesn't seem right."

He hesitated.

"I have dabbled in various aspects such as materials science, mechanics, engineering, etc., and obtained a corresponding doctorate degree."

Salman immediately added.

"Okay, I'll show you later. So what the hell are you guys doing?"

Lu Mingfei asked.

"We're playing a very intense game."

Another equipment said enthusiastically.

"Contest?"

He looked in the middle of the crowd, in a large iron basin, two small things, one red and one black, were spinning rapidly, colliding with each other from time to time.

"Is this a spinning top?"

It took Lu Mingfei a while to remember this 3K Earth toy.

"No, these are the holy beast Qinglong and the holy beast Suzaku."

Immediately, an equipment guy pointed out the right way.

Even Doraemon Road is not an insult to the sacred fighting top.

Lu Mingfei left the crowd without a word. He really shouldn't have any expectations for this group of equipment guys.

Salman followed in a hurry, and the two sat down on the sofa on one side.

"Where's your minister?"

Lu Mingfei asked.

"The minister chased the new program all night yesterday, and he just fell asleep not long ago."

Salman replied.

"Then can you call the shots?"

he asked.

In a way, this technology is more precious than the bolter.

"Let me see first, if it doesn't work, wake up the minister."

Salman showed a sunny smile.

"Row."

Lu Mingfei put the laptop on the table and opened the file.

"This is."

After all, the profession was not correct, and Salman didn't recognize what it was at a glance.

But after looking at the structure and annotations, he quickly got an idea.

"Is this an exoskeleton?"

"The effect is similar, but this is an electronic muscle suit."

Now that Salman guessed it, Lu Mingfei did not hesitate to introduce it to him.

This electronic muscle suit is the technology of the Forge World of Messing I, where the Mechanic Priests use it to enhance the physical strength of servitors and cathars.

Compared with power armor, the defense power of the electronic muscle suit is almost equal to nothing, and the enhancement of physical strength is also much smaller.

But the advantage is that the electronic muscle is very convenient to wear, and there is no need to reserve a black carapace or other interface, and the manufacturing difficulty is much smaller.

Even the ordinary industrial world can produce on a small scale.

Lu Mingfei exchanged a damaged STC template for this technology, which was used to strengthen the warband's servants and mortal auxiliaries, on the condition that it was only allowed to be used within the warband and could not be passed on.

For the Crimson Star, a battle group with a long history and good reputation, the conditions offered by some small forge worlds are relatively favorable.

After wearing this muscle-strengthening suit, even a rat-skinned man at the bottom of the Hive City can beat an ordinary Catachan adult male by arm wrestling.

Coupled with the accompanying functions such as muscle cushioning, bone protection, and nerve response acceleration, it can be called a mass-produced super soldier.

At that time, Lu Mingfei didn't know enough about hybrids and dragons, so he didn't come up with this dangerous technology.

But now he already knows that the strongest part of the Dragon Clan is the spirit of speech, and the power of pure flesh is not to be feared.

Even if the secret party made all the mixed races under it wear electronic muscle suits, it would only be a matter of cutting a few more swords for Lu Mingfei.

Salman smiled cheerfully after hearing this. Now he doesn't have to worry about someone robbing the business, because the equipment department has not researched this direction.

"I'll find a few people to study it together, and I will reply to Professor Lu within three days."

He definitely couldn't handle such a big project by himself, but he could ask someone to help.

Hmph, those guys still hid their figurines from showing me, why don't they have to obediently send them here for me to play with them wantonly.

"can."

Since the equipment department didn't have the habit of signing contracts, then Lu Mingfei just went to the village to do as the Romans did.

Anyway, if you can run, the equipment guy can't run away from the temple, and the nine nuclear explosion-proof layers of Walter Alheim can't stop his fists.

"what!!!"

He had just put away the computer and was about to leave, when suddenly there was an earth-shattering scream.

"What batch of news?"

The equipment guys were startled, and they stopped looking at the spinning top, and ran to the door of the director's office to poke around, but no one opened the door.

"Aren't you going in to have a look?"

Lu Mingfei asked inexplicably.

"Hey, Professor Lu, you don't know. The director hates people to disturb him when he catches up on sleep. If anyone knocks on the door, there will be a bomb in the toilet."

Salman nodded nervously.

"I don't want to know either."

He turned to leave.

"Professor Lu, why don't you open the door and have a look?"

Salman had an idea.

"That's right, Boss Lu, it's most appropriate for you to open the door."

The other equipment guys nodded their heads.

"Don't go."

Lu Mingfei shook his head.

He knew what these guys were up to, but he didn't want to get involved.

Unless Alkadulla is possessed by a demon, he is still interested, but there is no warp in this world.

Even if there are, not many demons are interested in oil-like guys.

"The priority of that project was raised to the highest level just now."

The deputy director, Carl, made the decision.

Lu Mingfei turned around and pushed open the door of the director's office.

Akadullah Farooq was rolling on the ground holding his belly, his face was pale and his brow was sweating.

"what happened to you?"

Lu Mingfei asked.

"Stomach, stomach hurts."

Acadura snorted with a grim expression.

He glanced at the room, and there were garbage and sundries everywhere.

Lu Mingfei quickly fixed his eyes on a can of Coke. Judging from the dust on the surface, it had been placed for a long time, but the opening was clean.

"Did you drink Coke?"

"Yes."

Arcadullah replied tremblingly.

"How long has it been?"

Lu Mingfei asked.

"One day? Half a year? Two years?"

Arcadullah couldn't hold it.

Sighing, he grabbed Acadura and punched him in the stomach.

The precise force is enough to cause a gastrointestinal reaction without hurting the body.

"vomit!"

Akadullah lifted his throat, and then sprayed thousands of miles.

"Go to the infirmary, it should be acute gastroenteritis."

Lu Mingfei said with disgust.

When not on the battlefield, Elder Lu actually has a slight obsession with cleanliness.

"Quick, go and get the small trolley for express delivery."

Deputy Director Carl ordered.

A group of equipment guys came over with a cart and laughed and pushed Akadullah away.

"Thanks to Professor Lu for saving the director's life."

Carl said solemnly.

"Well, in fact, I can't die if I don't save him. It's just an acute gastroenteritis. And I'm not a professor."

Lu Mingfei didn't mean to take credit.

"Anyway, the equipment department has recorded this kindness. If there is anything that needs to be mentioned, Professor Lu can just mention it."

Carl patted his shriveled chest and said.

"I didn't um, wait a minute."

Just as Lu Mingfei was about to decline, he suddenly thought of Ange's reminder to him.

"Do you have any anti-thief equipment here?"

he asked.

(End of this chapter)