Poverty makes me capable of anything.

Morton then put a screwdriver on it, and the alarm went off again.

After repeating this three times, Morton was frowning when the alarm suddenly turned into a synthesized sound.

"Someone has been detected attempting to disassemble the machine. Self-destruct program activated. Countdown: one minute!"

"Huh?" Morton was taken aback.

Self-destruct program.

"Holy crap, it's about to self-destruct!"

"Run."

"Don't panic, don't panic, bring the other robot along."

"Hurry up."

The workshop immediately descended into chaos.

One minute later.

A soft snap...

The chip inside Machine Gun Warrior 1 burned out.

"..."

Chapter 57 An Ran's Same Style XXX

Within a minute, everyone in the R&D center fully demonstrated their talent in sprinting. Even the person at the back of the pack ran from the workshop on the third basement floor to the stairwell on the first floor.

However, as they trembled with anxiety and unease, they realized that more than a minute had passed, but the expected loud bang had not occurred at all.

"It didn't explode?"

"Why don't you go down and take a look?"

"No, no, no, I'm not going to my death."

"Don't look at me, I'm not going either."

"If anything goes wrong, you'll die there. Go there yourself if you want."

"Never mind, my new wife is waiting for me to go back and develop the business."

Morton watched the group whispering amongst themselves with a somber expression, but he couldn't say anything at the moment.

He himself didn't dare to go down, because if he forced others to go down at this time, he would really lose all his prestige.

For the rest of the day, everyone in the R&D center was distracted. The third basement level was like a powder keg that could explode at any moment. No one dared to approach it, and no one even dared to go underground again.

If outsiders came by at this time, they would probably see the amazing sight of the R&D center's offices being packed to capacity.

This was something that would never have been possible before.

Regardless of their skill level, the people at the R&D center aren't exactly office-based researchers. Even when Gray was in charge, they wouldn't have been allowed to do things this way; Morton is also a man who cares about his image.

As evening approached, Morton, unable to contain his anxiety, went down alone. He put on protective clothing and went into the workshop, only to find that the robot did not seem to have undergone any abnormalities.

There was a strange smell in the workshop. When I got closer, I saw that the part of the robot's chest cavity was yellowed and there were strange stains scattered around the gaps.

"What is this?" Morton, wearing a mask, used tweezers to pick up some dirt; it was sticky and slippery, and he couldn't tell what it was.

Morton placed the tweezers on the same screw again, but this time there was no reaction.

He breathed a sigh of relief after waiting for a minute or two, but he didn't dare to disassemble it. Instead, he went to get the equipment and prepared to take a look.

...

……

The area below the partition was a mess, revealing that it was originally a deep groove with an L-shaped board embedded in the middle and supported by a bracket.

But now the L-shaped board is broken into three sections directly in the middle, the support frame is raised high, and the side wall of the deep groove is opened. The burn marks are most serious there, extending all the way to the board. The board that is broken into three sections is completely deformed.

Morton's face was grim. You could tell from the shelf that this robot was specially designed so that if anyone tried to open the deep slot where the motherboard was located, the motherboard would be broken by the physical mechanical structure, followed by a burst of intense heat that would completely destroy it.

They're the kind that never come back.

“Take a look at the other robot too,” Morton said.

Soon, the other robot was also seen through.

The two have similar architectures.

"What if we cut a groove in the back to remove it?"

"Who can guarantee that taking it from behind won't cause it to self-destruct?"

"Then what can we do? Just stand by and watch?"

"Can you even remove that motherboard without me watching?"

Silence fell over the workshop for a moment.

Now that we only have one unit left, no one dares to mess around.

These two robots were borrowed from Jiuge. One of them has already been destroyed. If the second one also fails, and we achieve nothing, any excuses will seem weak.

"Think of a way, there must be a way. There's no rush, we still have time."

Morton could only offer this encouragement: the angrier you get, the more you'll only reveal your incompetence, and the already low morale will be completely destroyed.

"Let's go down and think of another way."

"The structure of this damaged machine is still intact, so we can take a good look at it."

"The opportunity is right in front of us, we can't give it up easily."

The sound of hushed conversations rose again in the workshop.

"..." Morton left first with a cold face.

He still had to meet with An Ran that afternoon.

In fact, Anran didn't need to do much. The intelligent program in the chip was produced by the game, and the programming method was different from that of No. 1886. In addition, Anran's Lv6 basic programming level was already far superior to the people here. The things she left in the chip were enough to give the people here a hard time.

……

"Welcome, Miss Anran."

Morton looked at An Ran, who was getting out of the car, with a "smile".

"Hello."

As previously promised, she could look at the research and development center's materials.

"Because we communicated beforehand, Miss Anran can freely browse the archives for two hours," Morton said warmly to Anran as he led the way.

“I know,” An Ran nodded.

She looked at Morton's head with a hint of curiosity.

Has this guy not gotten the robot yet, and hasn't he experienced the little gift I left for them?

Otherwise, how could they be laughing so happily?

Morton didn't want to be smiling so happily either. His face stiffened whenever he saw An Ran, so he had to force his stiff expression to become the wide-mouthed smile he is now.

After looking at him for a while, he looks like an idiot.

Therefore, Morton did not dare to face Anran continuously.

"Miss Anran is free to look at the materials inside for these two hours. However, we hope that Miss Anran will abide by some rules. Please do not damage the things in the materials room, and the materials in the materials room are not allowed to be copied out."

Morton cautioned as they were about to enter the archives.

“No problem.” An Ran smiled slightly. With a base charm of 10 points, plus a two-point bonus to government military NPCs, Morton was stunned for a moment.

An Ran turned and went into the archives room, the door blocking her view of her back.

"Bang!" Morton punched the wall, playing tricks.

I'm about to explode with anger.

To miss an opportunity and still have to smile and greet Anran is just utterly fucking ridiculous.

And Anran's smile.

The more charming she was, the more Morton felt heartbroken.

Fortunately, he did something underhanded in the archives beforehand, so you'll get to experience that feeling of being stuck in the middle.

Morton chuckled.

……

"Research Report on New Types of Armored Vehicles"

"Applications of Laser Guidance"

"A Perspective on Deep-Sea Submersibles"

"Signal Detection and Shielding"

"..."

As soon as An Ran entered the archives, she saw a row of shelves in front of her filled with impressive-looking documents.

Could there really be a lot of amazing materials in this archive room?

Is Morton really that kind?

Could they all just be empty shells?

An Ran walked around in confusion and found that there were some basic materials nearby, such as books like "Principles of Automatic Control" and "Typical Circuits of Antennas".

Emmm...

Regardless of Morton's thoughts, An Ran wouldn't hold back. She casually picked up a book titled "Applications of Laser Guidance" and started reading it.

"XXX's learning progress is 50%".

"XXX's learning progress is 37%".

Two hours is plenty of time for Anran.