I, Sakaski, Won't Take a Dog Easily.

"Rather than have the time to complain that I didn't stop Mr. Sa, it's better to calculate the flight trajectory data of the missile. We might take the Megatron to go to the New World to find people later."

"..."

"Makes sense!"

The researchers seemed to believe that probability and Marshal Sakalski's set of fallacies and heresies were incompatible, and hurriedly left the ghost spider and turned around to investigate various data.

The lieutenant general of the legion, who was at leisure, turned around and walked out of the base. He has been very busy at the Marin Fanduo Fortress recently.

First, the precious archives and databases are being archived, and then the military hospital with the best conditions in the headquarters is facing floor renovations, and has to temporarily move all the medical facilities and equipment to the mechanical giant city entrenched in the sky—【 Adun's Spear], an area was designated as a temporary medical center.

At least, that's how they explain it to the outside world.

If Dauberman's flat-headed brother from the headquarters caught him taking a break from his busy schedule, he might just roll his eyes.

If he is despised by a veteran lieutenant general because of his passive sabotage, he is not General Kuzan, so he can't afford to lose this person.

Right now, the Navy headquarters has dispatched too many masters, and only a few of them are left as the obvious signs of lieutenant generals who can't move.

Originally, at least there was President Sa, who was also unable to fight, and everyone was in the headquarters to share joys and sorrows.

But now, Mr. Sakalski has slipped away!

In the name of rushing to help Wano country, he temporarily left the headquarters fortress.

While thinking about the unlucky ghost spider in his heart, he took steps towards the fortress.

Inadvertently, he caught a glimpse of a researcher who did not start to sort out the data like the others, but stood in the corner where everyone's eyes were most easily overlooked, and slowly walked towards the back at a casual and lazy pace.

In the past, the ghost spider would naturally not take it seriously. The action of the other party leaving the hall might be to go to the toilet, or return to the laboratory to extract a certain set of data.

But combined with Sakaski's intentional move away from the headquarters, [Secret Weaver] couldn't help adding a touch of coldness to the corner of his mouth, as if he hadn't seen it, and left the research and development base of the Templar Warden.

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ps: Today is another double update with a total of 6k words, super tiring.

600. Within the Spider's Web (Medium)

Even after staying away from the military experts who were in a hurry to verify the data and correct the deviation on the numerous instruments, the figure walked at a leisurely pace.

The clean white work clothes that researchers must wear when they work do not have any pockets. In order to prevent the leakage of core design secrets, any research and development member in the base must go through layers of strict manual and equipment inspections to obtain permission to go out.

He only held a thermos cup issued by the scientific research institute in his hand, and he looked as if he was about to go to the rest area to pick up a cup of water to moisten his dry throat.

This thermos cup with a capacity of only about 300ml is not big and can be held in one hand, which is no different from most similar cups on the market.

But what makes it completely different from ordinary cups is that the words [Haiyuanli 1517 Light Prism Research and Development Commemorative Model] are also printed on the cup body.

With only the cup, someone with a heart can guess some information about his personal identity by insinuating from the sidelines—the researchers who can participate in the research and development of the Prism project are at least technical backbones.

The light prism launcher came into being thanks to the reverse research of the abilities of Polusalino fruit by a group of scientific masters, and the cooperation of Vegapunk and other geniuses who claim to have surpassed the world's 500-year technological level.

In recent years, as the battle between the navy and the pirates has become more intense, the Prism Tank and the pacifist equipped with a laser launcher have become a major signature of the Templar Watch.

In the eyes of outsiders, it is not an exaggeration to say that it is the most conspicuous label.

How to identify which legion a naval unit from the headquarters belongs to, people can intuitively know it only by observing and identifying the weapons equipped with it.

Those military operations were accompanied by the soul named [Hellfire] Homiz to coordinate operations, and the sailors exuding fierce murderous aura all over their bodies must have come from the Burning Legion that specializes in crusade and extermination.

And the sailors who frequently ride on the light prismatic tanks and other mechanized units with a strong sense of technology to cooperate with the pacifists on patrol, must be from the Watcher of the Temple and have not escaped.

The technical backbone, who hangs his identity badge around his neck neatly, holds a water glass in his hand, and goes straight to the rest area where storage refrigerators and tea breaks are placed.

When Lu met a naval soldier who was participating in cleaning, this middle-aged man, who had always been easy-going, returned a gentle smile to the other party.

"Go get the water," Hai Bing, who picked up a rag and wiped the table, greeted the researcher warmly.

This technical backbone who is said to be an old man in the R&D department is a rare guy among experts and scholars with eccentric personalities who can get along with normal people's social standards.

Therefore, the sailors have a good impression of him, at least compared to the group of freaks who can design rockets and missiles but often button up their clothes incorrectly or don’t wear them neatly. Much less stress.

Among the group of experts in the scientific research department, there are many researchers with zero self-care ability.

In addition to being highly sophisticated in the professional field, many researchers' social and living skills are not as good as some children with strong self-discipline.

Therefore, most of the sailors guarding the base also took care of the role of nannies, and dragged some old experts who were so addicted to research that they couldn't extricate themselves that they forcibly dragged out of the laboratory on time.

When they were in charge of patrolling in the middle of the night, it happened from time to time that the sailors would be dumbfounded and send the military experts who were burning the lights and rushing to the progress of the project to sleep.

When high-level military officials came to inspect the progress, they had to work hard to help this group of top experts in a certain field with messy chicken coop hair and bearded faces, who looked like savages who came out of the mountains, to make a plan. Manage personal hygiene image.

The most outrageous one was a group of researchers who squatted in the laboratory with sleeping bags and bedrolls all night for research and development.

These older youths who were too lazy to get out of the laboratory and were dizzy from hunger simply cooked instant noodles with an alcohol lamp.

A few fools even brought back a bucket of special fuel that powers the missiles, put the frozen sausages stored in the refrigerator in the rest area on the iron stand and cooked them indoors on the spot.

Such an unscientific operation with potential safety hazards scared the sea soldiers enough.

Since then, they have had another job in the multi-role switching of guards, nannies, and servants-express delivery.

Among so many wonderful things, this gentle and good-tempered technical backbone is as rare as a living fossil in the eyes of the sailors.

The researcher with a gentle smile turned his head and complained helplessly as he passed by the sea soldiers:

"Everyone is busy recording the parameters, and I can be regarded as a sneak in the busy schedule. I came out to exercise my muscles and bones, and my waist is almost broken."