Counterfeit Hero

Fatty and Milan turned around and saw a middle-aged man with several bodyguards arguing with a short young man. The topic the two men were arguing about was the impact of the mecha's size and weight on its speed. This problem is actually very simple. The appearance, weight, engine power, energy distribution, electronic system, transmission and drive system and even the structural focus of the initial design of the mecha will affect the speed, just like people and horses. Horses are heavier and bigger than people, but people can't outrun horses. Elephants are bigger and heavier than cheetahs, but they can't outrun cheetahs. This is a completely clear truth, but it changes the flavor when placed on the same mecha.

As far as mechas are concerned, off-road travel speed and road travel speed are two concepts, as are long-distance travel at full power and short-distance advance with instant speed increase. The driving methods of humanoid mechas, beast-shaped mechas, and insect-shaped mechas are so different that they cannot be argued with such unified principles.

These two guys are obviously novices. Their skills are both bad and outstanding. The rich middle-aged people say that the higher the power, the faster they run. The mecha body has long thighs. One step is like a small mecha and two steps. The short man is a young man. He retorted loudly, saying that the smaller the body, the less affected by gravity and inertia, the flexibility is much higher than that of large mechas, the explosive power is better and the speed is faster. The miniaturization of modern engines does not require the assembly of large bodies. The two people were quarreling with each other and tried to accuse each other of being ridiculous.

The fat man laughed until his stomach cramped. The two people argued loudly as if no one was watching, constantly interrupting each other's words. The content of the argument was completely different. The concept of speed mentioned by middle-aged people was completely different from the concept of explosive speed mentioned by young people. The difference was that one side neglected flexibility and the other side neglected durability. However, the two of them had an extremely lively quarrel, and the people on the side listened with great interest. There were even guys who were worried about the world being in chaos and joined the two groups from time to time, and everyone joined in the fun.

Since the concept of speed is completely different from the beginning, the natural principles are also different, but these two guys are getting excited. Gradually, there was a trend of personal attacks. After the quarrel, many people joined the fighting group, and most of the young people who agreed were small. Those who agreed with the middle-aged man were all tall people, and those who deliberately caused trouble caused the two sides to quarrel. Some of the more experienced mecha players intervened several times to explain their reasoning, but were pushed back by these guys. The fat man secretly asked Milan: "Why are these guys so good?"

Milan covered her mouth and listened while laughing: "You are the rich people who can play in the mecha land. There are very few people who are proficient in mecha maintenance. Do you think that everyone has such a good opportunity like you to enter?" Looking at drawings in the laboratory? Nowadays, outstanding mechanics have been recruited by various super companies. After all, mecha maintenance and modification involves too many subjects, and it is difficult for someone to specialize in each subject. Civilian mechanical maintenance and modification engineers are generally called regardless of their level. Most of them are masters who have just started out, and they are praised in the sky with a little fame. This maintenance center is not famous for the skills of the mechanics, but for the huge division of labor and the cooperation of the team."

Fatty thought about it carefully, and it seemed like it would be the same, if he had not been a soldier and received training in the maintenance camp, and had not been forced by Boswell to learn theory and look at blueprints in the laboratory. For these things, maybe even these two guys are not as good as them. After all, others are considered senior mecha players, but I have never even touched a mecha before. I just like to buy some mecha books and read them. I know nothing about the internal structure and structural parameters of mechas. The concepts of the speed of mechas and the speed of flying cars are completely different. The structure and driving method are two types. The development of private mechas now has thousands of models. Models of the same size and weight also have different speed performance. It is difficult for novices to understand the reason without systematic research.

Seeing these people noisy and no one on staff came out to stop them, Fatty thought to himself: "No wonder this repair center has such a booming business. It dares to claim to be invincible. If compared with these players, it is indeed invincible. If I retire in the future, I Isn’t it ridiculous to open such a repair center and call yourself super invincible?”

Both parties got angry, and the little young man said: "Don't believe it! Let me tell you, if you don't believe it, let's run. You are taller than me. Let's see who can run faster!" The young man was speechless. He was used to enjoying himself, but he only had to be fed during meals. At this time, someone wanted to run with him. This was the most difficult thing in the world. How could he respond? Fortunately, a well-proportioned and muscular man among his bodyguards stood up and said to the short young man: "I'm taller than you too, how about we run away?"

The short young man didn't expect to get himself involved. He ran with the middle-aged man and was sure to win. But the guy in front of him had the same build and shape as the 100-meter champion. If he really wanted to compete, his short legs would have to follow the trend. The speed of the car is quite mysterious, and his eyes wander around, hoping that some of his comrades around him will come forward to compete with the middle-aged bodyguards on his behalf.

The fat man was so disturbed by their noise that he no longer wanted to visit. With a mischievous heart, he shouted loudly: "I'll compete with you!"

But he said this to the short young man. He was so angry that he was so angry. Damn it, it doesn't matter if someone else has a champion body and bullies me. Why are you joining in the fun if you are a fat man? He immediately said: "Okay! I will compete with you." ! You are taller than me and heavier than me. Let’s see who of us can outrun the other!” Seeing that he had a chance to win, the middle-aged man suddenly came out of nowhere to steal the spotlight. He shook his head and said, “No, no, my people should follow. He can't compete with you, but you can't do it!" The fat man said angrily: "Why can't I do it? I'm taller than him and one step heavier than him. When he takes two steps, I have to compete!"

"Not only do I want to compete with him, I also want to compete with your people!" The fat man said sternly: "It's not okay to bully us short people!" The people around started making a fuss. What's wrong with this fat man? He just provoked the short one. He is so provocative, where does he stand? But he didn't expect that this fat man was just a jerk, looking for fun and being amused. The bodyguard was quite confident, shook his head and said: "You can't run away from me, you are too fat!" The fat man said angrily: "No, we have to compete! Not only do you bully me for being short, but you also look down on me for being fat. Today I will let you You know what a healthy fat man is!"

The middle-aged man also became more energetic and said: "Ah San! Come on, let this fat man win and be convinced!"

Milan laughed so hard that he couldn't move because he clung to Fatty's body. The two of them were cheered out of the hall by the crowd and came to an open space in the mecha maintenance waiting area. Fatty pretended to do a set of gymnastics. Milan stood next to him, in full view of everyone. I can't laugh or cry. I just want to strangle this annoying fat guy to death. .

Someone with good intentions drew a starting line, measured a hundred meters, found a mecha to be the referee, and used the mecha's optical scanning to determine the results. Three people stood on the starting line. Suddenly, the rich middle-aged man shouted: "Slow down!" Everyone was stunned, but saw him walking up to the fat man and saying: "Originally, it's none of your business. Who knew you had to come to join in the fun, Ah San?" You lose. I will give you a "Hurricane". What if you lose?" The crowd suddenly became lively. A "Hurricane" personal mecha that was just designed and rolled off the production line in 2059 is a treasure that many people dream of. The fat man was stunned, seeing that he wanted to win a fortune, how could he have any money? Just as he was about to sternly refuse to denounce gambling, Milan next to him became unhappy and shouted: "We will give you a Hurricane if we lose."

As soon as Milan finished speaking, two voices rang out at the same time, saying in unison: "I'll take care of this "Hurricane"!" Fatty and Milan looked back. Among the two people who were looking at each other because of the same words, one of them was an acquaintance, it was Shaodong Mills from the Smith Hotel. Next to him stood several of his best friends, looking at him with smiles on their faces.

He didn't recognize the other person. The fat man thought about it for a long time but didn't realize when he had seen this person before. He was confused for a while. It was a little strange that Mills actually supported him, but he didn't expect that a strange old man would show up. Look at this guy's age. He doesn't seem to be joking. When did fat man running become so popular?

Mills walked up to the fat man and said: "Brother Tian, ​​I was not sensible before. No matter whether I win or lose today, I will treat it as an apology to you. I wanted to talk to you last time, but I didn't have time." Among the people present, he He and his friends were the ones who knew the fat man's identity best. Although the boy was a little short-sighted, he had grown up in a businessman's family and knew what to do at this time. Besides, they sincerely want to be friends with fat people.

The strange old man stood aside and smiled silently.

The fat man nodded helplessly at Mills, a little dumbfounded, and accidentally got pushed to the ground. Damn it, you have to risk it all and win even if you die. If you lose, it will be a huge loss of face.

With an order, the three of them rushed out like arrows. After all, the fat man had received special professional training. Although the short young man was very agile, he could not compare with him. Within thirty meters, he was left behind by the fat man. Within seventy meters, bodyguard Ah San could not keep up with the fat man who was running desperately. When the fat man took the lead and crossed the finish line like a rhinoceros in heat, everyone was speechless. They never expected that the fat man was so powerful.

The middle-aged man was even more stunned. He didn't expect Asan to lose. What was even more annoying was that he actually lost to someone else's "Hurricane". He doesn't care about a mecha, but after all, he considers himself to be a suave, unrestrained and upper-class person, and he cares about face very much. The fat man walked back with a smile. He got a "Hurricane" mecha so easily. He really wanted to run twice more.

Unfortunately, the middle-aged man was not prepared to be taken advantage of twice more. He sulked and called the staff of a maintenance center and said: "Bring him a Hurricane and put the account on my head." The fat man said to the middle-aged man seriously. : "I see, the really fast one is the Fat Man mecha! You should work hard on this aspect in future modifications!"

As soon as the fat man said this, the audience who understood next to him laughed. The strange old man couldn't help it and said loudly: "This gentleman is joking with everyone. The modification of the mecha involves many aspects, not just the size and weight of the mecha." Influence. If you don't understand, our center has long-term mecha lectures. You are welcome to come and listen when you have time." After that, he smiled bitterly and whispered to the fat man: "Mr. Master, please stop teasing us. If it's true, If we change it to a Fat Man mecha, if the speed cannot be improved, our signature will be smashed by these unscrupulous guys."

The fat man was stunned and asked, "What did you call me?"

The strange old man smiled and said: "Master! You are definitely a master of mecha modification! I have been listening to you for a while just now. What you said about each mecha is the key point. I am so impressed by your insights. Look. , I recorded it all." As he said that, he took out a miniature recording device and pressed playback. The voice inside was the words of Fatty and Milan discussing the pros and cons of these mechas.

"You are..." The fat man was a little confused, why was this person following his recording when he had nothing to do? The strange old man smiled and said: "My name is Hescott, and I am the owner of this maintenance center."

The fat man was startled. Unexpectedly, the boss also made a fuss. He put on a flattered look and said with a smile: "Hey, invincible boss, how disrespectful. Didn't I cause you any trouble?"

Hescott also knew that the name he gave to the center might offend some experts, so he smiled and said, "The name of this center is just to make people angry and make you laugh."

Fatty thought about it, after all, they just supported him. This kind of favor was done kindly, and he waved his hand and said: "Haha. Just kidding, but... although those modified mechas you displayed are very good, they are not invincible after all. Some people are quarreling, and the arguments are actually very It’s simple, just one or two of your staff members can come out and talk and it’s over. But I see that they all ignore it like it doesn’t matter, and there seems to be something wrong.”

Mills and several of his friends also joined in. The more they listened, the more stunned they became. When did the fat lieutenant become a master of mecha modification again? But think about it carefully, how could it be possible for someone to rescue so many people from behind enemy lines without having to let go! Hearing that this old man was the boss, Mills said: "Just in time, my mecha has been modified here for almost a month, why hasn't it come out yet?"

Hescott hesitated for a moment, looked around and said, "In this case, some things are not appropriate to say here. Why don't we go to my office."

Fatty and Milan originally wanted to know more about the private mecha, so they agreed immediately, and a group of people followed Hescott to his office. After closing the door, Hescott said with a wry smile: "There is nothing we can do about it. There are fewer and fewer private mechanics. As far as my center is concerned, if the team is not good, it will not be able to play at all. Finally, one or two people with excellent skills were poached by super companies in a short time. The talent training system there was formal and the wages were high. Who would want to stay in a private modification shop? This For two days, I couldn’t keep up with my work.”

The fat man said curiously: "I think your business here is good!".

While Hescott poured tea for them personally, he said: "I am trying to be tall among the dwarfs. The big guys have no place to go, so they have to come here." He sighed and continued: "Yes. I have to leave a few more people here in the next two days, and it seems that I have lost my backbone. I am planning to open a maintenance center in the East District, which will be bigger than mine. It is said that there are organic armor manufacturing companies behind me, not to mention the old masters. The newly minted mechanics are also heading there.”

A friend of Mills reacted quickly and said with a smile: "Aren't you planning to let this master come to your place to be your backbone?"

When Hescott saw someone speaking his mind, his old face turned red and he said: "Ahem... Well, I don't know where the master was originally employed. If possible... Oh, I couldn't recruit him after several days. To everyone, I am also flustered now, which makes everyone laugh."

Fatty and Milan looked at each other and smiled, and said to themselves: "This old guy knows how to make an abacus."

Mills waved his hand and said: "You'd better give up this idea. You know he is... I won't tell you. I'll scare you to death if I tell you." Looking at the proud expression on his face, it seemed that knowing the identity of the fat man was a very great thing. .

Hescott has been running a maintenance center for decades. He doesn't know how to do business. He immediately changed his mind. He smiled and took out a card and handed it to the fat man and said: "This is the VIP card of our center. You are here." I’ll cover all the expenses. If you’re interested, master, you can come here anytime to drink tea or give me some advice!”

The fat man was a little confused. Only now did he know what kind of status a skilled mechanic was in the eyes of these private repair shops and mecha players. He just discussed it with Milan and was almost treated as an ancestor. , this treatment is too outrageous. Just as he was at a loss, Milan had already taken the card from Hescott's hand and said with a smile: "Okay! As long as you, the boss, don't mind it being troublesome, we will come to disturb you at any time, not to mention giving advice. Give me some advice, let’s study together.”

Fatty understands Milan's thoughts. Although the maps and information in the laboratory are complete, after all, the main direction of attack is military mechas. The "logical" future transformation ideas must be combined with the experience of private mechas. What better place than such a place that specializes in private mechas? A maintenance center is more suitable for research? Not only can you come into contact with different types of mechas, you can observe different modification ideas, and you can even see the internal structures and other system components of these mechas as you please. This opportunity is indeed rare.

When Hescott saw Milan agreeing, he smiled from ear to ear and said to Mills: "I will call the workshop to ask about your mecha right now. They must get it out first!" He picked up the phone. Just as he was about to ask Mills for his mecha maintenance number, suddenly, the office door was pushed open, and a staff member ran in panting and shouted: "Mr. Hescott, someone is causing trouble!".