Apocalyptic Wasteland: Set Up Survival Traps At The Beginning

In the early morning, a ray of morning light shone in from the floor-to-ceiling windows.

Stretching, Fang Chen sat up from the soft big bed.

Very comfortable.

Not just physically, but also mentally.

In the world of flesh and earth, even if you are in a safe lighthouse above the sky.

He has never had a day's sleep where he could relax and have a peaceful sleep.

Especially when he opened his eyes, he faced the sea and the scenery of spring flowers blooming, which made him feel like a gentle country and a hero's grave.

"Good morning Mr. Fang Chen, breakfast has been prepared for you. Mr. Stark is waiting for you in the research room on the third underground floor..."

"Thanks Jarvis!"

Nodding, Fang Chen got up and put on his clothes. Passing by the living room, he picked up a piece of bread, put it in his mouth, and headed to the third underground floor.

"Hey Savior, how was your sleep? How does it compare to your Earth?"

"Very nice, thank you for your hospitality!"

Faced with Stark's teasing, Fang Chen smiled.

At the same time, his eyes fell on what he was tinkering with and the computer screens around him.

"Find a place to sit for a while. I'll take you out to have fun tonight..."

Hi, hi, hi?

Listening to Stark's words, Fang Chen couldn't help but think of his playboy appearance in the movie.

When I went out, I was really surrounded by beautiful women.

As long as people stand there and put the cannon there, the air will come on its own.

There is no need to do anything or say anything by yourself!

Compared to the world he lives in...hehe...

You are not allowed to check or exchange. If you want something, you have to queue up and let Chenxi Hall arrange it...

Seeing that Fang Chen didn't reply, Stark didn't care either.

Instead, he devoted his attention to the current research.

The steel suit was something he made out of desperation when he was kidnapped by terrorists.

But the one at that time was just a rough finished product.

Due to the limitations of materials and systems, it was scrapped in the desert in one go.

What he needs to do now is to optimize it on this basis and add more practical functions.

Bang bang~~

Bang bang~~

I don't know how long it took, but Stark, who felt a little tired, put down the parts in his hands and stretched.

But there was a sound of keyboard tapping in my ears.

"you..."

Stark was surprised to see Fang Chen sitting behind him in front of the computer with flying fingers.

This is not an Internet cafe. If you mess around with the keys, there will be big problems!

"Huh? Can he understand?"

He opened his mouth to stop him, but the next second, looking at the design drawings on the computer screen, Stark was a little confused.

"Oh? What, have you finished your work? I took a look and found that there are still some problems with your design drawings. There are some flaws in the main sensor, and there is also a problem with the boost pressure of the casing. I suggest you replace it with a better alloy metal. The most important thing is A little bit, gain altitude!”

"Based on your current design, I estimate that at most 40,000 feet, the entire suit will freeze at high altitude and lose power, turning into a pile of scrap metal..."

Listening to Fang Chen's words, Stark blinked in disbelief.

The steel suit was his masterpiece, and he made it using what he had learned throughout his life.

Why are there so many hair problems?

"Jarvis, do you hear that? Let's simulate it..."

After receiving the master's instructions, the screen in front of the two people suddenly changed.

Watching the simulated steel suit on the screen lose power as it rose to an altitude of about 40,000 feet.

Stark's eyes looked at Fang Chen completely changed.

"Do you still understand this?"

"Well, I understand Yididian..."

Fang Chen nodded and gestured with his fingers.

Although he is just a hunter, in his previous life he had a double master's degree.

Mechanical Engineering and Computer Software Computing.

What's more, for more than ten years, he also worked part-time in the lighthouse's weapons application and research and development, and was the deputy director of the department.

He can't say that he has a thorough understanding of Lighthouse's technology, but he has at least half of it.

It's just a drawing. What can't you understand? What can't you understand?

If it weren't for the difficulty of programming artificial intelligence, he would have planned to buy the blueprints of the steel suit directly from the system store and make it himself!

"Awesome, it seems that without any talent in this era, it's hard to be a savior..."

Stark's mouth was still vicious.

But looking at Fang Chen, something changed in his heart.

If we say that we just regarded each other as two parties in a transaction before.

Then now we should adopt the mentality of being a scientist and a developer.

Only the same kind can understand what the same kind is thinking!

"Come and help Fang Chen, these, these, and these, please help me see if there are any problems..."

Throwing a large amount of information in front of the computer desk, Stark spoke.

Since he will have his share of this steel suit sooner or later, there is nothing to hide.

Besides, do you want to be a hands-off shopkeeper?

"What about the fun tonight?"

"Aren't you the savior? Think about it, when you are having fun, your companions may be in danger. When you are having sex, your companions may be rolling knives. When you..."

stop!

stop!

Stop!

I may not be a human, but you are a real dog.

Looking at Stark's raised corners of his mouth, Fang Chen felt that he really shouldn't reveal his talent.

"Hey, it seems that only the Dawn Hall is going to survive..."