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General Shepard - although he has the same name as the protagonist of Catherine's Mass Effect - at this time, he was admiring the work of his dreams - Pive

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The model of the six-legged chariot has now been designed.[]

Although there is a huge gap between this and Shepard's imagination, it is completed after all, right?

This chariot has six wheels. It's a pity that each wheel is not as small as the BMX in the concept drawing. Although these wheels are also smaller, their diameter is about twice that of a basketball.

"But it seems to be enough to meet the needs of street fighting." General Shepard looked around the chariot and nodded.

This car is about two and a half meters tall. Below it is six small supporting feet. In the middle is a sphere completely covered by an iron shell. On top of the sphere, there are pips.

oy2600 remote controlled automatic machine gun.

This car can move 360 ​​degrees, so even in small alleys, it will not encounter various problems like those vehicles.

"But such a product is not suitable for use in real war." His friend General Sith, who was next to him, was shaking his head at this time.

"why is that?"

Shepard asked a little strangely.

"Because the cost is too high, and there is another point - this car is too expensive. If it is affected by a grenade, it will probably be paralyzed."

"This..." Of course Shepard also knew that these were shortcomings, but because of his love for vehicles, Shepard selectively ignored these shortcomings, or flaws, at the beginning.

"If possible, I think it would be good to use such a machine to maintain public security...well, security in enemy-occupied areas."

Sith thought for a moment and then came to this conclusion.

It's noisy, slow, and the automatic machine gun has low accuracy, so it's really not that easy for this car to go on the battlefield.

Shepard didn't know that even with the century-old technology, there was no such six-legged chariot. Although it had been designed, it was just lying in the laboratory and sleeping.

As for Shepard's product... it is indeed just a product lying in a warehouse gathering dust.

However, Shepard was still a little reluctant.

"If there is a way, it's not impossible, right? This is just because the current technology is not up to standard. We still have a chance."

He said this.

"But if it's a war on terrorism...it seems good..." Sith muttered quietly.

"War on terror? What war on terror?" Shepard asked strangely.

"Well... this is mentioned in the movie "Soul Reaction". You can understand it as a low-intensity war against terrorists. If the opponent is not the Soviet Union, but such a low-intensity war, it should be much better.

"

As long as it's a war, Shepard can be interested. It sounds good, maybe I should go check it out.

"There are still schedules, and the third part is still playing. Maybe you can go and watch it."

"I've also watched the first two movies. Well, I think this should give me a lot of inspiration."

Sith looked at each other, then shook his head.

Shepard is a dedicated general, but Shepard also has some not-so-good interests and hobbies. For example, Shepard likes war machinery very much. The promotion of m70a1 is also due to Shepard's unremitting recommendation.

He advocates the upgrading of weapons and the modernization and futurization of warfare. Shepard has always been very interested in such futuristic tanks.

Although his products were no longer good, Shepard was not discouraged at this time. There were still a few years before his retirement, and he still had a chance... After confirming the decision, the group of writers recruited by Catherine

Started writing.

Tai Lang is one of this group of people.

Tailang's great-grandfather was brought to the United States as piglets during the construction of railroads in the 19th century. However, due to a series of epochs, his grandfather became rich in the United States.

However, due to the Chinese Exclusion Act, Tailang's family situation deteriorated, and he later fled back. During the Republic of China, his father made some money and found a career in China.

Went to the United States again, and then took Tai Lang's grandfather over.

At the end of World War II, Tailang's grandfather originally wanted to return to China, but because of the Liberation War, they decided to stay in the United States. After that, his grandfather passed away.

After that, Qin Lang's father kept talking about how lucky he was that he didn't go back or anything.

However, Chunlang was very disgusted with his father's decision. In the United States, where racism is rampant, although Tailang had excellent grades in school, he was often bullied by his white classmates.

Later, Qin Lang also complained about why his father didn't go back at that time.

As a result, his father slapped Tai Lang - "What do you know, you little kid? It's better for us to be dogs in the United States than to be masters in China!"

Since he couldn't resist, he could only accept it, even though he knew that his father only washed dishes in a small restaurant.

After graduation, Qin Lang thought things would get better, but the fact made him confused, because in society, it is more difficult for Chinese people to find jobs. Although he is already 30 years old, Tai Lang is still only doing temporary work.

Slowly, Tailang began to feel like a zombie.

Working like this in a numb way every day, and occasionally being kicked down by white people and then beaten violently, it was commonplace, and he no longer cared.

After that, Qin Lang came into contact with "Black Lagoon", and then he fell in love with such a novel. Then after hearing about the exhibition, he tried to write a story of his own.

But he didn't expect that his story would be noticed by the other party, and then printed out!

After that, Qin Lang seemed to be inspired, and he began to write books and submit manuscripts. Although he was rarely picked, Tai Lang felt as if he had been given a new life. The writing was like a spring, and his stories appeared one after another.

In his mind... After hearing that Catherine was recruiting writers, Qin Lang took his own manuscript and applied for the job without thinking too much.

As a result, Tailang got this job with an annual salary of 100,000 yuan.

"Qin, what are you looking at?"

At this moment, one of his colleagues, a black man, came over.

His name is John Neil. These days, black people prefer to have names similar to white people, which is normal.

"There's just something about the galaxy and the universe that I feel like if I were to tell a story like this, I..."

In the office, Tai Lang was reading popular science books about the concept of the universe.

As the saying goes, if you want to do your job well, you must first sharpen your tools. If you don't even know the details of the universe, and then write randomly, how can you write a good story?

"Does anyone have any ideas about how to write the story?" At this moment, another colleague asked.

"First of all, a unified style is needed." Someone said: "At least the continuity and integrity of the story must be ensured, instead of turning the whole story into a pieced together strange thing."

The worst thing about multi-person collaboration is that various problems can easily occur in articles.

"Well... it's better than this." At this time, Tai Lang spoke.

All these white people looked at him.

Tai Lang was a little nervous.

"We can try to unify the language as much as possible first, and then leave the story unfinished. At the end, we can ask one or two people to revise the entire article and story. Is this feasible?"

"Seems good."

"We can give it a try first." We can't afford the salary. If they don't complete this matter, then the meal ticket will be gone.

And among them, there are also people like Qin Lang who really love literature, and some of them still suffer from lack of creativity, so they join here.

They all have that drive to write.

"Everyone, please look here." At this time, a person pulled the whiteboard next to him.

This whiteboard was equipped by Catherine for these people, because some things seem to look better if they can be displayed.

"This is the timeline, this is the main line of the whole story."

The other party drew a line on it and then made several circles.

"We will now determine the time of the story, sort out when and what happened, and improve our main plot."

"Good idea, we can add some content to improve and enrich the outline." Someone suggested.

"Isn't this bad? Will Miss Edson let us do this?"

"We are just completing the plot. If we can get it done, we will try our best to complete it."

Because it is a rigorous novel, some content must be improved by yourself.

Tai Lang doesn't seem to feel very good about this. If a new plot is added rashly, it seems that it will affect the structure of the story, right?

Catherine's outline is already very good, so adding some plot points doesn't seem to work?

"Why don't we ask Miss Edson if we can modify the story?" John Neil suggested.

"Well, that's it. Let's talk about the second question."

"That..." Tai Lang interrupted them.

At this time, all eyes were focused on Tai Lang.

"Please tell me."

Although he was interrupted, the other party was still very polite and gave Tailang face.

"I think we should first find a way to identify a leader. I think we should have a head." Qin Lang carefully searched for available words in his mind.

"It's really difficult to do this now." Someone nodded.

"Well, it looks like we need to make some rules first?"

"I agree."

"That's it."

As a result, leaders are selected.

And this person... is Tai Lang.

He was still a little nervous until he reached the door of Catherine's office.

It’s strange, how could you choose yourself?

Let's not talk about this anymore, I still have important things to say.

"Dong dong dong." He knocked on the door of Catherine's office.

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Oh~ oh~ the typing speed has gone up! It has gone up!

Three updates and one completed

(To be continued)