Comparison of the Two Dragons: Lu Mingfei returns from American comics

Fingal: "Look! Look!

This is Tony Stark!

This is my big brother!

A man who can even rub his hands with mecha!

Even if there is a rain of bullets in front, even if there are thousands of troops, they are all invincible, fearless men!

One person singles out the entire terrorist organization!

Feel free to come and go among hundreds of people!

Seven in and seven out, kill people on their backs!

Missiles exploded behind him, and sky-high flames bloomed behind him!

What is a real man?

What is a real man?

And here it is!

Big brother awesome!! "

Nono: "It's really handsome.

But whatever the words come out of your Fingal's mouth, they start to taste. "

Susie: "The licking is too obvious, it is easy to cause disgust from others."

@芬格尔, no wonder for so many years, you will be equally hated by all the students. "

Fingal: "Emotionally, you can call me a licking dog.

Although I personally think that I am just too fraternal and want to give all the students a warm and comfortable home.

But!

My feelings for my eldest brother will never allow you to slander like this!

That's not licking!

It was all my heartfelt and sincere love for my eldest brother!

This love, perfect and holy!

Truer than real gold! "

Caesar: "I still haven't figured out what the power source of this mech is?" "

Chu Zihang: "Maybe.... Is it the device on his chest that always sparkles? "

Caesar: "Hmm.... This possibility is not excluded. "

Su Xiaoxiang: "How did the final scene become a hospital?"

Could it be that they were injured? "

.............

"Mecha!"

"Why didn't we think of developing in this aspect?"

Professor Guderian seemed to be deeply inspired, "If we can successfully develop the mecha, it will be a revolutionary change for dragon slayer!" "

"Just imagine?"

"In the future, our students can wear mecha to participate in the battlefield of dragon slaying."

"Man of Steel!"

"Instead of being unprotected, using the most fragile and thin body to face the Dragon King with thick skin?"

"If you can," Professor von Schneider began, "the casualty rate of our students will be greatly reduced." "

Mance Rundstedt, a professor who studied mechanics deeply, was silent and did not speak.

Difference in profession makes one feel worlds apart.

Every row has every row of Mount Everest.

In other words, every row has pain points for every row.

Technology has gone through two big bangs, the last time decades ago.

It is extremely difficult to make another revolutionary breakthrough.

How could such a thing as a mecha not have been envisioned?

"You may not know," Ange, who was spitting out a cigar, suddenly began, "a group of people came up with this idea decades ago. "

"And start working on that."

"Just the appearance of the mecha, there are no less than dozens of designs."

"The materials have also been changed and changed."

"Lighter, stronger."

"The breakthroughs in these aspects are all due to the alchemy technology of the dragon clan."

"But that's not the key, it's about the motivation."

"That group of people scratched their heads, and they were never able to create energy that was small and portable, but could provide huge kinetic energy in an instant, enough to support the activity of heavy mechs."

Suddenly, from the mouth of the principal, I heard such a secret news.

I knew that there was such a group of people in the academy, engaged in such secret research work.

All three had surprised looks on their faces.

This is particularly true of Professor Mance Rundstedt.

He is a professor of this in his own right.

The itch in my heart is getting worse.

He was well aware of the difficulty and only dared to imagine in his head.

But I never thought that there were seniors who were really moving forward on this difficult and dangerous road.

Trying to climb over that mountain that can't be climbed at all!

"Who are the people...," Professor Mance Rundstedt asked tentatively, "who are they?" "

"In fact, each of our departments has a director." Ange said without thinking.

After such a mention.

Professor Mance Rundstedt thought about it, and it really was.

In every department of the college, it seems that only the deputy director can be seen.

The deputy director deals with everything in each department.

It was so from the moment he entered the academy.

He originally thought that this was a feature of the Kassel Academy, and that each department never had a chairman?

Maybe to make this place vacant forever, to commemorate something?

This is not the case, every department has a director.

"They never show up," Professor Mance Rundstedt reacted, "just doing research day and night, every day?" "

Aung nodded, "Yes. "

"In their words..."

"There's not much time left, and it's a bit wasted to spend on other things."

"Why don't you spend more time on research, which can be regarded as the last surplus value of yourself?"

"I..." said Professor Mance Rundstedt, "I still want to know who they are?" "

"Doug Jones, Jean Gruss, Blair Bittner..."

Ange said many names in a row.

In fact,

By the time the names came out, the heads of Mance Rundstedt and the two professors next to him were already down.

Doug Jones, a landmark figure in the history of nuclear physics!

Jean Gruss, the central figure who helped Eagle Sauce land on the moon!

Blair Bittner, the 'King Solomon of mathematics'!

There are too many, too many....

These people have single-handedly changed the direction of the world.

It can be said that the world was born almost under them.

These people are all printed in textbooks.

In thousands of years, the world will change, but they will still be indelible.

They will still be in books and will still be remembered by the world.

These are the people who are still doing research on mecha?

Mance Rundstedt suddenly felt that success was only a matter of time.

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[Melodious and soothing music echoes in the office.] 】

【"Encounter an intractable disease that cannot be solved? Stephen Strange rested his feet on his desk and leaned back on a recliner, looking leisurely with his eyes closed. 】

[No doctor dares to look like this during work.] 】

"Put your legs down. Dr. Palmer frowned at the reminder, and the ponytail flew behind his head. 】

[Stephen Strange smiled and didn't take it seriously. 】

[Hospital Director John, a middle-aged white man wearing reading glasses, suddenly appeared at the door, "Watch your words and deeds, Dr. Steven Strange! "】

["You are now a doctor, during your shift, please show your due professionalism! "】

["Otherwise, I don't mind, write a stroke on your file!"] "】

"Whatever you want. Stephen Strange disagreed, "Patients don't go to see a doctor's file. "】

"They just look at how many surgeries that doctor has done. "】

["How many cases have been solved that other doctors are simply helpless?"] "】

"John? "】

"Patients come here because of me, not because of this hospital. "】

"In other words, the hospital can't do without me, not I can't do without the hospital." "】

[At the door of the office, the medical staff passing by were stunned. 】

[Dare to contradict the director? 】

[Dead?] 】

[Without the expected thunder fury, John's face turned white and red, but he swallowed it abruptly and did not speak. ] 】

"So..." Stephen Strange picked up the white coat next to him and put it on. 】

["Now let's talk about it, what are the patients who can't do it?] "】

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