From scrap mecha to sci-fi heaven

There was no urgency to catch up on the way back, so the movement was naturally much slower along the way.

After walking for four days, we arrived near the Black Snake Camp.

Wang Xiaoliu's home is here, Lin Yu is also a Black Snake, and Zhang Wu has a friendship with Thunder Strike, so there is no reason to be incommunicado.

Therefore, although it was not too late, the group chose to rest at the Black Snake Camp for the night at Lin Yu's suggestion.

Kabojia and the others did not talk about their respective settlements, but Lin Yu and Zhao Xingsipot went to Zhang Wu's scrap yard first.

Old Man Zhang seemed to have returned to his previous appearance. He was lying in the small courtyard of his scrapyard, his chair swaying slightly, and a broken hat covering his face, blocking the blood-red sunset that seemed to be hotter than noon.

"Old man Zhang, something happened to you. Get up and come with us."

Lin Yu deliberately kept his voice calm and joked.

Zhang Wu excitedly took off the broken hat on his face and sat up from the recliner.

However, Old Man Zhang would inevitably ask about his current situation and the like.

After all, Lin Yu has basically never fought a normal battle during this period, and he has basically done all kinds of unbelievable operations.

"I was just passing by on my way back from a mission."

Needless to say, Zhao Xing and Spot, two guys who were eager to show off and find topics, sold him out completely.

If the protagonist of these events were to be anyone else, he would definitely not believe it.

Lin Yu chuckled, casually moved an iron pillar on something unknown from the side and sat down on it.

Of course, this was obviously not a real scare.

His relationship with Zhang Wu was actually mainly about kindness. The license for Thunder Strike was not insignificant in terms of significance and help to him.

So, sit down and chat for a few words, and then the topic is gone.

When Zhang Wu saw Lin Yu, he asked questions, but he couldn't hide the joy on his face.

After all, Zhao Xing had gone to Paradise Port with Old Man Zhang before, and they were somewhat familiar with each other, so he just respected them.

But to say how close I am to Old Man Zhang, I can't really say that. It can only be said that I feel more calm because of our normal interactions in the past.

"Haha, sit down, sit down, I'll make tea for you."

This was the first time for Spot to see Zhang Wu. The aura of Ceylon Legend was very heavy, so he was obviously a little nervous.

Compared with Lin Yu's casualness, Zhao Xing and Spot were much more reserved.

"Hello, Mr. Zhang."

"Hello Mr. Zhang... Mr. Zhang."

Zhang Wu's behavior was no different from that of an ordinary old man. He happily brought a few chairs over for the two of them to sit down, and made a few cups of tea.

"Boy Lin? Why do you have time to see me, old man?"

Lin Yu came here not only for a visit, but also to see if Old Man Zhang's crazy habit of dementia had recurred. Seeing that he was like a normal person, he immediately felt relieved.

Then, Old Man Zhang was a little confused.

But for Lin Yu, this seemed somewhat credible.

All he could say was that this kid was even more talented than he expected.

No, genius is used to describe ordinary people.

This guy should be called a monster.

"Speaking of which, Mr. Zhang, I still want to ask you for something."

After Zhao Xing and Spot made old man Zhang happy, Lin Yu suddenly changed the subject and even used the honorific.

Zhang Wu suddenly became alert and suspicious.

Lin Yu had no respect for him.

Normally speaking, with the status of a legendary S-class pilot, the influence that comes with it, whether it is in terms of skills, fame, or other substantial benefits, even if you don't really have a purpose in your heart, you will still unconsciously bring some influence. To please and to respect.

But Lin Yu was different.

From the last trip to Paradise Port, it was obvious that this kid had no interest in him. He was not willing to teach him, and he didn't even have the intention to build a relationship through this.

He doesn't like to work in the camp, coupled with the confidence and arrogance of a genius monster, this is his understanding of Lin Yu.

As the saying goes, if you have no desires, you will be strong.

Probably in his heart, there is no difference between himself and the old man from the scrapyard.

It is precisely because of this calm attitude that he is more willing to get along with him.

But now, such a confident and proud monster who doesn't like to hide in camps actually uses the honorific title to himself with a sullen face!

There is a conspiracy! There must be a huge conspiracy!

He wasn't worried about what Lin Yu wanted to gain.

But he was worried that Lin Yu wanted to trick him!

"You speak first……"

After hesitating for a moment, Zhang Wu couldn't bear to refuse the "perfect pilot" he was optimistic about after all, and suspiciously asked Lin Yu to tell him what it was about first.

"Actually, it's just a small matter. I just wanted to ask if you have any old friends or anything like that."

Lin Yu chuckled.

"You kid, have you learned how to work in a camp?"

Zhang Wu looked suspicious.

He felt a little uncomfortable, but at the same time he was relieved.

It's okay if you just introduce some connections, at least you won't be fooled.

"What is a drill camp? I just want you to introduce some seniors in technology, such as experts in network attack and defense or electronic countermeasures. The older the better."

Lin Yu rolled his eyes.

"So you want to recruit support staff? Why don't you just tell me?"

Hearing what Lin Yu said, Zhang Wu was startled, and then he laughed and cursed angrily.

He originally thought that Lin Yu wanted to use his connections to gain something.

If he could help, he would be willing to do so, but seeing Lin Yu become like a normal person, he would inevitably feel a little grudge.

However, it was obvious that he had misunderstood.

Lin Yu was still the same Lin Yu.

He just wanted him to introduce some technically competent logistics personnel, which was obviously another matter.

"Experts in information warfare, right? I do know some of them, but they are basically old guys. It's good enough if they don't have Alzheimer's disease, let alone follow you on field missions."

Zhang Wu pondered carefully and said helplessly: "How about this, I'll ask them for you to see if they have any outstanding juniors or something like that."

"No, no, no, I want old experts! The older the better!"

Lin Yu's eyes lit up, and he clapped his hands in admiration, directly rejecting Zhang's subsequent words, saying: "Do you have an address and contact number? Give me a few of the oldest ones."

"You don't think that experts are more powerful as they get older, right? Those old guys are already antiques, their thinking can't keep up with the times, and their brains are not very smart..."

Zhang Wu was confused by Lin Yu's performance.

He wanted experienced information warfare experts, which he could understand.

After all, these are all indispensable roles in a mecha group. Pilots are invincible in frontal combat, but they are quite constrained by electronic and network means, so many mecha groups always have logistics personnel in this area.

But we need old experts, and the older the better?

What is this?

"I have my own plan. Just tell me their address and contact information. You don't need to introduce them. I will go to negotiate myself."

Lin Yu smiled and kept it a secret.

"Okay, just know it in your mind."

Zhang Wu hesitated and pondered for a moment, and made a decision that made him regret for half his life, and made his "old friends" want to travel through time and space to strangle him to death.

Of course, this is a later story.

At this moment, after he agreed, he said to Lin Yu: "The Pilot Association actually has some welfare institutions under its name. Many pilots and logistics personnel of the mecha group will choose to live in the nursing homes under the name of the association. Some retired people with injuries and illnesses will also live in them..."

"Can I go in?"

Lin Yu's eyes brightened.

"Do you think my Thunderstrike signboard is just for show?"

Old man Zhang proudly put his hands behind his back: "I can live in any nursing home of the association if I want."

I understand.

Lin Yu automatically translated old man Zhang's words into human language in his mind.

The association must have given old man Zhang some permissions in the beginning, intending to let him live in its own nursing home.

Although he didn't go, he had the permissions, and with the Thunderstrike signboard, he could naturally get through without any obstacles.

"Great, old man Zhang, you helped me a lot this time, you are worthy of being an S-class pilot, you are really impressive!"

After receiving a favor from someone again, Lin Yu naturally cooperated with old man Zhang to show off, and gave him a thumbs up from the bottom of his heart.

"That's right."

Old man Zhang smiled so much that the wrinkles on his face overlapped like an old chrysanthemum.