Pirate Love System

A few minutes later.

By the stream, a giant python more than ten meters long was skinned and cramped, lying on the bank without making a sound, while Nuo Xia was humming a tune, squatting by the stream, and skillfully washing the python's skin with water.

That's right, the figure he just caught a glimpse of from the corner of his eye was none other than this giant python.

In the primeval forest, this giant python with a terrifying size can be regarded as the top of the food chain. Its speed is astonishing, but it is obviously impossible to escape from Nuo Xia's hands.

"Done!"

After cleaning, Nuo Xia stood up, looked at the "Real Snakeskin Bag" in his hand, and nodded with satisfaction, "It's solid enough and big enough, and it won't be a problem to install hundreds of chips."

Next, it’s time to officially start killing monsters.

Nuo Xia looked deep into the forest, and there were faint sounds coming from many directions. They were obviously the sounds made by the prospective graduates of the elite battalion fighting with combat robots.

His eyes passed over these without stopping, and he continued to search carefully. Finally, with the help of his sight, he was keenly aware of the unusual movement at seven o'clock.

Over there, trees fell in pieces, and the earth trembled and roared, as if there was some huge monster running rampant.

"I finally found an AE type robot..."

Nuo Xia walked on the moon steps without hesitation, borrowing strength from the top of the treetops, and swept away wildly. His eyes flashed slightly, with a cold light, "Then let's start with you!"

The AE model robot is as powerful as a brigadier general in the headquarters. Most recruits avoid it, but Nuo Xia is the complete opposite.

Ever since Dr. Ent announced that there are eight AE robots in the forest, the points provided by these eight large robots have become his primary goal in the next three days!

——Don’t worry about anything else for the moment, let’s eat the 16,000 points guarantee first!

…………

A tall white tower in the test base, in the control room.

Surveillance phone bugs all over the forest are transmitting pictures in the forest back in real time. There are hundreds of screens in the huge monitoring room.

Dozens of staff were sitting in front of the screen, supervising and observing the camera footage. Some of them were officers from the headquarters brought over by Zefa, and quite a few were scientists at the test base.

After all, this situation is somewhat special.

It is not only a practical assessment for prospective graduates, but also the first large-scale practical test of the first-generation combat machine by the headquarters' scientific research institute.

"Machine AD-71 defeated a prospective graduate two minutes ago. It only suffered minor injuries to its limbs, and its overall performance was excellent."

"Machine AD-21 has defeated three prospective graduates in a row. It has also been severely damaged. It has triggered its self-repair mechanism and is returning to the base on foot. The overall performance is excellent."

"Machine AD-43, under siege by two prospective graduates, persisted for thirty minutes and was defeated. The chip has been taken away. The overall performance is good."

…

Reports from record-keeping personnel continued to sound.

Listening to these achievements, Dr. Ent pushed up the gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose with a look of satisfaction on his face.

"Mr. Zefa, you see, there was always public opinion in our headquarters that we were simply squandering funds by manufacturing and developing combat robots, and they were actually of no use at all!"

He turned to look at Zefa and said with a smile, "Now it seems that this technology still has some prospects!"

AD model robots are not too expensive and can be mass-produced on assembly lines.

In contrast, the prospective graduates who came to participate in the actual combat assessment have spent several years training in the elite camp of the headquarters and spent countless efforts and resources of the headquarters.

Although the upper limit of human growth cannot be matched by machines, the average performance of the two is now roughly at the same level, which is enough for Dr. Ent to straighten his back.

In the future, when you ask for funding from your superiors, you don’t have to endure huge pressure and hesitate to speak out.

Zefa glanced at him without any comment or objection.

"I remember that when you contacted us before, you also felt that the combat robots were not qualified in terms of strength or quantity."

Dr. Ente smiled again and said, "You don't have to worry now. In my opinion, your disciples will not be able to clean up the robots in the forest, not to mention three days, even a week..."

"Don't talk too much, doctor."

Zefa held a toothpick in his mouth, glanced at the screen on a monitor at the top, and said with a hint of saltiness:

"I have never objected to your research and development of robots, and I am even looking forward to it. However, I still feel that the number of robots you put in the forest is too small, not enough, far from enough..."

Is this still less?

Dr. Ent was stunned. In addition to eight AE model robots, there were two to three thousand AC model small robots in the forest.

As for the backbone, there are about 400 AD types that can compete with elite battalion disciples alone.

Judging from the current situation, how can it be solved in three days?

At this moment, a series of rapid reports sounded one after another, awakening his thoughts:

"Machine AD-32 was defeated by a graduate. The chip was taken away. The battle lasted one and a half seconds. The overall performance was extremely poor!"

"AD-13 machine was defeated by a graduate. The chip was taken away. The battle lasted one second. The overall performance was extremely poor!"

"Machine AD-37 was defeated by a graduate. The chip was taken away. The battle lasted one second. The overall performance was extremely poor!"

…

In just a short moment, news of the scrapping of more than a dozen AD-type machines came almost in no particular order.

Zefa smiled slightly and seemed not surprised at all, while Dr. Ent was shocked and hurriedly came to the monitoring screen and looked at a certain screen under the guidance of the staff.

In the picture, a black figure flies through the forest like lightning.

The robots encountered along the way, whether they were AC models or AD models, could not even stop them for a moment. The former punched out at random, and then exploded and scrapped instantly, and the chip was taken away.

"..."

Dr. Ent almost stared out his eyes, "How could there be such a monster...Who is this guy?"

"Romanov Nosha."

Now it was the turn of the surrounding naval captains to cast surprised glances, "No, you don't know?"

What is your reaction? Why should I know about a recruit who has not yet graduated? Is he famous?

Dr. Ent had a confused look on his face. He had been immersed in scientific research all year round. He never left the base gate and rarely paid attention to the news in newspapers. He had never heard of Nosha's name at all.

However... even the AD model robots are no match for this guy. It seems that he is indeed formidable and powerful.

I'm afraid only those big AE machines can punish the opponent, right?