Chapter 226: Wow? The Power Fist is Lost! (3K)
After three rounds of drinks.
The lively atmosphere in the base hall became even more lively.
However, for the people present whose metabolic rates are several times or even dozens of times faster than that of ordinary people, all this is just the beginning.
The servo-skull Raditus kept circling around the one-armed Old John and Connors.
It drives the anti-gravity engine like an annoying headless fly.
It repeatedly promoted its robotic arm transformation plan to two disabled people.
At this moment, Connors, with a flushed face, seemed to be drunk.
He used his profound knowledge to refute Reditus's exaggerated mechanical theory with unclear words.
He even complained about the many disadvantages and side effects of mechanical modification on the human physique.
However, this also caused a counterattack from the Servo Skull.
Suddenly, a bloody battle without the smoke of gunpowder broke out in the knowledge battlefield between technical priests and biologists.
However, old John, who was standing aside and watching the show quietly, was somewhat moved.
But he also noticed the growing tension between Connors and Raditus.
Old John, who has become more shrewd than ever, decides to find time to meet with Servo Skull alone to discuss the transformation plan.
Located in another corner of the base hall.
Iron Man David, standing on the metal platform, was shaking his slightly hunched metal body.
Right in front of it, there was a huge barbecue grill with a blazing charcoal fire.
Iron Man David quickly grilled slices of Grox steaks that were several inches thick, making a sizzling sound as the fat overflowed.
After the steaks were cooked, they were quickly distributed to the people who had been standing around waiting for a long time.
Everyone who tastes the Grox steak will give a thumbs up to Iron Man David from the bottom of their hearts.
I just don't know whether they admire the quality of the steak itself.
I still want to praise Iron Man David's barbecue skills which are precise to the millimeter.
It's not far from Iron Man David's barbecue platform.
Bucky, with a serious expression, was asking the gang dogs surrounding him to stay away for a while.
Then he used his mechanical arm to pick up a flamethrower filled with promethium.
He began to spray a pile of ant bull cans placed on the metal floor with almost ruthless violence.
The next moment, a shocking scene that stunned the surrounding gang dogs suddenly appeared in front of everyone.
Right below the flamethrower, where the heat is intense enough to melt human tissue.
The piled-up ant-cow cans actually began to shake violently!
There seemed to be bursts of sharp hissing sounds echoing all around from inside the tightly sealed can.
It was as if what was inside was not ant meat at all, but some kind of terrifying creature with extremely strong vitality!
At this moment, sitting next to the metal round table.
Rorschach, who was chewing the Grox steak repeatedly in his mouth, suddenly turned his head to look at the crowd that was causing a small commotion.
He looked at Bucky, who was laughing while holding a flamethrower.
I couldn't help but shake my head and let out a chuckle.
"Haha, young people just have too little experience..."
Soon after, a sturdy gang dog came to the metal round table holding a glass full of wine.
The other party, with a very nervous expression, first expressed his loyalty to Rorschach.
Then he carefully raised the wine glass in his palm towards Rorschach.
With a smile on his face, Rorschach put down the knife and fork in his hand without hesitation.
He picked up his glass, clinked it with the other person's, and drank it all in one gulp.
Until the sharp taste of the wine slowly went down your throat.
As his thoughts raced, Rorschach barely recognized the gang dog in front of him.
The other party was the Franky he had met a long time ago.
Franky was very excited that Rorschach actually remembered a small person like him.
For a moment, I couldn't even speak clearly.
Rorschach himself was not too surprised by this.
He just remembered a familiar looking gang dog.
So, with a gentle expression, Rorschach first asked about Franky's family situation.
He smiled and encouraged the other person a few words.
Then, the conversation with Franky ended.
Wait until Franky, with a smile on his face, turns around and leaves.
Having regained his composure, Rorschach began to eat the food in front of him frantically again.
It seems that with the increase in Astartes transformation surgeries.
His already terrifying appetite also increased day by day...
About six hours later.
This extremely lively banquet finally came to an end.
Wait until the drunken people dispersed.
After returning to their own territory.
Iron Man David, with blue light flashing in his eyes, began to command the automatic servo robots.
I cleaned up the oil stains and fallen garbage on the metal floor.
Even the well-trained gang dogs try their best to maintain a sanitary environment in the venue.
But there are always unexpected situations that are difficult to control.
For example, the charred marks left by Bucky using a flamethrower to burn the Ant Bull cans.
Or maybe it was the vomit that Connors vomited out because of a physical reaction after drinking too much.
At this moment, Rorschach, who had eaten and drunk his fill, passed by Iron Man David holding a thick book.
He said hello to Iron Man David.
And thanked the other party for the great help in the entire banquet.
Then, Rorschach returned to his private lounge with a smile on his face, intending to continue reading and learning to read.
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"What did you say? Did Raditus tell you that the power glove I sent was lost?"
Rorschach, who was lying on the metal bed and reading about the romantic affair between the Rogue Trader and the Ark Eldar, suddenly opened his eyes wide.
He quickly stood up and closed the heavy book in his palm.
Rorschach stared at the Iron Man David who was reporting the unexpected situation in front of him, and asked with a puzzled expression:
"David, can you explain to me what it means to be lost?"
"If Raditus accidentally broke the power fist, I wouldn't say anything. After all, it's for our research work. We shouldn't find such a poor excuse to do the job, right?"
"My Lord, I am also puzzled by this..."
"But according to what Reditus reported, it might have been lost, and I think the situation at the time was probably like this..."
Iron man David, with his hunched metal back, couldn't help but spread out his metal palms.
It shook its metal head slightly.
The flashing blue light in his eyes stared at Rorschach and said slowly:
"Just 24 hours ago, you obtained a power glove through a 'miracle', and you chose to have an automatic servo robot deliver it to Raditus in the foundry."
"According to the testimony provided by Reditus, since it was working on another extremely difficult scientific research project at the time, it just followed its usual habit and ordered the automatic servo robot to wait on the side."
"According to normal practice, this situation will continue until the project in Raditus's hands is completely successful or encounters difficulties that make it difficult to proceed. Only then will it gradually remember the other thing it has forgotten."
"But by coincidence, the grand news of your round table barbecue meeting made the impatient Raditus temporarily give up the scientific research project at hand. It also accidentally saw the power glove, but Raditus was eager to attend the banquet. He just ordered the automatic servo robot to put the power glove on the casting platform, and then it left the foundry alone."
"After the banquet was over, Reditus, who had been planning to study the power gloves, was stopped by Old John, who asked him about the installation of the mechanical arm."
"Reditus, who had just had a great debate with the drunk Connors about biological transformation and mechanical transformation, immediately became emotional and began to popularize the many benefits of mechanical transformation to Old John."
"According to Raditus's own recollection, this wonderful sermon lasted about forty minutes... After Old John said goodbye to it, Raditus returned to the foundry and immediately went to look for the power gauntlet, intending to disassemble it and study its structure..."
"However, it couldn't find the power glove on the foundry platform no matter what. After searching almost the entire foundry workshop, Reditus finally overcame the fear of losing the equipment and chose to tell me about it. I immediately reported to you..."
"My Lord, this is probably the whole story of how your power fists were lost. Although it is mixed with some of my reasoning and speculation, the probability of restoring the truth is close to 98%."
At this moment, Iron Man David subconsciously crossed his metal palms and slowly asked Rorschach, who was frowning,
"My Lord, do you have any other ideas now? Do you need me to summon Raditus to come in and explain it to you in person?"
"Tsk... David, I don't think it's useful to look for Raditus, because this matter may have nothing to do with it. There is one thing I need to let you know, that is, there is an ancient 'machine soul' in this power glove. I guess it is the other party who is playing tricks on us!"
Rorschach took a deep breath and stood up from the metal bed.
He squinted his eyes and said to David, the Iron Man standing beside him:
"Notify all personnel in the base and summon all automatic servo robots. Mobilize them all and seal off every entrance and exit of the base!"
"I just don't believe this. What kind of trouble can a power fist with its own 'machine soul' do? Can it escape from this base?"
Rorschach twisted his neck left and right and couldn't help but baring his sharp fangs from his mouth.
He subconsciously raised his sturdy arms and swung them fiercely at the Iron Man David standing in front of him:
"Search! Even if you have to dig the entire base three feet deep, you must find it!"
"As you command, my Lord."
At this moment, Iron Man David, with a faint blue light flashing in his eyes, shook his metal head.
He bowed to Rorschach, who had an unhappy expression on his face.
Thank you for your support!
(End of this chapter)