Chapter 1502 Interstellar Rescue Team 50
Wen Jing: [This is my answer.]
Song Jinhuan was still taking a nap when she heard the notification sound. Annoyed, she immediately muted it, shifted to a more comfortable position, and continued to rest.
Wen Jing would glance at the StarNet every now and then, and as soon as a message notification popped up, she would eagerly click to check it out.
Each time, I was disappointed.
The dialog box remained unresponsive.
He waited and waited, sitting for a while before standing up, taking a few steps, and glancing down at the StarNet.
After finally getting a new message, it turned out to be a trivial article push.
The wait was a bit long.
Later, having received no reply for a long time, he withdrew from the StarNet as if to escape, and went to the mecha pilot's place alone.
"Add a seat?" The mech pilot pushed up his glasses, tools in hand, as he crawled into a dilapidated mech.
Wen Jing gestured in the air a few times, "The space is a bit small, sometimes it's too cramped for one more person."
The mecha pilot aptly stated, "If we add a position, we'll have to change its carrying capacity."
"Many things need to be changed, and it is very likely that it will not be as agile as before."
"Besides, everyone has their own armor, so how could there be an extra person?"
Soldiers often jokingly refer to their armor as their other half, their wife or husband.
Everyone cherishes their signature armor, and unless there are special circumstances, they do not allow anyone else to use it casually.
Wen Jing replied inscrutably, "You don't understand."
The mech pilot suddenly understood; it must be a classified mission that couldn't be disclosed.
"Okay, I'll modify it for you."
"Main mecha or secondary mecha?"
Without the slightest hesitation, Wen Jing said, "Change them all."
"Modify the main mecha first."
"Forget it, let's get a new one."
"Do you have any new stock here? It needs to look nice and perform well."
The mech pilot then realized, "You're in a relationship?"
Upon hearing this, Wen Jing's heart skipped a beat. "No."
The mecha pilot understood that this was something that hadn't been discussed yet.
However, they're already investing so much in something before it's even a real object—mecha!
A mech doesn't come cheap.
He led Wen Jing to the mecha showroom and pointed to a rabbit-shaped mecha, saying, "How about this one? It looks cute and flies quite fast. Although the two rabbit ears are somewhat of a hindrance, its exquisite appearance is its main advantage."
Wen Jing glanced at it and said, "No."
"It should not only be exquisite in appearance and agile in speed, but also have a hard shell, and preferably be equipped with cannons and two escape pods."
The mecha pilot almost thought he was hallucinating. "You're not an admiral, you also have more than a dozen mechas. Mechas have always had a single attribute. They have an indestructible shell, which means they are inherently bulky and slow in flight."
"Its swift and lightweight flight means that its shell is fragile and cannot withstand strong attacks."
Not to mention the need for an attack system and an additional escape pod, all of which add to the weight.
You can't have your cake and eat it too.
I never knew that General Wen could be so greedy.
Wen Jing frowned.
The mecha pilot's eyes lit up. "I remember a mecha. It's not the fastest, but it's stronger than average. Its defense isn't the strongest, but it's tougher than average mechas."
Wen Jing raised an eyebrow. "Let me see."
Mech pilot: "But its appearance is that of an eagle, which might not be suitable for girls."
Wen Jing gave him a puzzled look. "As long as it looks nice, isn't that enough?"
Mechs have no gender distinction.
The mecha pilot strode up to the mecha and said, "I can give you a discount."
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