star wars strongest infantry

Chapter 112 Invitation to Force

The question of making a gun is far more difficult for Gouzi than the previous two questions. Even if there is a complete instrument in front of him, after all, what he did on the Whitebeard spacecraft before was disassembly and assembly. It was the first time in his life that he became one with those parts and instruments, and it was the first time in his life to produce a finished product.

It took nearly an hour, even at the risk of being injured, to reach into the inside of the instrument to grope. After paying such a price, the return is of course very good. 1 parts of materials have become 5 successful finished products, which are placed on the in front of Turner.

"Out of 100 points, how many points do you think you can get?" Turner checked the five guns one by one. Gouzi's craftsmanship is very good, and each one is almost perfect. He put down the last gun and asked Gouzi.

Gouzi thought for a while, and cautiously stretched out a finger.

"100 points? Indeed, the first time you came into contact with this kind of knowledge, you made 5 guns without any failure. It is indeed enough to be proud of, but unfortunately, I can only give you 60 points. Point." Turner smiled and shook his head.

Seeing the unbelievable and extremely unconvinced expression on Gouzi's face, Turner smiled again and asked, "I didn't expect that I didn't even reach the score of the first choice?"

Gouzi nodded, Turner smiled slightly, and said sternly: "Actually, even if you use one waste of materials to make these guns, I may give you 100 points, or you can get two waste materials. The high score of 90 points is due to the meticulous inspection before you start, what do you think is the most important thing as a mechanic?"

This time, without giving Gouzi time to think, Turner continued: "Materials? Or research results? Which one do you want to talk about? I have to tell you, neither! The most important thing is always the mechanic himself! The materials are endless." , There are tens of thousands of research projects, but there is only one person. Once the mechanic himself has a problem, no matter how many materials and research topics are placed in front of you, there is nothing you can do, and you just put your hand into the instrument. Inside, this is a big taboo, you know, just now when you were groping, I only need to press one of the buttons lightly, and your two hands and even your entire arm will become a puddle of meat sauce , without your hands, what do you use to research and make?"

Gouzi hung his head, and the huge beads of cold sweat on his head were clearly visible. The image was indescribably pitiful. Turner slapped him on the head angrily and said, "Okay, there's no need to put on such a pitiful look." The reason why I stood by the side from the beginning to the end is to prevent accidents, gain wisdom from a fall, and don't do it again in the future. Today's class is over, you go and kill these 5 guns ... Sasabian will send it there, and go to accompany your little girlfriend by the way."

"Thank you, Brother Turner." Gouzi saluted Turner respectfully, put the gun into the special toolbox, turned and walked outside.

"Gouzi!" Turner suddenly called out to stop Gouzi again, and said with a smile, "Although you made a mistake, this cannot conceal your extraordinary talent. Now you have surpassed 90% of the mechanics in this universe." Get on it, work harder, and strive to become the 1%, or even 0% who stand on the top."

"En!" Until then, Gouzi smiled again on his shrewd face, nodded heavily, and left lightly.

"Brat, you have really strong self-esteem." Turner smiled with satisfaction. Although he was ruthless during the previous education, he was always secretly proud that he could use an instrument that he had never seen before. To create a nearly perfect gun, such an apprentice is not so easy to find in the entire universe.

After completing the teaching task and the task of opening Sasabian's eyes, Turner is finally free and ready to start doing some things of his own. After successfully taking up the job as a mechanical apprentice, he has not done any of the planned things.

Leaving the base of the Whitebeard team with Gouzi, Turner followed the route in his mind and walked to a place in District 4, which was a free trade market. In Turner's memory, the things he wanted to manufacture were as follows: Several key materials can be found there.

At the same time, Turner also wants to see how many people are likely to participate in the next thunderstorm.

Dark Star is the base camp of those people, but Turner's understanding of this place is not necessarily worse than theirs. Not long after leaving the base, Turner turned around, left the main road, and turned into a side alleyway. Five groups of stalkers were found by Turner.

After discovering these 5 groups of people, the feeling of being spied on has not disappeared. It is obvious that there are more people hiding in the dark watching him. Turner no longer tries to lure these people out and walks towards the market .

Turner continued to walk through the small alleys. Of course, he chose this road not only to attract people who were following and watching, but also a shortcut to the market. But not far away, an ominous feeling emerged from the bottom of his heart.

The feeling of being spied on is gone!
Those people followed and monitored Turner, obviously not to see him pressing the road, to see his ultimate goal, and to infer that the Whitebeard team has any cards that can cooperate with Sasabian. Not following, there is only one reason...

Turner stopped, took out the alloy dagger that he had been wearing close to his body, leaned his back against the wall on one side, and entered a state of absolute caution.

The sound of hurried footsteps sounded very dense. After a while, several people holding energy weapons appeared on both sides, and two of them were actually holding light energy cannons in their hands!
The people on both sides raised their guns and approached Turner slowly, and the person leading the way on the right raised his voice: "Mr. Turner, my master ordered me to come here. Please, Mr. Turner, come and have a gathering."

"Is this how you invite people? You don't seem to be very polite, and, on the dark star, do you really dare to shoot?" Turner sneered.

"In this piece of Bermuda, there is nothing that my master is afraid to do." The leader also smiled, but his smile was cold and mixed with a bit of arrogance!

Turner was secretly shocked. Artificial planets made of various alloy materials could not be compared with real planets made of earth and rock. Once a large firefight occurred inside, it was very likely to damage the core of the artificial planet and cause the entire planet to disintegrate. , There are no less than 10 artificial planets disintegrated in this way.

Therefore, every man-made planet has extremely strict control over weapons. No one is allowed to use energy weapons inside the planet. Once caught, they will never be lenient. And these people not only use energy weapons, but also energy cannons !
Turner's mind was spinning, and he quickly analyzed two points from their actions. First, the masters of these people should belong to the members of the Joint Governance Committee, and they should be members of the high-ranking ones; second, the situation in the Dark Star It has developed to the brink of explosion, these people have not hidden at all, and brought the hidden conflict to the surface!
Turner's thoughts turned, but there was no change on the surface. He still said coldly: "Hmph, if I refuse, will you kill me immediately?"

The leader didn't answer, but judging from his expression and the actions of the others who immediately clenched their guns, Turner was right.

"It's a pity, even so, I refuse!" Turner sneered, and with a sudden force on his back, he slammed into the wall that he had secretly slashed open with the alloy dagger.

With a bang, Turner leaned against the wall and fell inside, avoiding the energy rays from both sides just right!

(End of this chapter)