I, Sakazuki, Will Not Take a Dog Easily

Until, Brain Hole has always proposed a solution to the novel expedition veterans.

Although seriously suspicious of this group of guys with pits in the brain circuit, the doctors who were helpless with mental trauma took a try and agreed to the intervention of the expeditionary army.

"Hey! Major General Salazar, want revenge, right?" The veterans argued verbally, taking advantage of the medical doctors and the rest of the Warden's troops to conduct multiple consultations outside the door and pry open the convalescent cabin directly.

"Let Luo pick him up with an artificial limb, and blink like a new one."

"Does the robotic arm know? It's better to take this opportunity..."

There are so many veterans with mental trauma in the Burning Legion that they are not as worried as the doctors.

They only need to know that the current state of Salazar has been out of danger, so it is ojbk.

The eager discussion finally came to an abrupt end with a piece of news-"But Luo is still tossing about some **** research in the office of Dr. Watson's dwarf."

Finally, the plan was finalized in the weird eyes of everyone shining with cross-star light.

"Then the whole body is mechanical! Anyway, it is not suitable for Luo to dismantle it and replace it with a man-made clone."

Seeing that everyone in the expeditionary army was actually planning to carry themselves into the pacifist R&D center, Salazar, who wanted to kill Captain Jack, was finally distracted by this reckless move: "Before you reform, let me say a word. Who among you has passed the electronic component operation certificate?"

The veterans looked at each other, what the **** was that?

Seeing the slightly dull and stupid faces of a group of muscular men, the wounded had to concentrate 200% of their energy on the unreliable actions of the expeditionary army.

"At least someone has read the instructions?!" Salazar looked desperate.

The answer to him was the veterans' righteous answer without any hesitation.

"Hahaha, what nonsense are you talking about? Pure men never read the instructions."

"Don't worry, this kind of thing is very simple!"

Those brothers who have alcohol in their heads are so confident, which stems from the use and operation of electronic devices such as projection videophone bugs and central control room monitor screens.

The mentality of the veterans is just like the treatment of mobile phones in the previous life of Sakazuki.

Most people just fiddle with it for two more days. Rare buyers will read the instructions and the terms of the agreement word by word a few times—not a freak like Feng Bujue.

Most people will subconsciously ignore those thick stacks of instructions just in front of them.

Anyway, there is a button, catch a blind Ji Bo and press it, and I can get it done.

The veteran took out a can of beer and signaled that Salazar could warm up before the transformation: "Come on, take a drink first, considering that the serious injury is not healed, I won't drink you."

"Let's press this first, yes, try this again." The stunned veterans held the wine bottle in one hand, and fiddled with the buttons and pressure gauges on the console with the other hand.

"Huh? Why did it show the red light?"

"Hey! Didn't you say that you can handle this thing?!" Salazar didn't even dare to think of his brain-filled enemies this time, and was startled by the gang of turtle grandchildren, and focused all his attention back.

Don't come back from the pirate's hands. If you change your hands, you will die in your own frustration, and the fun will be great.

"Hahahaha, obviously it was just an accident just now," the veteran who was lying on the console pouting his **** for research laughed, and gave the major general a gesture of relief.

[The most unreasonable thing is that you press the buttons indiscriminately! 】

Major General Salazar was extremely helpless. He made the last effort to try to recapture his transformation right from the barbarians: "Can I wait for the professional pilots of the Templar Warden troops to operate??"

"Don't worry, we are professional. We also assisted the boatman in repairing the cylinder before!" The muscle brothers of the expeditionary army promised, patting their chests.

But Saracha doesn’t believe me at all, just these guys are not bad if they don’t help.

"Can you tell me how you repaired the cylinder?" Ren Gun tried to analyze the truth from the other party's words.

"If there is a problem, it is OK to slap a few hard with the palm of your hand, hahaha, it's easy, isn't it?"

"..."

"Poke this first, yes! The button turns green all the way. Those chart disks are all from the smallest to the largest. You don't care what the data is, you don't understand it anyway."

"Oh, look, the machine really started moving!" The dogs of the expeditionary army cheered and jumped for joy.

The huge mechanical fixing plate firmly locks Salazar in the middle, and the man with severed hands and feet cannot move, so he has to watch the mechanical arm manipulated by the pitted comrades slowly approaching him with extremely horrified eyes.

"Now, let's try that exaggerated three-clamp hand first."

One of them pointed to the three-dimensional pattern named [Smasher] on the screen to indicate to the others.

The big-hearted veteran pretends to be pensive, putting his hand on his chin: "I think it's OK"

Salazar immediately rejected: "I don't think it will work!"

"Report! The robotic arm is in place! Friends upstairs! Friends in town! Friends in the sea! Righteous navy man, raise your hands!"

"Ula!!"

Muscles and clubs, holding up the wine bottle, intending to witness the birth of the latest naval reformer.

Great stay (≧ω≦)/

After being tossed in succession, seeing the robotic arm keep moving closer, Salazar said in grief and angrily: "You should let me die..."

Author's message:

PS1: I was invited to watch a performance by the Belarusian National Song and Dance Ensemble, so the update is a bit late. Enthusiastic, passionate and full of ethnic style dances, the last Katyusha is full of emotions.

PS2: The old friend Black Moon next door opened a new pit, "Hello, Black Moon Sauce", only 23,000 words, but he promised me not to grumble... If you want to try the poison, you can check it out and give feedback here. a bit.

PS3: Kazuka Nakano, my wife.

Just go home and rest for one night

I have some cold today and feel unwell. . . Leave for one night.

I'm sorry to remind everyone to keep warm. Please be sure to add clothes when entering and leaving heated rooms.

It turns out that even for a short while, it is really possible to catch a cold.

PS: I don’t want to take cold medicine. Are there any more reliable folk remedies?

334. Do you think you can stop writing papers if you fight a war? (superior)

Just when Major General Salazar thought he was determined to be tossed to death by the expeditionary gangsters today, the door of the laboratory was pushed open.

"Kay...Mr. Caesar, help!!" Salazar spent so many years in the Templar Warden, and he recognized at a glance the natural gas fruit capable person who turned into a powder body and drifted in.

Although compared to Bega Punk, the chief scientist of the scientific force, M. Caesar Courant's internal reviews and rumors are not very good.