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"Uh, Mr. Stark said he was still recovering in the hospital, and Dr. Reed…"
Before Dr. Spah Szedifier could finish, a tall, gaunt figure, covered in dust, pushed the door open. It was none other than Reed Richards.
"Sorry, Officer Pentecost, I was at NASA earlier for an important meeting about solar winds. As soon as it ended, I rushed over without delay."
Reed Richards put down his briefcase and walked over to Stacker Pentecost. Looking through the glass window at the Female Muto Mecha in the hangar, he couldn't help but exclaiming,
"What a beautiful mechanical creation!"
Stacker Pentecost, however, was not as optimistic. He said with a heavy heart, "I hope this test succeeds, because… we really can't afford to delay any longer!"
This statement was by no means an exaggeration.
Since the PPDC Organization was established, in just a few short months, the number of member nations had plummeted from an initial 185 to a mere 62!
And most of them were small countries with little power, unable to provide much financial support.
Even so, the number of member nations was still continuously decreasing…
Stacker Pentecost truly had unspeakable difficulties regarding this!
The reason the PPDC Organization had fallen into such a dire situation was, of course, all thanks to Karl's DiDi Substitute Driving Service.
So, if the PPDC Organization didn't quickly produce some results, who knew how many member nations would be left in the end!
Five minutes flashed by.
Soon, the full-machine operational test of the 001 Female Muto Mecha officially began.
Everyone watched the hangar nervously.
"Pilot helmet data loading, relay gel injecting into circuit armor suit…"
"Cockpit closed and locked, 001 Mecha head preparing to descend…"
"Female Muto Mecha ready for descent and release…"
"Authorization to descend!"
As the command was issued, the enormous Mecha head began to slide down along the guide rails on both sides, and after dozens of seconds, it heavily pressed onto the Mecha body below.
Click, click—
A series of loud clanking sounds of parts locking into place was heard.
The head and body of the giant Mecha perfectly combined.
The large energy supply device on its chest lit up with a circular, fluorescent White glow.
From afar, it looked like an enlarged Arc Reactor from an Iron Man Suit.
And indeed, it was.
The power core used by the Hunter Mecha derived its energy from Tony Stark's Arc Reactor technology… Yes, it was free!
"Docking and interaction successful…"
"Initiating pilot interaction program, pilot interaction in progress…"
"001 Female Muto Mecha's first full-machine test run begins. Pilot's neural interaction will commence in fifteen seconds…"
"Fifteen, fourteen… three, two, one, neural interaction activated… neural interaction perfect!"
"Left hemisphere auto-calibrating, right hemisphere auto-calibrating… verification passed, transmitting…"
The colossal Female Muto Mecha, controlled by two pilots, slowly raised one of its massive forelimbs and stomped it heavily on the ground.
Bang—
The entire hangar shook violently with it.
Immediately after, this behemoth, approximately 96 meters tall and weighing about 3800 tons, began to slowly move out of the hangar.
Then, in the open area, it proceeded to perform the next stage of pre-planned combat action tests.
"Oh, it looks like the test is quite successful!"
Reed Richards said triumphantly, "Mr. Pentecost, thank you for choosing my plan earlier. I believe the era belonging to the PPDC and the Hunter Mecha will officially arrive!"
"Dr. Reed, the pleasure is mine…"
Just as Stacker Pentecost was about to exchange pleasantries with a smile, a shrill alarm suddenly blared in the control room without warning.
"Warning! Warning! Pilot disorientation…"
Dr. Spah Szedifier rushed to the main console immediately, looking at the abnormal data report on it, and exclaimed in shock, "Oh no, both pilots are disoriented at the same time!"
Stacker Pentecost questioned with an incredulous look, "How is that possible? Their Synchronization Rate is so high, why would they both get disoriented simultaneously?"
"Try to wake the pilots immediately. Don't let them get trapped in their memories."
"Officer, this is bad! The 001 Female Muto Mecha is activating its weapon system, and the plasma cannon is charging…"
At this moment, the mouth of the giant Mecha in the plaza had already split open, aiming its Attack Unit, which was gathering an azure energy, at the hangar where Stacker Pentecost and the others were located.
Σ(⊙▽⊙"a??
Holy crap?!
Oh my God!!!
Seeing this, Stacker Pentecost immediately roared, "Damn it, stop them quickly! Activate the failsafe device immediately!"
Dr. Spah Szedifier pressed a red emergency button several times in a row, then said with a bitter face,
"Off… Officer, the failsafe device has malfunctioned, the neural resistor has malfunctioned… Their interaction with the Mecha is too strong!"
"Fuck."
Stacker Pentecost was so anxious he almost swore. He was about to order everyone to evacuate the control room immediately, but then he heard Reed Richards loudly remind him from the side,
"Quick, immediately remotely cut off the Mecha's main power!"
The staff immediately scrambled to comply.
Thank goodness!
The next second, the central control system's prompt sounded, "Weapon system disconnected, neural interaction system terminated… Neural interaction test failed this time."
Phew—
Everyone couldn't help but let out a long sigh of relief.
This was definitely a narrow escape from death!
A few minutes later, news came from the maintenance personnel who had entered the Mecha.
"Officer, one of the two pilots died on the spot, and the other is in a deep coma. The cause of the accident is temporarily unknown…"
Upon hearing this, Stacker Pentecost's face immediately became incredibly solemn. He looked somewhat annoyed at Reed Richards, who was standing beside him as if nothing had happened.
You jinx, why can't you just be a quiet spectator?
However.
Reed Richards, completely unaware that he was being disliked, asked casually at this moment,
"Mr. Pentecost, I see in the report that there seems to be a backup group of pilots… So, shall we try again?"
Whoosh—
All the staff in the control room turned their heads in unison to look at Reed Richards, casting extremely unfriendly glances.
Please, can you jinx do us a favor and disappear from here quickly?
You actually want to try again?
Are you a little disappointed that we weren't blown to bits by a single shot?
We'll draw a circle and curse you!
But who would have thought that Stacker Pentecost would order directly without even thinking, "Immediately replace the pilots and proceed with the next test."
"Huh?"
Everyone, including Dr. Spah Szedifier, was instantly dumbfounded.
No, Officer, do you have to be so urgent?
Are you really in a hurry to reincarnate?
At least let us calm down a bit.
"Execute the order."
Stacker Pentecost's tone gradually became stern, "The accident just now was very likely caused by improper operation by the pilots, so this possibility must be ruled out in the upcoming test!"
For him, there was already no turning back now.
If this test failed, the PPDC Organization would probably have no tomorrow!
So, even if it meant gambling his life, Stacker Pentecost had to try this time.
Before long, the second group of pilots successfully entered the cockpit.
All steps and operational procedures were re-enacted.
Throughout the entire process, everyone was on tenterhooks, silently praying that this test would pass smoothly.
During this time, Reed Richards tried to speak several times, but he was successfully stopped by Stacker Pentecost and the others, who treated him like a formidable enemy.
It almost made him depressed!
Fortunately, however, this test process was completed smoothly, and no accidents or anomalies occurred midway.
The Synchronization Rate of the two pilots was also very high.
It wasn't until the central control system announced "Test successful" that everyone let out a long sigh of relief, followed by enthusiastic cheers and screams.
"Phew… It seems I made the right gamble."
Stacker Pentecost's hanging heart finally slowly settled. Although this accident resulted in the loss of two "Ranger" trainees, the outcome was ultimately satisfactory.
Then, as if remembering something, he turned to Reed Richards, who was pursing his lips and looking around, and teased,
"Dr. Reed, if possible, I hope that the next time you come to the PPDC, you only bring your brain and hands. Remember to leave your mouth at home!"
Reed Richards's expression changed continuously, as if saying: I don't believe a word you say, you old man are so wicked!
…
After leaving the PPDC Organization, Reed Richards immediately rushed to the next important location—the Doom Group.
His friend and assistant, Ben Grimm, was already waiting there early.
"Reed, look…"
Ben Grimm, a burly man with a bald head, pointed to the colossal copper statue of Doom Group that was nearing completion and couldn't help but inwardly grumble,
"Doom actually built a 10-meter-tall statue of himself in front of the building? Isn't that a bit too ostentatious!"
"Yes," Reed Richards pursed his lips and said with a slightly complex expression,
"Perhaps he wants visitors who come here for the first time to subconsciously feel a sense of inferiority when they face him?"
"Who cares, it's useless to us anyway." Ben Grimm subconsciously straightened his chest and, as he walked into the building, asked somewhat puzzled,
"But Reed, why are we coming here for no reason? Hasn't the special appropriation from NASA not been used up yet?"
"Ben, it's not about money. You'll know the specifics later."
Reed Richards said perfunctorily, and then the two figures entered the building.
…
A few minutes later.
In the chairman's office on the top floor.
"Through a series of scientific studies, I've discovered that if specific plants and cells are directly exposed to high-energy radiation storms produced by coronal solar winds, there's a very high probability of triggering the evolution of early planetary life…"
Reed Richards stood in front of a holographic projection of the Earth model, passionately lecturing Victor Von Doom, who was seated at the head of the table.
"Fortunately, according to NASA… *cough cough*, my calculations, in about half a month, a small energy cloud with the characteristics of cosmic solar wind will pass by Earth's orbit."
"If I… I mean, if we can conduct research directly in space at that time, it's highly likely to fundamentally advance our understanding of the human genome structure.
Thereby developing highly effective medicines that can cure countless diseases, and even extend human lifespan, making newborns stronger and smarter…"
Although Reed Richards spoke with great passion, Victor Von Doom, who was seated at the head of the table, seemed somewhat uninterested and couldn't help but interrupt,
"Enough, Reed. I think you've explained it clearly enough. You haven't changed at all, still thinking of shouldering the development and destiny of the entire World, just like in college."
"I heard that you've been doing very well in the PPDC Organization recently, and NASA just added 236 million to your project, didn't they?"
Victor Von Doom rested his chin on his hands, looking at the other party playfully, and asked,
"Since you're not short of money now, what do you want to do by specifically coming here to me… You're not just trying to show off your research results, are you?"
"Victor, you misunderstood." Reed Richards immediately explained, "Do you remember when we were in school, we talked about collaborating if we ever got the chance?"
"I came today to discuss that with you… The high-energy radiation storms produced by solar winds are extremely lethal to humans, and ordinary space stations are either too small or simply lack the ability to withstand radiation storms."
"But your cosmic space station's control room has a special protective shield on the outside, which can protect the operators inside from radiation damage."
"Oh."
Victor Von Doom's face immediately showed a clear understanding. He teased subtly, "So what you want is my 'big toy'!"
"But the problem is, I haven't invested in this project, so why should I lend you the space station?"
Reed Richards seemed to have already anticipated that the other party would use this to leverage him. He shrugged slightly helplessly.
"If you are willing to lend me the space station, I will pay you a reasonable commission from the share I can control for all the results obtained in the end."
"I want a 70% share…"
A cunning glint flashed in Victor Von Doom's eyes. He blurted out with a strong attitude, "And like NASA, all application results and patent rights must be included!"