Chapter 66: A Real Man Should Drive a Zag (Request for follow-up reading!)

　　Add a Gatling machine gun on the back with blue fire.

　　Miniature armor-piercing rounds, air-to-air missiles, anti-armor missiles and whatnot are added along with them.

　　Laser weapons certainly can't be left behind.

　　Russell traces it quickly as he imagines it.

　　In the beginning, he referenced Colonel Rhodes' War Machine.

　　But the more weapons were added to the top, the more the BattleMech's look evolved towards that of another high-tech body.

　　By the end of the day, the battle armor had completely changed its look.

　　Amount ...

　　Looking at the battle armor on the draft design, Russell frowned slightly.

　　He's not a bad painter, at least he got what he wanted out of it.

　　Only, the modified Inner Symbiotic Battle Armor was so much like a high-tech body called Gundam.

　　No, it's not a little bit like that, it's simply a different form of Gundam.

　　Looking at the draft design in his hand, he couldn't help but have a phrase come to mind.

　　A real man has to drive a zag!

　　Gundam belongs to a teenager, Zagu belongs to a man!

　　Ride the battlefield in a handsome Gundam body, sweeping the universe, making unparalleled achievements and becoming a hero admired by all.

　　With fame, status, and love at their fingertips, what teenager wouldn't want such a glorious life.

　　But, it's all about the main characters only.

　　As the general public, as a non-renminbi player without any innate advantages, as an unofficial cobbled-together NPC of Earth ol, ordinary people can only rely on their own efforts and sweat, in the smoke-filled battlefield, driving a mass-produced machine Zagu, and using their lives and blood to exchange for valuable experience and a chance to survive.

　　What you don't have in superior airframe performance, you make up for in skillful handling!

　　No innate talent or background to back it up, then sweat and blood!

　　No advanced weaponry, so take the heat axe and fight the enemy for real!

　　The mass-produced body, Zagu, is not as handsome or powerful as the Gundam, but the pilots of Zagu, with only the weapons they have, guard their faith and dignity!

　　Men, they should recognize their own position, thirty, forty, fifty know the fate of God!

　　Men, should recognize the nature of life, still no regrets to struggle, to insist, to love, to do that the top, rather die than resigned to the true man!

　　Russell re-traced the design while his mind recalled all the feverish images left behind by Zagu.

　　Soon, another modified form of the battle armor was drawn.

　　Unlike the Gundams with their handsome motorized tails, the Zargo-type battle armor is much more rugged.

　　Russell carefully surveyed the two completely different Gundam-type battle armor and Zagu-type battle armor in his hand, and finally made a decision.

　　Children only make choices, adults take them all!

　　It's not just the two Battle Armor designs, Gundam and Zagu, but even the very first modification design, which was similar to War Machine, that Russell kept together.

　　Anyway, the Inner Symbiotic Battle Armor has the ability to morph, so it doesn't really matter if there are a few more forms, at best, it's just a little bit of hard work on Peter's part.

　　Russell's side finished sketching the design for the fighter modifications, and #3 finished checking and enhancing the lab systems.

　　Once the index finger of the right hand of #3 manipulating the Battle Armor changed back to its normal form, Russell handed #3 the sketch of the design in his hand.

　　"It's an upgraded modification to the battle armor, check it out!"

　　Number 3 wasn't really a being, but an AI, but Russell decided to show some respect.

　　"Yes, sir!"

　　Without any hesitation, #3 quickly perused the sketch Russell handed him.

　　What Gundam and Zargo are, #3 doesn't really know.

　　However, he still has his own aesthetic.

　　After looking at the sketch Russell handed over, #3 picked up the pencil on the table and began to make changes on the sketch.

　　A few minutes later, a sketch of a design that fit #3's aesthetic was complete.

　　Number 3 didn't change Russell's original design, it just added a billion little details to it that made the design look instantly taller.

　　Russell looks at the sketch that #3 hands back and nods in satisfaction.

　　"Just follow these sketches and upgrade, I want all three forms!"

　　"By the way, Peter he doesn't have much social experience, when you're in the lab, take care of him more, don't let him be sold without even realizing it!"

　　Number 3 nodded quickly and returned in an electronically synthesized man's voice, "Yes, sir!"

　　Collecting #3's revised design, Russell led #3 back to the second floor lab.

　　He hadn't even entered the lab when he heard the sound of petulant laughter coming out of it.

　　Amount ...

　　Little Peter wouldn't have been eaten by those female assistants already, would he?

　　With that thought, Russell quickened his pace.

　　When he returned to the lab with #3, the scene in the lab was slightly out of some of his expectations.

　　Little Peter wasn't eaten up by these Vimeo model-like female assistants.

　　Only, little Peter was now sitting in a chair with a red face, his clothes a little disheveled, and a telltale lipstick mark on his boyish face and neck.

　　Although Little Peter hadn't been completely eaten by these female assistants, but looking at him now, he shouldn't have been taken advantage of by these female assistants either.

　　Upon seeing him return with #3, young Peter quickly stood up and ran from the warbler to Russell.

　　"Sir, I ..."

　　Peter tried to say something, but before he could finish his sentence, Russell interrupted him.

　　"You're almost an adult too, there's nothing to be embarrassed about!"

　　Russell patted Peter's shoulder, then bent down and whispered into Peter's ear, "Play, but be safe."

　　"Your pretty aunt will kill me if you have a baby before you graduate!"

　　After speaking, Russell ignored the red-faced Peter and placed the design sketch in his hand.

　　"Here's the initial upgrades, I'll have 3 assist you, if you need anything, feel free to talk to 3, or to those assistants."

　　"Number 3?"

　　Peter asked suspiciously.

　　"Number 3 is the AI of the battle armor!"

　　Russell explained.

　　Looking at the silver-white battle armor standing beside Russell, Peter couldn't help but show a surprised look.

　　He was a very smart high school student, but things like artificial intelligence and high-tech battle armor were still a little far from his life.

　　A fan of movies, he is no stranger to the artificial intelligence and high-tech battle armor commonly seen in sci-fi movies.

　　But this was the first time he'd seen them in the real world.

　　Peter held the design sketches in his hand and eyed the Inner Symbiotic Battle Armor.

　　Like him, the beautiful assistants in their white coats and black silks were equally transfixed on the battle armor.

　　These beautiful assistants, though they look harmless, with their pretty looks and alluring bodies, may even make people wonder if they really have scientific research capabilities.

　　But don't forget, they're all HYDRA.

　　Although Hydra had the idea of using a beauty trick on Russell, the person they sent out would never be a busty vase.