17-Conquest of Bunker

Chapter 17 - Conquering Bunker

Through the previous search of rummagnets and cabinets, Mo Fan gasped Bunker out of the laboratory. After spending a long time making many tools that needed, he began to transform this mechanical puppet that had entered a dead end.

In fact, in Mo Fan's eyes, these mechanical puppets designed and constructed by Bunker are very close to the semi-finished products of the armed mecha in the big interstellar era. However, because the guy's excessive pursuit of defense caused the mechanical puppet to be overloaded and unable to move, he got into a dead end.

What Mo Fan has to do now is to remove all the things he thinks are irrelevant, then take out a console in the body of the mechanical puppet, and add a few manual control levers, and a simple working mecha is basically almost formed.

For Mo Fan, a scientific research genius, it is too simple to make these mechanical puppets act like a child playing at home. It's just that the guy who pursues perfection too much will not be satisfied. What he wants is an armed mecha that can fight, kill and frighten the enemy, not a weak working mecha.

In order to do it yourself*, it can also be regarded as his debut work after his rebirth and find some suitable attack weapons. Mo Fan will not care about Bunker's ideas at all. He can even use the shameless behavior described as shameless behavior without authorization to make those materials that Bunker considers precious, but in fact they are only suitable for weapons. All of them were turned out and made one by one into the urgently needed alloy blades on the arm of fighter armor.

After installing the weapon with the mecha arms, Mo Fan began to transform. In a moment, the tall and heavy mechanical puppet made by Bunker turned into an armed fighter armor with a killing atmosphere in his hand.

However, due to the height limitation of the mechanical puppet, Mo Fan had to design a suitable control room for the gobster family of Bunker without hurting his muscles and bones. So when the armed mecha was formed, the guy who could not get into the control room could only lie on the chest of the mecha, put his hands in, and struggled to control the mecha to move a few steps.

Seeing that the mecha has been able to do some simple movements, Mo Fan, who was not satisfied, clicked a little, and then sat on the workbench and focused on drawing mecha upgrade drawings. Of course, the reason why someone draws drawings is not for himself, but is specially prepared to conquer Bunker.

When Bunker took Andre into the underground laboratory, the drawings drawn by Mo Fan were basically completed. Now all he has to do is to teach this heavy-flavored guy to know the drawings in his hand and understand some of the most basic common sense of mecha transformation.

"Well, you're here just in time." Seeing Bunker come in, Mo Fan got up, pointed to the completed armed fighter armor, nodded with a smile and said, "The preliminary transformation has been completed. Please come and accept it!"

"Humph..." Since he found that he had been deceived by Mo Fan, Bunker, who was very angry, snorted coldly and looked in the direction of Mo Fan's finger.

At this time, Bunker was only three points surprised and seven points angrily found that the mechanical puppet he had always been proud of had been completely different by Mo Fan, a handsome boy, in just a few minutes.

Originally, a thick layer of heavy armor installed on the mechanical puppet was originally installed to play an absolute protective role, but now all of them have been removed, and its fragile chest is suddenly exposed.

Originally, in order to play an attack role, the huge hammer installed on the arms of the mechanical puppet disappeared, and was replaced by a pair of cold light, and the sword was not like a sword, which seemed to be powerless strange things.

If it weren't for the tall iron guy who stood proudly and did not move, Bunker would have almost not recognized it. The big guy in front of him who was completely disfigured and was always proud of himself. Rhinester's unprecedented mechanical puppet, although it was only a semi-finished product.

Taking a closer look, Bunker found that the mechanical puppet** was in the outer chest position, obviously sunken into a small void on his face, but he did not understand what the void was for.

"Huh... Is this the mechanical puppet you designed?" Looking at the transformed mechanical puppet, the angry Bunker sneered, and then glared at Mo Fan and said angrily, "Look at what you have done? This is how the king's mechanical puppet was destroyed by you! Do you think the experiment is a playhouse? What's the function of the defensive mechanical puppet?

"Are you more familiar with these armed mecha than me?" Mo Fan, who was inexplicably reprimanded by Bunker and did not feel that he had done anything wrong, pinched his fist very unpleasantly, and retorted mercilessly, "Who told you that mecha is only for defense? You haven't tried to open the motivation A yourself. How do you know that I can't do it?"

"If you abandon defense, I can do it without thinking about it, and I still need you to do it?" Seeing that Mo Fan was still the same as the coffin without tears, Bunker, who was burned by anger, couldn't help roaring: "If you still want to try to deceive me, I will throw you to Pandora as a prostitute and let you know the end of cheating me."

"Your idea is wrong, and the best defense is always an active attack. Did you see the emptiness in the chest of the mecha? Mo Fan, with an impatient face, pointed to the control room on the mecha and explained patiently to Bunker, "That is the nerve center of the mecha. As long as you can play with the control room, you can control the mecha as you like and do any possible action."

"Okay, you wait for me." In order to make Mo Fan completely give up and obediently admit that his idea was wrong, Bunker did not hesitate to walk towards the mechanical puppet on the workbench that had been transformed into an interstellar armed mecha by Mo Fan.

It was not until he walked to the foot of the armed mecha that some sad goblin found the location of the control room. It seemed that he could not climb up alone!

After hesitating for a moment, the guy who didn't want to ask Mo Fan for help could only shout, "Big stupid bear, come and help me! The king wants to convince this boy to lose, and also let him suffer thousands of people, taste all the cruelest insults in the world, and regret against me!!!"

"You..." Andrea, who was going to come to help, immediately set his feet unwillingly as soon as he heard the second half of Bunker's words. I want someone to help me, but I still speak rudely. Together, you really think you are the king of mountains!

Bunker was unwilling to ask him for help, and Mo Fan knew that he had deceived him one after another and had made him feel grudged about himself. So when he heard the vicious words of the second half of a certain spirit, he didn't care.

Because in Mofan's eyes, in addition to being a little rational in scientific research, Bunker is actually just a poor person who is stimulated and easy to get angry at any time.

If it hadn't been for Bunker's ability to help him with scientific research, Mo Fan would have shaken his sleeves and walked long ago. How could he have talked so much nonsense with him? In order to complete the conquest work faster, Mo Fan was too lazy to argue with the angry Bunker. He looked back at Andre and motioned him to help.

Because Mo Fan knew that only when he let Bunker enter the mecha control room and control the mecha operation himself, he would know his power. As long as he loses convincingly, all problems will be solved then.

With the help of Andre, Bunker easily climbed into the mecha control room, and under Mo Fan's explanation, he closed his eyes, stretched out his thin green hand, and pulled down the joystick tremblingly.

As Bunker slowly pulled the joystick, the driven mecha suddenly woke up like a lion from his sleep, furious and walked over to the prey that woke up his dream.

"How is this possible?" As the movement of the legs of the armed mecha gradually accelerated, sitting in the control room, Bunker with a shocked expression also bumped up and down. Damn! This guy really used only one experimental opportunity to solve the problem that he hasn't solved for many years.

At the thought that his long-cherished wish for many years had finally been realized, some sad spirit who was excited and sobbed to pull the joy stick with his hands and harder, pressing the joystick down to the end.

It's just that the excited Bunker didn't realize the consequences of pressing the joystick hard. After the operation of the transmission shaft, the advancing mecha immediately faithfully performed the operation order, quickly lifted the mechanical arms equipped with alloy blades, and rushed forward at the fastest speed.

The armed mecha that received the command suddenly accelerated in an extreme sprint close to the speed of sound, which dazzled and shocked Bunker. Such extreme speed has completely subverted his previous cognition.

"I didn't expect that the mechanical puppet could have such a rapid speed. The best defense is to attack. Is this king's previous idea really wrong? At the moment when Bunker realized something in his heart, the armed mecha that sprinted at the speed of sound was about to hit the wall.

Seeing such a scene, Mo Fan couldn't help grinning, frowned and closed his eyes. He couldn't bear to look at this guy who was about to become meat-wrapped iron. Damn it! Without a seat belt or a mecha without any safety measures, I can't afford to hurt it!

Sure enough, Mo Fan's guess is completely correct. The armed mecha, which ran fast at supersonic speed, drove 100 meters in an instant and hit the steel wall around the hole, making a loud "boom" sound.

Under the strong force, the sharp alloy blades on the arms of the mecha sank into the steel wall. Because of this, Bunker, who had no protective measures, narrowly escaped. He was just thrown out of the control room fiercely, hit the steel wall and fell black and blue. Fortunately, it was not life-threatening. At most, it was just a large fracture.

fell across the ground in a large shape. Bunker, who fell more dizzy than his head, shook his head, gritted his teeth and tried to get up from the ground, but after the pain in his body and strong impact, some of his broken limbs were no longer at his command.

After Bunker tried unsuccessfully, the desperate guy gave up his unnecessary struggle and gently closed his eyes. Because by driving Mo Fan's mecha, he already knew that he had lost. But even if he loses, he is willing to die and does not want to become Mo Fan's servant according to the bet.

Because in Bunker's view, as a high-ranking gobion king, he can't bow to a human who is good at conspiracy and tricks, and is not very powerful! That's why he willingly chooses to die.

"If I had died so early, it would have been a young death!" At the last moment when Bunker made a suicide decision and was ready to take poison, a white arm slowly stretched out in front of him. And the owner of this hand is Mo Fan who came in a hurry.

Since he saw Bunker driving the mecha and running all the way, which eventually led to a 'machine disaster' of the imperfect armed mecha, Mo Fan rushed over in a hurry for fear that some unlucky goblin would be killed by himself. If Bunker dies, it will not be worth the loss.

"Are you all right?" Mo Fan, who stretched out his right hand, originally wanted to say, 'You're not dead!' But as soon as he saw Bunker's miserable and desperate appearance, Mo Fan's words also resisted. After all, it is also because of himself that Bunker will fall into this shape. How can he fall into the well and hit him cruelly?

"Don't you want to see a joke?" Looking at Mo Fan's outstretched right hand, Bunker couldn't help grinning and said with a wry smile. Because Mo Fan's behavior was completely beyond the expectation of some goby.

"What's the joke to see?" Mo Fan shrugged his shoulders and knew what Bunker was thinking, and then comforted him seriously: "Actually, I have experienced your current pain a long time ago. Don't you think I'm still living well now? So don't be too entangled."

Seeing that Mo Fan, who had won the bet, did not have as many arrogant expressions as he imagined. On the contrary, he comforted himself in disguise, Bunker was completely convinced this time.

"It turns out that the king always thought that you, a boy who knows nothing, are either a madman or a 250 with a lack of roots in his head. That's why I dare to invite gambling in the field that the king is best at.

Bunker, who rarely smiled and smiled at himself, looked at Mo Fan seriously, then laughed at himself, and said from the bottom of his heart, "Now it seems that I am the real 250. I deserve to be deceived by you, a clever boy."

Seeing that Bunker didn't mention gambling, Mo Fan did not continue to destroy this arrogant and unlucky child. Because he knows that some things can't be rushed. Besides, the master-servant bet that the two had made before, Bunker had no way out, not to mention that Mo Fan had a countermeasure in his heart.

According to the request of a tragic but young gobron king, Mo Fan temporarily acted as a wet nurse and personally fed Bunker a small bottle of unknown**, and then began to be busy with his own affairs.

Even if Bunker drinks the potion and recovers from his body, it will take half an hour. This short time is enough for Mo Fan to do something that needs to be done.

Because if he wants to completely convince himself, Mo Fan must start from the field that the sad goblin is best at and completely defeat it, making him worship under his greasy torn jeans.

Half an hour passed quickly. When Bunker, who had recovered as before, walked to the workbench, Mo Fan had completed all the work very easily. Several mechanical drawings that only appeared in the interstellar era were thrown on the table casually by him.

Seeing Bunker coming over without saying a word, Mo Fan stretched out and rubbed his red eyes. Then he pointed to the drawings piled up on the table, yawned, raised his eyebrows, and said frivolously, "Let's see for yourself!" Ask me if there is anything you don't understand.

"What?" Bunker, who was very puzzled, looked in the direction of Mo Fan's finger. When his eyes glanced at the pile of white drawings, he suddenly looked like a fly stuck to his wings by sweet honey and could no longer leave. The green thin arms also trembled towards the drawing. Shock, extremely shocked...

Although Bunker did not know what Mo Fan wrote on the square words on the drawings and the Arabic numerals well known to interstellar humans, he recognized the abstract meaning of the things drawn on the drawings.

Because this drawing from Mo Fan's arm is nothing else, it is the complete enhanced version of the simple drawings of the mechanical puppet that Bunker has drawn for more than ten years.

"My god Alvis, did you do this to deliberately arrange a mission to lead your loyal believers to lead the fallen gobelles on a strong road?" He stared at a drawing in his hand for a long time, and combined with the precious experience of driving the mecha before, his eyes widened, his hands trembled slightly, and even wanted to swallow the drawings. Bunker, the goblin king in his stomach, took a deep breath and looked at Mo Fan seriously.

It was not until this moment that Bunker found that this boy, who was frivolous, had a lot of tricks and made people hate, was actually quite pleasing to the eye! At least his appearance solved the key problems that had plagued him for many years and made it possible for his ambitious ideal to be implemented.

Thinking of the great ideal in his heart, Bunker couldn't help smiling and nodded seriously to Mo Fan and said, "You won."

"So..." Seeing that Bunker was more cheerful than he expected, Mo Fan couldn't help smiling, crooked the corners of his mouth, and deliberately said hesitantly, "Where's our master-servant contract?"

"There is no problem with the contract." Bunker blinked, showing a shrewd look, raised the drawing in his hand and said, "But before that, you have to explain the text and specific data on the drawing to me."

"This is not a problem." After the destination arrived, Mo Fan, who looked happy, nodded very happily, and then opened his mouth to explain, "Look..."