Mecha Forger

Thinking of this, a chill ran down Xiaodao's spine and he couldn't help but shudder.

Things that Xiao Dao could think of, Song Ci in front of the screen naturally thought of them too.

The rabbit is anxious and kicks off the eagle.

Even if he knew he was losing to the opponent, Song Ci would never give up.

He frowned and immediately pulled Tang Fan over.

After all, right now, right now, she is the only one who knows best about beast-type mechas, or mind-controlled mechas.

It's good that Tang Fan can see the reason. Even if he can't see anything, there's nothing to lose, right?

Tang Fan was squatting in the toilet. After receiving the news, he didn't care about anything else. He packed up a little, picked up his pants and walked towards Song Ci.

Seeing more than a dozen beast-shaped mechas approaching Emil Field and others in an orderly manner, Tang Fan's face suddenly turned darker than the bottom of a pot.

"Can you let Xiao Dao scan the location of the mecha pilot?"

Tang Fan's throat was a little dry, so his voice was low and a little floaty.

Song Ci suddenly understood the meaning behind her words.

Although it was a bit difficult to fly a drone and give instructions to the knife, Song Ci still worked hard to satisfy Tang Fan's wish.

Of course, deep down, he himself wanted to know the answer.

Relying on the tacit understanding of many years of getting along, Xiaodao even guessed the meaning of Song Ci by mistake, and pointed the infrared scanner at the group of mechas.

As the distance got closer and closer, the "people" inside the beast-shaped mecha finally revealed their outlines.

Song Ci, Tang Fan and glasses, the three of them maintained the same posture, holding the screen tightly.

Especially as a data analyst's glasses, as the data in front of him crossed one after another, and one red value after another appeared in front of him, a cold sweat the size of a soybean involuntarily broke out from his forehead. .

Dense beads of sweat covered his entire forehead, but he had no time to reach out and wipe it away.

Tang Fan didn't dare to disturb the glasses, so he could only pat Song Ci on the shoulder and whispered: "You noticed it too, right?"

Song Ci nodded invisibly, "They are even thinner than you, and their postures are particularly awkward..."

Tang Fan took over the conversation and said, "It's like a baby curled up in its mother's body."

Song Ci turned his head to look at her and nodded heavily.

The glasses, which had been calculated three times, trembled when they heard this and quickly entered a set of values.

The red value representing the abnormality immediately decreased at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The problem seemed to be solved, but instead of relaxing, the expression on the glasses became more serious.

Song Ci couldn't help but put his glasses on his shoulders and asked sharply: "What did you enter?"

Glasses silently covered his face and whispered: "Data on genetically modified people.

Data on genetically modified humans provided by Ms. Tao Qingxi. "

When Song Ci and Tang Fan heard this, they couldn't help exchanging glances with each other, and their expressions looking at the group of mechas became more complicated.

Tang Fan, who had been with Ms. Tao Qingxi for so long, didn't even know she had this data.

Where did the study sample come from?

Experimental star?

Wei Ruixing?

alliance?

Or...her?

The last option made Tang Fan couldn't help but feel chills running down his spine.

As if he understood what she was thinking, Song Ci slowly walked to her side, patted her hand, and comforted her silently.

"This is just a guess, don't be too nervous!"