“Uh, Mr. Stark said he's still recovering in the hospital, and Dr. Reed…”
Before Dr. Spa Sheffield could finish speaking, a tall, lanky figure, covered in dust, pushed open the door. It was none other than Reed Richards.
“Sorry, Officer Pentecost, I was at NASA for an important meeting about solar winds. I rushed over as soon as it ended.”
Reed Richards put down his briefcase, walked to Stacker Pentecost's side, and looked through the glass window at the female Muto Jaeger in the hangar, unable to help but exclaim:
“What a beautiful mechanical creation!”
Stacker Pentecost was not as optimistic as him, saying with a heavy heart, “I hope this test is successful, because… we really can't afford to delay any longer!”
This was not an exaggeration.
Since the establishment of the PPDC, in just a few months, the number of member countries has plummeted from the initial 185 to the current 62!!
And the vast majority of them are small countries with little strength and unable to provide much economic support.
Even so, the number of member countries is still declining…
Stacker Pentecost really had no words to describe his suffering!
The reason why the PPDC has fallen into such a miserable situation is naturally all thanks to Karl's 'Didi Hired Help' business.
So, if the PPDC doesn't come up with some results soon, who knows how many member countries will be left in the end!
Five minutes flashed by.
Soon, the full operational test of the No. 001 female Muto Jaeger officially began.
Everyone looked at the hangar with nervous expressions.
“Pilot helmet loading data, relay gel injecting into the circuit armor…”
“Cockpit has been closed and locked, No. 001 Jaeger head is preparing to descend…”
“Female Muto Jaeger is ready for descent and release…”
“Approve descent!!”
As the order was issued, the huge Jaeger head began to slide down the rails on both sides, and after dozens of seconds, it heavily pressed together with the Jaeger body below.
Clang, clang—
A series of loud sounds of parts snapping together came.
The head and body of the giant Jaeger were perfectly combined.
The huge energy supply device on the chest lit up with a circular fluorescent white light.
It looked like an enlarged version of the Arc Reactor from the Iron Man armor.
And that was indeed the case.
The power core used by the Jaeger was powered by Tony Stark's Arc Reactor technology… free of charge!
“Docking interaction successful…”
“Starting pilot interaction program, pilot interaction is in progress…”
“No. 001 female Muto Jaeger's first full vehicle test begins, pilot's neural interaction will begin in fifteen seconds…”
“Fifteen, fourteen… three, two, one, neural interaction initiated… neural interaction induction perfect!!”
“Left hemisphere is automatically calibrating, right hemisphere is automatically calibrating… verification passed, transmitting…”
Under the control of the two pilots, the huge female Muto Jaeger slowly raised a huge forelimb and slammed it heavily on the ground.
Bang—
The entire hangar shook violently.
Then, this behemoth, about 96 meters tall and weighing about 3,800 tons, began to slowly move towards the outside of the hangar.
Afterward, it conducted the next scheduled combat action test in the open area.
“Oh, the test looks quite successful!”
Reed Richards said with a smug look, “Mr. Pentecost, thank you for choosing my plan before. Presumably, the era belonging to the PPDC and the Jaeger will officially arrive!!”
“Dr. Reed, it's also my honor…”
Just as Stacker Pentecost was preparing to engage in some mutual flattery with a smile on his face, a sharp alarm suddenly sounded in the control room without warning.
“Warning! Warning! Pilots lost…”
Dr. Spa Sheffield rushed to the main console as soon as possible, looked at the abnormal data report on it, and exclaimed in shock, “Damn it, both pilots are lost at the same time!!”
Stacker Pentecost questioned with an incredulous expression, “How is that possible? Their Synchronization Rate is so high, why would they be lost at the same time?”
“Try to wake up the pilots immediately, don't let them get trapped in their memories.”
“Officer, this is not good, No. 001 female Muto Jaeger is starting the weapon system, the plasma cannon is charging…”
At this time, the giant Jaeger in the square had already split its beak open to the surroundings, aiming the internal Attack Unit, which was gathering azure blue energy, at the hangar where Stacker Pentecost and others were located.
Σ(⊙▽⊙"a？？
Damn?
Oh my god!!!
Stacker Pentecost saw this and quickly shouted, “Damn it, stop them quickly, immediately activate the failsafe device!”
Dr. Spa Sheffield slapped a certain red emergency button several times in a row, and said with a bitter face:
“Off… Officer, the failsafe device is malfunctioning, the neural resistor is malfunctioning… the two of them are interacting with the Jaeger too strongly!!”
“F*ck.”
Stacker Pentecost was almost anxious to curse, and was about to order everyone to evacuate the control room immediately, but heard Reed Richards remind loudly from the side:
“Quick, immediately remotely cut off the Jaeger's main power supply!!”
The staff immediately acted in a panic.
Thank goodness!!
The next second, the central control system's prompt sounded, “Weapon system disconnected, neural interaction system terminated… neural interaction test failed.”
Phew—
Everyone couldn't help but breathe a long sigh of relief.
This was definitely a close call!
A few minutes later, the maintenance personnel who entered the Jaeger's interior sent a message.
“Reporting 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…”
Stacker Pentecost's expression suddenly became extremely solemn upon hearing this, and he looked at Reed Richards, who was acting as if nothing had happened, with some annoyance.
Why can't you just be a quiet spectator with your bad luck?
However.
Reed Richards, who was unaware that he was being disliked, asked at this time, pretending to be relaxed:
“Mr. Pentecost, I saw in the report that there seems to be a backup set of pilots… so, should we try again?”
Swish—
All the staff in the control room turned their heads to look at Reed Richards in unison, and cast extremely unfriendly glances.
Please, can you do us a favor with your bad luck and disappear from here quickly?
You actually want to try again?
Are you a little disappointed that we weren't blasted to death by a cannon?
I'm drawing a circle to curse you!
But who would have thought that Stacker Pentecost would directly order without even thinking, “Immediately replace the pilots and conduct the next test.”
“Ah?”
Everyone, including Dr. Spa Sheffield, was immediately dumbfounded.
No, Officer, do you have to be in such a hurry?
Are you really rushing to be reincarnated?
At least let us calm down a bit.
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“Execute the order.”
Stacker Pentecost's tone gradually became stern, “The accident just now was likely caused by improper operation by the pilots, so we must eliminate this possibility in the next test!!”
For him, there was no turning back now.
If this test is not successful, I am afraid that the PPDC will have no tomorrow!
So even if it means gambling with his life, Stacker Pentecost must try this time.
Before long, the second group of pilots successfully entered the cockpit.
All the steps and operating procedures were re-enacted again.
Throughout the entire process, everyone silently prayed with trepidation that this test would be successfully passed.
During this period, Reed Richards wanted to say something several times, but he was successfully stopped by Stacker Pentecost and others, who were as if facing a formidable enemy.
It almost made him depressed!
Fortunately, the process of this test was completed smoothly, and no accidents or abnormalities occurred in the middle.
The Synchronization Rate of the two pilots was also very high.
It wasn't until the central control system broadcasted “Test successful” that everyone breathed a long sigh of relief, followed by enthusiastic cheers and screams.
“Phew… it seems I bet right.”
Stacker Pentecost's heart, which had been hanging in the air, finally slowly calmed down. Although two Ranger trainees were accidentally lost this time, the result was still satisfactory.
Then, as if he had thought of something, he turned his head to look at Reed Richards, who was pursing his lips and looking around, and joked:
“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!!”
The expression on Reed Richards's face changed several times, as if to say: I don't believe you, you old man is very bad!
…
After leaving the PPDC, Reed Richards rushed to the next important location—Doom Group.
His friend and assistant, Ben Grimm, was already waiting there early.
“Reed, look…”
Ben Grimm, who was burly and had a large bald head, pointed to the huge statue of Doom Group that was about to be completed, and couldn't help but complain:
“That guy Doom actually built a 10-meter-high statue of himself in front of the building? Isn't that a bit too flamboyant!”
“Yeah.” Reed Richards pursed his lips, his expression slightly complicated, and said:
“Perhaps he wants those visitors who come here for the first time to subconsciously feel a sense of inferiority when facing him?”
“Who cares, anyway, that thing is useless to us.” Ben Grimm subconsciously straightened his chest and asked with some puzzlement as he walked into the building:
“But Reed, why are we coming here for no reason? The special allocation from NASA hasn't been used up yet, has it?”
“Ben, it's not about the money. You'll know the details later.”
Reed Richards said extremely perfunctorily, and then the two figures walked into the building.
…
A few minutes later.
In the chairman's office on the top floor.
“I have discovered through a series of scientific studies that if specific plants and cells are directly exposed to high-energy radiation storms generated by coronal solar winds, there is a high probability that it can trigger the evolution of early planetary life…”
Reed Richards stood in front of a holographic projection of the Earth model and was energetically lecturing Victor von Doom, who was sitting in the main seat.
“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 may fundamentally advance our understanding of the human genome structure.
Thereby developing special medicines that can cure countless diseases, and even extend human life, making newborns stronger and smarter…”
Although Reed Richards spoke with great enthusiasm, Victor von Doom, who was in the main seat, seemed a little uninterested and couldn't help but interrupt:
“Enough, Reed, I think you have already explained it clearly enough. You haven't changed at all. You still think about shouldering the development and destiny of the whole world like you did in college.”
“I heard that you have been doing very well in the PPDC recently, and NASA has just added 236 million in special funding to your project?”
Victor von Doom rested his chin on his hands and looked at the other party with a playful look, and asked:
“Since you are not short of money now, what do you want to do by running all the way to me… It can't be that you just want to show off your research results to me, right?”
“Victor, you misunderstood.” Reed Richards hurriedly explained upon seeing this, “Do you remember what we said when we were in school, that we must cooperate together if we have the opportunity in the future?”
“I'm here today to talk to you about this… The high-energy radiation storm generated by solar winds is extremely deadly to humans, and ordinary space stations are either too small or simply do not have the ability to resist radiation storms.”
“Your space station's control room has a special shield on the outside that can protect the operators inside from radiation damage.”
“Oh.”
A look of understanding suddenly appeared on Victor von Doom's face, and he teased insidiously, “So what you want is my 'big toy'!”
“But the problem is, I didn't invest in this project, so why should I lend you the space station to use?”
Reed Richards seemed to have expected the other party to use this to blackmail him, and shrugged his shoulders helplessly.
“If you are willing to lend me the space station, I will pay you a reasonable commission from the share I can dispose of for all the results obtained in the end.”
“I want a 70% split…”
A glint of cunning flashed in Victor Von Doom's eyes as he stated forcefully, "And it must also include all application results and patent rights, just like NASA!"
