Rohm, who was sore and exhausted from all over the place, threw the cutting and welding gun in his hand on the ground with a nonchalant look on his face.
Jasmine's voice sounded in the cargo hold, and she was a little confused: "Why?"
Rom straightened his back and sneered: "Have you ever heard that a scholar cannot be killed or humiliated? You are treating me as a slave. In this case, give me a good time!"
Jasmine was even more puzzled: "You would rather die than help us work?"
In her logic, although working is a bit tiring, it is still much better than death. How could someone not want to live because of working?
Roma answered simply and neatly: "That's right! I, Roma, don't do this job!"
He originally thought that the other party was interested in his commanding ability, but he didn't expect that he would be asked to cut light armor? If it was such a rough and tiring job, who couldn't do it? How could he only spare Rom's life?
There is only one possibility.
The other party wanted to use this method to suppress his momentum and undermine his prestige.
Humph, old-fashioned tactics!
Roman, who was determined in his heart, was full of confidence, and every word he spoke was loud and full of courage.
Secretly, with squinting eyes, Rom was secretly spying on the young man in school uniform beside him.
When he saw Long Cheng walking toward a pile of building materials, he sneered in his heart and hummed, didn't he want to see him reporting to Xu Boyan?
Jasmine switched to the communication with Longcheng and asked: "Teacher, what should I do?"
She didn't know what to do. She just took the time to design a simple cutting suit for Roma, hoping to improve efficiency. Unexpectedly, Roma actually gave up the job!
Long Cheng walked to the pile of building materials, searched with his eyes, and said, "I have a way."
He found what he needed, leaned over and pulled out a thumb-thick steel wire rope from the pile of building materials.
Amidst the unpleasant sound of metal friction, the steel wire rope was completely pulled out, a full six meters long.
Long Cheng held one end of the wire rope, flicked his wrist, and a sharp pop sounded in the air. Debris flew across the thick steel plate in front of him, and a six to seven centimeter deep scar appeared on it.
Long Cheng turned around and took a look at Rom's figure, and couldn't help but shake his head secretly.
No, if this whip goes down, this guy will probably be cut into two pieces.
I need to find someone softer...
Rom stared blankly at the shocking scars on the steel plate. The blood on his face faded at a speed visible to the naked eye, turning pale. His mouth was dry and his throat was tight.
Longcheng began to search for ropes.
Yes, his method is very simple.
In the training camp, how do the instructors deal with those students who are unwilling to train? It's very simple. If you don't train, you will be whipped. If the training is not up to standard, you will be whipped. If you do not do well in the assessment, you will be whipped. If you make a mistake, you will be whipped...
Longcheng had never seen anyone who could be so angry in the face of the instructor's whip.
The instructor's whip is very skillful. It can make you feel the pain to your bones without hurting your body or delaying your training.
In addition to whips, there are also a series of measures such as starvation, deprivation of sleep, confinement, etc.
Long Cheng is an honest and obedient child. Apart from being whipped and starved, he has never personally experienced any other methods, but he has seen the miserable endings of those disobedient students.
When Rom saw that Long Cheng was constantly looking for ropes, he suddenly panicked: "You can't do this! Respect! I need respect! As long as you give me respect, I can't help you..."
Long Cheng was not very satisfied. The steel wire rope was too hard and the nylon rope was too soft. Until he found a piece of leather from an unknown animal, his eyes lit up. He used a laser knife to cut a strip about five or six centimeters wide and about two meters long.
Gently flick your wrist, swoosh!
The clear booming sound echoed in every corner of the cargo hold.
Long Cheng showed a satisfied look. In Jasmine's words, this is what it smells like!
That's right, the instructor's whip smells like this!
Roma's face was as white as paper, and there were big beads of sweat on his forehead. At this time, how could he not know what the other party wanted to do?
He is now beginning to doubt his own judgment. The other party left him alive...isn't it really because of his commanding ability?
Rom lowered his head and glanced at his oily hands. He was not very strong either... Or did the other party know that he was from York, and he was more tolerant... and endured hardships?
Have you really...become a slave?
Roma opened his eyes wide and looked at his palms in disbelief.
Rom is no stranger to slaves. His mother was a slave. No one knows better than him how miserable the life of a slave is.
Bang, the heartbreaking pain made Roma scream and almost jump.
hiss!
Why does it hurt so much?
Rom had been whipped since he was a child. Usually, when a whip hits his body, it will cause burning pain. But this whip just now was like a needle piercing his bone marrow, and indescribable pain spread throughout his body.
Roma knew that the student in school uniform across from him was a ruthless character!
A good man does not suffer immediate losses; a real man can bend and stretch!
Rom quickly said: "I, I will do it!"
However, Long Cheng turned a deaf ear and slapped his head and face with the whip, lashing him wildly.
Once the instructor's whip is raised, begging for mercy is of no use.
Rom covered his face and screamed repeatedly, rolling on the ground. He secretly saw Long Cheng's face through his fingers and gasped inwardly.
The young boy's face was still immature, his expression was indifferent, and there was no emotion at all from beginning to end.
Could it be...a robot?
A bone-chilling chill rose from Rom's heart.
He has seen a lot of ruthless characters. Which pirate is not a ruthless person? It is not uncommon to see slaves being taught a lesson, but their faces are either ferocious or full of anger, and they will also curse. People with gloomy minds often show up at this time.
He also had a ruthless face.
However, there was no trace of anger or ferocity on this young man's face, only indifference.
It was like an emotionless machine, beating him mechanically...
Oh my god, it hurts...
Twenty lashes.
Even the number, Long Cheng is exactly the same as the instructor, one whip is not too many, and the other is not enough.
Roma looked extremely miserable, with his clothes in shreds and his face completely swollen into a pig's head. He curled up in a ball on the ground, wailing and moaning, and looked like he was dying.
Long Cheng was very familiar with the scene in front of him. Almost everyone among them had used this trick.
He said calmly: "Get up."
Roma continued to moan and groan, his body twitching from time to time, as if he was losing strength.
Snap, the whip hit his body like a poisonous snake. Rom's body stiffened and his pupils widened.
After being whipped three or four times in a row, Roma finally couldn't help shouting loudly: "Get up, get up! I get up! Me, me, me..."
Long Cheng turned a deaf ear and continued to wave his whip.
No more, no less, a full twenty lashes.
Rohm, with a bruised nose and swollen face and ragged clothes, stood upright in front of Longcheng, like a soldier waiting for review.
This familiar scene awakened the faded memories in Long Cheng's mind. Involuntarily, Long Cheng held the whip in his right hand and tapped his left palm gently. At this time, the instructor...
Long Cheng imitated the instructor, glanced at Roma indifferently, and said in an indifferent tone: "When will the cross armor be dismantled, and when will we have dinner?"
Roma shouted: "Promise to complete the mission!"
Long Cheng turned around and left. He unconsciously imitated the instructor again, with his hands behind his back, and the whip in his hand twitched rhythmically.
Seeing Rom's little heart, he couldn't help but twitch.
Rom had completely given up at this point, the other party just took a fancy to his durable body!
After a while, Rom put on an extremely simple suit. The helmet he welded with his own hands from thin iron plates looked like an upside-down iron bucket. The eyes were inlaid with smart glasses, which could connect to Jasmine and mark the value of the light armor.
of parts.
There is a micro-propeller attached to the back of the safety vest, which allows him to fly up to thirty meters high, hover in the air, etc.
The bracket of the left arm is a multi-functional tool manipulator that can complete various complex operations. The right hand is a cutting welding gun, responsible for cutting alloy plates.
This is a simple version of the scavenging suit that Jasmine modified based on the special suit for scavenging in the garbage dump.
With the equipment, Roma's efficiency in dismantling light armor has been greatly improved.
Sure enough, technology is the primary productive force!
Seeing Roma busy like a hard-working bee, Long Cheng even felt that even if he didn't learn skills from this guy, dismantling the light armor would be a good and steady stream of income.
The white [Jiugao] landed in Catherine's laboratory.
Yao Beisi is very familiar with this place. The doctor is responsible for all repairs and maintenance of his beloved [Jiugao]. Not only his light armor, Huang Shumei's [Aguda] is also the doctor's responsibility.
Nowadays, the fighting is getting less and less, the previously busy maintenance projects have suddenly disappeared, and the doctor's place is also quite deserted.
Walking into the laboratory, the operating table was piled with wine bottles, Miss Huang Shumei was lying on the operating table and fast asleep, and the doctor and Mr. Du Bei were having a drink.
Yao Beisi was not surprised that the two of them worked together like this. Miss Huang Shumei was the biggest drunkard he had ever seen. Anyway, when he saw Miss Huang Shumei, she was either very drunk or fast asleep.
He shouted: "Doctor, Mr. Du!"
Du Bei forced a smile: "Beisi is here."
The faces of the doctor and Mr. Du Bei were not very good. Yao Beisi knew that they must be worried about Jasmine.
Sure enough, the doctor snorted coldly: "We've almost won the battle, and yet we're so strict! This damn fat guy is making a fuss out of a molehill!"
The doctor had a hot temper. Yao Beisi did not dare to refute, so he could only explain for the director: "We are about to win, so we have to be careful. Doctor, which one brought Jasmine's things?"
The doctor said angrily: "It's right at your feet. Can't you see such a big box?"
Yao Beisi glanced at a standard carbon fiber parts box two meters long at his feet.
He picked up the box. It was quite heavy.
Du Bei said quickly: "It's a bit heavy. How about I use a forklift to deliver your armor?"
"No, no, no, it's only a few steps away!" Yao Beisi shook his head repeatedly and directly picked up the box: "Doctor, Mr. Du, I'm leaving. Don't worry, I will deliver it to Jasmine."
After saying that, he carried the box and ran away.
A doctor in a bad mood is terrible!
Looking at Yao Beisi, who was carrying the parts box and running away through the door, the anger on Catherine's face disappeared, and the sound of the light armor engine starting up sounded outside the house, gradually fading away.
Catherine's face turned pale for a moment, and she looked helplessly at Du Bei.
Du Bei put his arm around Catherine's shoulders and comforted her: "It's okay, just take it one step at a time."
"Why take it one step at a time?"
A confused voice sounded behind the two of them, and Huang Shumei stood up drunkenly.
The next second, her body went limp and hit the workbench like a puddle of mud.
Catherine was startled and rushed over to see if Huang Shumei was injured.