"Brother! Get up! Brother! Get up!"

Early the next morning, Craft was woken up by the excited dog. As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw Quinn's stupid face resting on his pillow, sticking out his tongue.

"Brother! It's time to go to the laboratory!"

“…”

The sleepy Craft covered the quilt on his head and then got back into the quilt.

Yesterday, he stopped Martin from fighting with Peter and chatting with Martin again. By the time he came back, it was already early in the morning and he didn't have much time to sleep. At this time, he was still sleepy.

"I'll sleep for another hour..." Then, before Quinn continued to silly, he added: "If you make a noise, your armor will be gone."

"Ao——Woo..."

Quinn decisively swallowed the sound, turned his head and ran away.

"It's okay to confiscate the armor, I touched it..."

For an hour, Craft, who was still sleepy, struggled to get up from the bed, walked to the bathroom in a daze and started washing, while Quinn followed his feet without hesitation, urging him constantly.

"Brother, hurry up! It's almost noon!"

Craft, who was so upset by Quinn, hurriedly finished the breakfast prepared by Alice, and took Quinn, who had been waiting for a long time, and Bey, who wanted to join in the fun, to his laboratory.

"So what type of armor do you like?"

When he arrived in the laboratory, Craft showed two design ideas for Quinn to choose from as usual.

"Big! I like big ones!"

Quinn chose armor with heavy armour without hesitation.

"Can."

Claff nodded and began to design armor for Quinn.

Unlike Beiya's light armor, many parts of heavy armor cannot be assembled with nanomechanicals, so if you want to stuff it into the collar, you basically have to use space compression technology to solve it. However, there is another problem, which is inconvenient to accurately position when dressing.

"There are several solutions now-"

Craft gave the decision to Dog himself, and he said to him with his fingers.

"Put on you a vest with a locator, but you have to wear it all the time, and you can't wear it if you lose the vest."

"The second type is to tie a locator on your limbs and tail, which will be much lighter than wearing a vest. The disadvantage is that if it falls off, it will not be able to change your body."

"The third type is to inject a nanopositioner into your body so that there is no possibility of falling off. It is also the one I personally recommend most. Well... it's just that I feel a little uncomfortable when injecting."

Craft stretched out his thumb and index finger and gestured in front of Quinn.

"The last one, I put the nanolocator into your collar together. When you summon the armor, they will first climb to various parts of your body. The disadvantage is that they will take a long time to dress."

After telling Quinn about several plans, Craft spread his hands.

"Okay, you can choose."

"I think you are making things difficult for me, brother."

Quinn squatted on the ground, tilted his head and shook his ears. He couldn't even consider such a complicated issue.

"Or choose the one you recommend to me," he said.

"Are you sure? This one needs an injection."

When I took Quinn to get vaccinated, the dog was howling. After the injection, he lay on the side and sobbed for a long time. In the end, Alice coaxed him with a big bone.

"It's okay, isn't it just an injection? It's not that I haven't done it," Quinn shook his tail indifferently. "It hurts a little when he just pierced in, and it's not as powerful as Beyya's claws."

"Oh-so that's the case," Craft nodded in a clear way, "so you were pretending when you were vaccinated before..."

Quinna shook her tail with joy and slight salute, "Shocked! Brother, listen to my quibbling... Oh no, listen to my explanation!"

"Stupid dog~"

Beiya, who was lying beside him, shook her tail and laughed.

"Okay, I didn't say anything."

Craft rubbed Quinn's dog head, carried him to the workbench, and then fixed him with a strap.

"Wang?"

"Didn't I say that there will be a little discomfort, which is used to prevent you from moving."

Craft touched Quinn's head with a friendly look on his face.

"I always feel that you are malicious, brother!"

"You're thinking too much."

Craft picked up the prepared nano-injection gun, put it on Quinn's sole, and pulled the trigger.

"RUA! Brother, please let me be prepared!"

Quinn, who was stabbed, subconsciously shrank his claws, but because he was fixed by the belt, he actually didn't move much.

Craft ignored his words and continued to shoot all three other claws, then turned the gun head and shot him at the tail and back.

"Okay." Craft, who put away the injection gun, touched Quinn's dog head again, "Then I just need to wait for me to make the armor."

"Then brother, please put me down first."

Quinn shook his ears and always felt something was wrong. Those injections made him not hurt much, so why did he tie himself up so tightly?

At this time, Craft had already buried himself in another workbench and did not reply to Quinn.

But soon Quinn knew why.

The nanomechanical injected into his body began to wander in his body, each looking for the right position to make the final fixation.

It hurts not...

"Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!"

Because his body was completely fixed, Quinn could not tickled himself and could only tremble wildly on the workbench.

"I'm going to die!"

Just as Quinn was about to faint from laughing, the nanomechanics finally reached their established position, and then stretched out a few tiny claws to fix themselves on Quinn's bones.

The pain when the nanomechanical embedded the bones caused Quinn's body to twitch reflexibly, but compared with the painful experience of itching but unable to scratch the whole body, this little pain was nothing at all.

Several robotic arms hung down from above the workbench and unbuttoned the fixation of Quinn.

Exhausted Quinn lay on the workbench, his long tongue drooping from his open mouth and pressing against the workbench below, without moving for a long time.

"Already alive?"

Beya jumped curiously to Quinn, who was lying on the corpse, and pulled his head with his little paws.

Quinn glanced at Beya: "I can't speak... I hate you, brother!"

"Okay, don't complain." Craft waved to Quinn, who was still pretending to be dead, "Come here and let me test the effect of the locator. If there is no problem, your armor will be ready soon."

"Come here!"

The dying dog instantly rushed up from the workbench, jumped to Craft's side in three or two steps, and wagged his tail frantically.

The production speed of heavy armor is much faster than Beya's nano armor, so soon Quinn also obtained his armor named "Xiaotian" by Craft.

This name is mainly because he heard the news about the Monkey King from Martin yesterday, which made him think of the Snow Dog at once, so he replaced the name "Joey" that he had expected.

Although the main idea of ​​this armor actually comes from a gorilla called Winston, the color scheme has not been changed much, after all, the Snow Dog is also white in myth...

Quinn, who obtained the armor, couldn't wait to dress up, then flew to the sky and chased and fought with Beyah in the laboratory.

Craft did not care about the games of these two little guys, but continued to design them on the computer.

Now there are more and more superheroes and super criminals who appear inexplicably, and Martin's superpowers are probably not enough, so Craft decided to give him a whole suit.
Chapter completed!