"Not only can't kill him, but you must take him back to the government!" Opponents' opinions were also very fierce.

"Oh? Why is this?"

"Because of his ability! Why did he hand over such precious modified drawings to us so easily? That means he has more trump cards. Maybe he still retains more drawings for stronger bodies. If he loses his trust, wouldn't it be worth the loss!"

Both of them looked at the commander, and the final decision was still in his hands. He touched his chin, paved back and forth for a while, then strode into the darkroom and returned to the interrogation room.

"Oh? Have you decided so soon?" Haoren's smile continued to sink: "So, what are you going to do with me?"

"You are our guest. There were misunderstandings before. I hope you don't mind. We will send someone to take you to the capital of our government. Then, there will naturally be higher-level people to negotiate with you." The commander said lightly.

Haoren frowned and shook his head and said, "It seems that you still have a wrong understanding of my meaning. I have no interest in your so-called government negotiations. I only have the benefits, the most practical benefits!"

The commander rarely showed a hint of surprise and curiosity on his old-fashioned face, and asked with a little doubt: "So what do you want? Money, power or beauty? Sorry, I am the most cutting-edge base here, and I have nothing except shells and mechas. No matter which one you want, I don't have it. But as long as you really have enough things that make us excited, I believe those politicians will be interested in negotiating with you."

The implication is that he doubts whether Haoren has any drawings worth taking, otherwise he would only rely on this heretic modification drawing. He is not worth the federal effort to trade.

But he really misunderstood Haoren's meaning. Haoren can only stay in this world for thirty days. After thirty days, he will have to return regardless of whether he obtains the treasure or not, so he really doesn't want to waste this precious time on those politicians.

Haoren waved his hand and said slowly: "I have no interest in money, power and beauty. I want treasure, that's it!"

"Treasure? Haha, I said that my base has nothing but shells and mechas." The commander's eyes flashed and he said lightly.

"Haha. Then there's nothing we can do about it. Let's end our deal!" Haoren stood up suddenly and made a move to prepare to leave. Several soldiers hurriedly blocked in front of him.

"I want to stop me? Can you stop me?" Haoren's eyes narrowed and he looked at the commander.

The interrogation room was silent. After a moment, the commander waved his hand and said in a deep voice: "You all go back for now!"

"but……"

"I never say the second order!"

"Okay, captain, you have to be careful. This kid has a strong fighting ability!"

Everyone else retreated one after another, only Haoren and the captain commander were left in the interrogation room. Haoren looked around and asked again: "Switch off the monitors and other things."

The commander was not surprised, and walked directly to a window, cut off the monitor above his head, and said, "Is it OK now?"

Haoren took out a half-large box from his arms and placed it on the ground. He pressed the button a few times. A flash of electric current flashed, and he nodded with satisfaction: "Well, that's OK."

The commander's eyes flashed with surprise, but instead of asking about this way of becoming something out of thin air, he pointed to the strange box and asked, "What is this?"

"Electromagnetic jammer."

The commander was not curious and said, "Then why do you ask me to turn off the monitor? Just take it out directly."

"Test you!"

"You!" The commander's mouth twitched a few times, and after a while, he returned to calm. He sat down again, took out a pack of cigarettes from his arms, lit them, took a few breaths, and looked at Haoren quietly.

The few people outside the interrogation room were undoubtedly disappointed. Two monitors were indeed installed in the room, one light and one dark, but Haoren's caution made them unable to see it anymore, and the room was also soundproof.

"In order to save time, let's just say it directly. What you need is the treasure left by prehistoric civilization?" The commander narrowed his eyes and said in a deep voice.

"I think it's better for you to introduce yourself first."

"Well, you can call me Harley, the Federal Major, and the supreme commander of this base."

"Halley? You are Harley!" Haoren's eyes lit up slightly.

"Have you heard of me?" Harley frowned slightly. He was not famous in China, but was slightly famous in the empire. It was precisely because of his existence that the empire's army could never break through this area.

"No, it's just a little like my friend's name." Haoren said a few perfunctorily, but he shouted in his heart that mechanical civilization has been passed down to this day and there are few names that can be remembered, but in some incomplete information, including electromagnetic expert Lu Renyi, all mention the name Harley.

This is an extremely outstanding mecha driver and a very outstanding mecha designer. It is also in his hands that the Federation's mechas have developed greatly and promoted the progress of the entire mechanical civilization. Ironically, such a character eventually died in the assassination of the empire.

"It seems it's just a replica." Haoren looked at Harley again and muttered a little more compassion.

"What did you say?"

"Oh no, nothing, let's continue with the topic just now. You are right. What I need is the treasure you think of, the treasure of prehistoric civilization!"

It could be called a prehistoric civilization in the period of mechanical civilization, and undoubtedly a magic civilization. This made Haoren even more eager. From the natural expression when Harley first saw that he could fly, he inferred that this guy must have known something, so there was a series of designs just now, in order to obtain the treasures of this world by the fastest way.

Harley sucked a few puffs of cigarettes and pondered: "There is indeed a ruin of a prehistoric civilization nearby. I fell in pain during a battle and found it unexpectedly. There are no more than five people who know, including me, and they are all confidants. I believe they will not disclose it. So where did you get the information, empire?"

"You don't have to worry about my source of information. It has nothing to do with the empire anyway. So please take me to the location of the ruins as soon as possible!"

"Haha." Major Halley smiled without saying a word.

Haoren rolled his eyes, but said angrily: "Don't worry, in addition to the heretic improvement drawing that was given to you for free, I have a few of the latest mecha drawings here, which can be handed over to you."

"Oh? Let's hear it." Harley's expression was a little fanatical when he heard the latest sharp mechas, just like the real Harley in history, he was a standard fan of mechas.

Haoren said with a smile: "First of all, the cannon-mounted Jim, which is an improved model of Jim. The standard configuration includes a high-heat long-focused beam cannon, a quad-mounted tracking missile launcher, and 12 induced missiles, as well as a medium-beam gun and a physical military axe. Because of its energy consumption, it requires two energy backpacks, which are relatively low in flexibility, but has very strong firepower. As long as an attack is launched at a certain scale, the empire cannot stop your army."

Harley did not have the surprise he imagined, but just frowned slightly and said lightly: "Sorry, we already have this gun-mounted Jim, but we can't mass-produce it for the time being."

Haoren hurriedly said, "Ha? It's impossible. How could you have a cannon-mounted Jim during this period? Don't you even have a heretical modification?"

"Is this related?" Major Harley asked strangely.

"But, this... is not scientific!" Haoren was speechless. According to the normal trajectory, the Federation of this era should first modify heresy, and then began to study Jim's gun-mounted improvements, but he immediately realized that this was no longer the mechanical civilization in history. This was an independent space opened up by the mysterious. It was normal to have its own development trajectory.

Harley smiled and said, "Please come up with some more sincere drawings. Even if our country has not yet begun to study the improvement of gun-mounting, your drawings cannot be called the latest."

"What about this one, although the attack mecha cannot be mass-produced, I believe you should understand its value!" Haoren was furious and took out the prepared drawings directly from the space package and handed them to Harley.

Harley's expression began to change the moment he took the drawings. The more he looked, the more solemn his face became. With the constant sound of sucking in cool air, he murmured in horror: "High-energy beam rifle, two beam sabers, super-high-speed electromagnetic cannon, Hellfire rocket launcher, optional equipment is beam boomerang, large beam spear! What a high configuration!"

"Major, you haven't seen the key points yet. The biggest features of this mecha are two. The first is to use Gondanim alloy as armor, and the second is the gear change system. The strong attack mecha is divided into three types: gun-mounted type, air combat type and melee type. If you change the gear at any time during the war, you will exert your combat power beyond your imagination. It is estimated that the combat power should be more than 10 times that of your heretics. Even the modified heretics and Jim can have a combat power of seven or eight times!"

Harley's breathing gradually became rapid, his eyes turned red slightly, and he suddenly slapped his face and shouted: "Document! As long as you have this drawing, we will give it to you no matter what you need!"

Shock, absolutely shocking!

This is Harley's only mood at the moment. When he saw this attack drawing, he felt that his life in the past few decades was wasted. There were such powerful mechas in this world.

As long as he is given 50 aircraft, no, just five aircraft, he can make the Emperor* team completely disappear from this area forever! (To be continued, please search for Astronomy, novels are better, updated and faster!
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