Pangu--
The name was naturally derived from the large axe on its back.
Mako Mori could barely understand the meaning of the name. She looked at the compass sculpture that had stopped spinning and was now cooling down, and nodded slightly.
"Yes, then let's name this mech ' Pangu.' Are you sure you want to build it?"
"That's right. Since you say you need a physical prototype for testing, let's build the mecha first. It's not a difficult task."
As he spoke, Zhang Tianyuan opened the Spacetime Tunnel again, directly leading to the PPDC in the Pacific Rim Spacetime.
A 24-hour disinfection room was also set up here so that he could be disinfected when he came from the Legend Spacetime.
The group came out after their bodies were disinfected.
Pentecost had already received the message and was waiting outside.
Zhang Tianyuan nodded to him, and Mako Mori followed behind, whispering "Teacher."
The group headed towards the mech's repair bay.
" Mako Mori's new mecha design is complete, and I've just approved it."
call!
Upon hearing Zhang Tianyuan's words, Old Pan turned to look at his adopted daughter and secretly relaxed.
He was quite nervous when he saw Zhang Tianyuan leading his adopted daughter out so decisively.
It's like a teacher bringing their own daughter on a home visit; any parent would feel a jolt of anxiety.
He extended his hand to Mako Mori, who, in perfect unison, handed him a preliminary design sketch of the new mecha. Old Pan's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets the moment he took a look:
"1...156 meters!?"
"And it's 4765 tons?!"
Old Pan coughed for a moment, then suddenly wanted to say to his adopted daughter, "Even though we've managed to get on your good side now, we can't do things like this."
To build a 156-meter-tall mech, the entire production chain would need to be updated, from component manufacturing to assembly; most of the processes would have to be rebuilt from scratch.
To give a simple example, there isn't a single factory in the world that reaches 156 meters in height. This means that just assembling the parts for this new mech would require building a completely new assembly plant, otherwise it wouldn't be possible to assemble it.
According to Old Pan's own experience, just building and operating such an assembly plant would require an investment of several billion US dollars.
He frowned, offering a sidelong reminder: "Is building such a massive mech a bit wasteful? We've always followed the principle of proportionality when building mechs, as long as we maintain a balance with the monsters..."
"It won't be a waste."
Zhang Tianyuan waved his hand to interrupt him.
"After Pangu, he mainly resided in another dimension, where he had to fight not only the monsters from your dimension."
Upon hearing this, Old Pan immediately realized that his perspective on problems was completely different from that of the chairman in front of him.
His perspective, habitually confined to his own time and space, is far too narrow.
He then immediately shifted the topic to the manufacture of the mecha.
Zhang Tianyuan said there was no need to worry.
The group entered the conference room.
Ning Jihua, Taylor, and other representatives from the Pacific Rim countries were already seated in front of their cameras, waiting.
This is a simple meeting.
Zhang Tianyuan came mainly to discuss the construction of the Pangu with them.
PPDC has not yet been handed over to the Mutual Aid Society, so the construction of the mechs still needs to be done with Ning Jihua.
Just as Old Pan had worried.
Even without considering anything else, a mecha should at least have an assembly plant that can help protect it from the elements.
Of course, with systematic construction capabilities, this assembly plant can be simplified to the extreme, even just by setting up a roof.
That's what he came here to mention.
Upon hearing about Pangu, Ning Jihua didn't even question the size of the mecha and immediately agreed.
Taylor watched longingly from the side.
He still hasn't rejoined PPDC, so he doesn't even have a say in this matter.
Zhang Tianyuan checked the time and specifically instructed, "You just need to choose the location of the assembly plant and put enough materials on it. You don't need to be responsible for the construction of the mechs."
As he spoke, he told the system blueprints about the material requirements for the Pangu.
Ning Jihua readily agreed without asking any further questions.
The meeting quickly moved on to the next segment.
That's the monster's movement.
Dr. Hermann, who had come from the research lab, gave a report to the meeting attendees:
"It's January now. Based on previous deductions, the monster should have already moved towards..."
We've launched a full-scale attack, but as you all know, the monsters have already changed their attack strategies.
They haven't appeared for over two months.
Old Pan sat in his seat with a stern expression, arms crossed, saying nothing.
Others also felt quite anxious upon hearing the news.
Because everyone knows that the monster's long absence doesn't mean it has given up.
They must be plotting something bigger.
Even Zhang Tianyuan was puzzled. Xxs-2
This timeline is definitely the one most severely affected by his butterfly effect; the story time has passed, but the monster hasn't even been seen.
"Let's continue monitoring the wormhole, and also accelerate the research on the new mech."
Zhang Tianyuan turned his gaze to Mako Mori was in the same conference room.
"Yes!" The man sat up straight in his chair, his face expressionless.
No one objected, and there was no other way to resolve the issue.
The meeting is over.
Taylor leaned back in his office chair, his face contorted with a headache.
During the meeting just now, he couldn't get a word in edgewise, like an insignificant nobody. He even clearly felt that his opinions in the meeting were unimportant, and no one cared what he said.
This situation would have been unimaginable in the past.
But now it has actually happened.
He had to find a way to turn this situation around.
Taylor already had an idea in mind.
This situation arose because of the Mutual Aid Society, so naturally it should be resolved by the Mutual Aid Society.
Other countries are currently using the strategy of approaching the Mutual Aid Society through that old fox Ning Jihua, but he can't do that.
Taylor thought about it and felt that Zhang Tianyuan's words just now seemed to have given him a hint:
"What does it mean that he said Ning Jihua isn't needed to build the mechs?"
Could it be...?
Their chance has arrived!?
On the other side.
Seeing that it was almost time, Zhang Tianyuan sent Mako Mori and the others back to the Wandering Spacetime to continue designing the new mecha.
He himself must return to the Finch Spacetime to prepare to liberate the Golden Hand Gang's territory.
When others get busy, they might just fly around to different countries, but when he gets busy, he flies around to different times and places.
Finch Spacetime.
Marin County, north of the Golden Gate Bridge.
The Golden Hand Gang have now noticed the changes in the environment of San Francisco.
Or perhaps they sensed something was wrong as early as the night the Mutual Aid Society wiped out the Newt Gang.
That night, explosions and flames shot into the sky, visible even across the Golden Gate Bridge.
At first, the Golden Hand Gang members thought it was an internal conflict within the Newt Gang, but as time went on, they realized something was wrong.
That firepower is insane!
This is hardly a gang.
A middle-aged man with military experience could tell from the light reflected from the clouds that the enemy had firepower of a regular army.
The leader of the Golden Hand Gang had originally planned to send someone to scout the city the next day, but before they even crossed the Golden Gate Bridge, they saw armored vehicles patrolling, and the scout was immediately frightened and turned back.
So far, the Golden Hand Gang still don't know what changes have occurred in downtown San Francisco.
However, they were certain that those men in armored vehicles had taken over San Francisco, Newt Gang was likely gone...
In the courtyard designated for leisure, several middle-aged men were smoking cigarettes one after another.
Beside them were many young people, also smoking cigarettes and laughing foolishly, looking completely dazed.
Beneath these young men, there were also many numb women tied up.
These middle-aged men were already used to their sons' disgraceful behavior, and they calmly discussed serious matters.
"Where did those people in armored vehicles come from?" A middle-aged man with a burly face asked, exhaling smoke and squinting his eyes contentedly.
As the leader of the Golden Hand Gang, Lewis's greatest wish was to maintain the status quo. They occupied the best land in San Francisco, and the Newt Gang in the city wouldn't bother them. But now, that wish has been dashed.
Other key members of the Golden Hand Gang are also considering this.
"Could it be an army from some doomsday bunker? Don't forget the days before we came here."
Lewis put a cigarette in his mouth, crossed his legs, and hummed twice, "Of course I haven't forgotten."
Apocalyptic bunker.
This term was enough to evoke memories for everyone present.
In North America, the tensions of the last century gave rise to a number of survival freaks, who fantasized about the end of the world and were always ready to...
This is the person making preparations.
These people also formed a circle, and their influence spread widely within a certain area.
However, what most people don't know is that in the eyes of certain powerful families, these survivalists are nothing more than playing a ridiculous game of make-believe.
These large families also prepared their own war shelters to cope with unforeseen circumstances, only they were called doomsday bunkers.
This is a real underground fortress.
The Golden Hand Gang members had long-term ties with a certain family before the apocalypse, and after the apocalypse, they were directly recruited to serve as that family's guards.
However, Otis and others in the Legend Spacetime have already proven just how suicidal this behavior is...
In short, to express their gratitude to that family, they still keep that family's beautiful little princess with them to this day.
Thinking this, Lewis glanced at his son, or rather, at the woman his son was holding hands with...
He then picked up a glass of newly brewed liquor and took a sip. "If those people are from other doomsday bunkers, then we must verify their identities and make sure they have no contact with anything outside of San Francisco."
"This is a sacred land bestowed upon us by the gods; we must not allow its secrets to be revealed..."
Just then, a person rushed in from outside the courtyard gate.
"The people in the city have taken action!"
Lewis jolted awake, sprang up from his chair, his whole body heaving like a water balloon.
Report their location immediately.
"We're almost across the Golden Gate Bridge!" The subordinate's voice was panicked. He looked around and whispered, "The news comes back that they have at least fifty armored vehicles. Boss, should we..."
"What's the panic? We're a tank unit too, there's nothing to be afraid of them!"
Lewis scolded his underling and didn't take the intelligence to heart at all.
Because to this day, they still possess over fifty tanks and over five hundred artillery shells, which would have been enough to conquer countless bizarre little countries in the past.
He immediately ordered his old buddy to start the tanks surrounding the camp. He planned to have a major battle with those people; only then could they possibly coexist peacefully.
With that thought in mind, he grabbed his gun, got into his car, and sped off toward the Golden Gate Bridge.
At the same time, the entire Golden Hand Gang was quickly mobilized.
Tanks that were still operational were quickly started and prepared to go to the front lines, while slaves who were still working in the fields were driven back into their houses and locked up.
Although their moral character was a bottomless pit, Lewis and his men possessed remarkably high military skills, maintaining a consistently high level of competence for at least a decade.
After all, everyone knows that this is the food they eat in the apocalypse.
On the Golden Gate Bridge.
Zhang Tianyuan sat in the command vehicle, quietly observing the movements within the Golden Hand Gang's camp.
Those people, who have been out of touch with modern technology for over a decade, have yet to discover that, in the sky, invisible to the naked eye, more than a dozen reconnaissance and strike drones are circling overhead.
All their actions were being monitored by the Mutual Aid Society.
Zhang Tianyuan smiled and said, "It's good that these people came out on their own, which saves us some trouble. We were planning to do what the Newt Gang did: surround them on three sides and leave one open so they could escape."
"Now it's much better. The slaves are all locked up separately, so we don't have to worry about innocent people getting hurt during the bombing."
Wang Lei was in charge of directing operations on site.
He silently marked the houses where slaves were imprisoned as unattackable targets in the combat system, and then marked the tanks that were gathering as key targets for attack.
"Two minutes later, the drones will begin clearing out the enemy's armored forces," Wang Lei ordered.
On the street.
Sitting in the car, Lewis held binoculars and looked at a road that cut through the mountains in the distance. According to intelligence sent back by others, the armored forces on the other side were about to emerge from this road.
Behind him was the first group of tanks that had been lying in ambush.
If they can block the road here and prevent the armored forces on the other side from coming out of the mountains, they can create a situation where they outnumber the enemy...
Just as I was making these plans, the car radio suddenly picked up the latest message:
"Boss, they suddenly stopped!"
What's the reason?
"Have no idea."
Lewis clutched his chest, still trying to figure out what was wrong, when he suddenly heard a strange sound coming from the sky...
boom!
Like a thunderclap on the ground!
The enormous impact spread across the ground, and scorching air swept across the entire arena!