Chapter 40： Little Strawberry Daifuku

After the conclusion of the competition, all departments began to take action to prepare for the departure in two days. After the departure of the B612 asteroid, the Xingtian ship was on its way to end its cruise. They will return to the Gamma military base. It pays homage to Emperor Qin Feng Anderson, who died at the hands of the betrayer in the Battle of Dawn and the Zerg.

Tomorrow is the opening time. Ryan went to Xingmang Town during the one-hour break at noon, and bought some local specialties as souvenirs to take home. With a little peculiar smell of wolf poison jerky, and strange wolf poison fermented fat, there are not a few people who do the same thing as Ryan, and they can share it with relatives and friends when they return home after the cruise. Although not everyone can accept it in terms of taste, it is still popular with many people as a gift and a taste.

Lane had one more thing to buy before he could go back to the ship. He pushed open the hinged door of the red and orange bar and walked into the bar scented with ale and orange. As usual, it was full of people, adventurers, local residents, and about to leave. The soldier of B612, the bartender Xiao Li stood behind the bar and carefully wiped his glass. Ryan sat on the high stool beside the bar, and tapped twice on the bar with his right hand, "Two barrels of rye wine, to the side of Xingtian Ship."

The bartender Xiao Li nodded and shouted behind him, "Add two barrels of rye wine and send it to Xing Tianjing together later."

A thick reply came from behind, "Got it."

Settling down the best ale for B612, Ryan raised his hat and signaled a gentlemanly gesture to leave. Xiao Li, who was wiping the glass, walked across from him at some point, and inadvertently stroked Ryan with his slender fingers across the bar. The hand on the bar that has not been pulled away, the fingertips slid across the back of the hand full of hints, the fake shy Sven bartender lowered his head and asked in a hoarse voice: "Aren't you going to leave some good memories in Xingmang Town? "

Ryan was not in the mood to play ambiguous with people, so he pulled his hand back directly. The other party's invitation and undisguised flirting didn't make any waves in his heart, and he even thought a little bit that the bartender should wipe him before he acted. The face and cheeks with the fermented fat scraps of the wolf poison beast can't enhance the charm.

"You leave it to those who need it," Ryan said.

The bartender bit his lower lip unhappily and looked at Ryan stubbornly. He asked unwillingly, "Why?" With so many people coming and going in the bar, he saw that the little officer in front of him was the most pleasing to the eye, but he was even rejected. !

Lane said bluntly: "I have a family."

"Cut, it's just a wife and a family." The bartender dismissed this. Whenever the warship docked on the B612 asteroid, how many family members developed a romantic encounter here, and talked about a free and unaffected life. Genetic adaptation bound love. "Is your marriage free love or distributed by the empire? Needless to say, a single-minded person like you must have never been in a relationship. A wife is the best result of genetic adaptation. Are you satisfied? Do you love him? Hehe, there are not many happy marriages in the empire's genetically adapted marriages, but it is just a matter of living together, and marriages that are together for reproduction will not be happy."

"Are you very dissatisfied with matching marriage?" Ryan's tone was a little doubtful but firm from the beginning.

The bartender didn't answer directly. He said, "There is relative freedom only in a small remote planet. You haven't answered me, is there love in your marriage?"

"I love him." There is no doubt about it, Ryan loves his wife, loves Auston, and he doesn't need approval from others, as long as he clearly understands his own heart. Ryan had stood up, he nodded slightly, turned and walked out without any pause.

Hearing Ryan's answer, the bartender's mind went blank for a moment. He wanted to sneer back, justifying that finding love in genetic adaptation was like finding sweetness in the fermented fat of the wolf poisonous beast. It was stupid and hopeless, but He looked at Ryan's back, opened his mouth, but couldn't say a word.

Many people who avoid genetic matching marriage choose to escape to small remote planets. People on these planets have no need for credit points at all, and even the utilization rate of personal terminals is not high. The stars they use are rarely seen in big cities. paper money. When the age of adaptation is up, the empire issues a red warning, and they don't care at all.

Lane walked to the door, and when he was about to open the door, the door was pushed open from the outside, and an adventurer came in with a hat under the brim and a cage. The object kept hitting the cage, making a thumping sound.

Lane's eyes only stayed in the cage for a second, and the adventurer noticed it. He lifted a corner of the black cloth to reveal the small things inside, and tried his best to sell it to Ryan, "A mutated griffin, the poor little one was abandoned by its parents, do you want to buy another one, it's cute, buy it back Home can be a pet."

"Tricky George has begun to lie again. Don't believe him that soldier. Mutated griffins don't live long at all. They will get rickets and won't live for three years."

"It will also eat a lot of food. Damn, I raised one more than ten years ago. It is a normal griffin. Three meals a day, every meal has meat, more than I eat, don't give Meat was so irritable that it almost killed me."

"and after?"

"Sold it, gave it to a pirate, do whatever you want with that thing."

The guy who was called Tricky George was not angry at all when his peers exposed him. He smiled and sold the only gain of this trip - a mutant griffin that was abandoned by his parents. "It's just a fresh one, just throw it away when it's dead, the fur is okay, and it can be used as a scarf when it's peeled off. Its throwback speciality makes it have no sharp beak and eagle claws, and it looks more like a small white Lion, pulling your nails and grinding your teeth won't hurt anyone."

The griffins living on B612 are absolute overlords. They have the body of a lion, the head, wings and sharp claws of an eagle. They dominate the sky and land. Legend has it that it is a combination of two creatures, and their descendants have a certain atavism. Chances are, atavistic little beasts will be ruthlessly abandoned by their parents. But no matter how powerful beasts are, they can't escape the hands of human beings. There are many small griffins smuggled out of the planet every year. The military has intervened. Anyone who finds smuggling will be arrested immediately, and the adventurers will turn their hands to the atavistic mutants. On the small beasts, the abandoned ones were adopted by humans, whether it was good or bad.

Lane looked at the cage, and a white plush creature squatted in the corner with its small wings, showing its tender teeth to the humans outside, with fierce milk.

This is not just an atavistic griffin, but an albino creature with genetic defects that make it difficult to raise.

"Isn't the emblem of the Golden Crusade a winged lion, isn't this atavistic griffin a good match?"

Ryan glanced at the open-mouthed adventurer indifferently, and the adventurer who was waiting to continue selling froze in his heart, smiled shyly, put down the black cloth and was ready to leave. He was stopped by Ryan, "How much?"

There is a door! When the adventurer's eyes lit up, he opened his mouth and said, "Fifty thousand."

Ryan smiled lightly, but the smile didn't reach his eyes, "Do I look deceived?"

The adventurer almost nodded. At first glance, Ryan was the kind of son who was born in a good family and had never seen much social darkness. His warm eyes seemed to have a bit of unworldly innocence. If the adventurer had seen Ryan choking people , I certainly wouldn't think he was so deceived.

"five hundred."

The adventurer almost jumped up, "I brought this back from the icy grassland at the risk of my life, five hundred, what are you doing..." Reaching Ryan's indifferent sight, the adventurer choked on the rest of his neck. , he sounded like a goose strangled by the neck a few times, "Hohohoho", then retrieved his tongue and said decisively, "Deal."

Those who dare to be adventurers are very sensitive to danger. Those who act boldly and have no scruples are either outstanding in martial arts, or the grass on the tomb is five meters high.

When Ryan left the Red Orange Bar, in addition to the one he had in his hand at the beginning, there was also a cage covered with black cloth. The little guy in the cage didn't appreciate it, and he didn't appreciate the person who carried him saving his life. Began to slam into the cage violently, the dignity of the griffin flowing in the blood does not allow the beast to be trapped in the small cage.

That is to say, Ryan is strong and skilled, so he didn't let the cage go away. The adventurer used a good cage with excellent quality. It is allowed to keep pets on the Xingtian Ship. It is floating in the vast universe. It is always necessary to take some decompression measures. It is a good way to raise harmless small pets.

"Your pet is a little special." The logistics department, where pets are registered, the clerk looked up and down the cage for things smaller than cats. Looking up half-jokingly, he said, "Are you sure this is a kitten that hasn't been weaned yet?"

The white little beast's lanugo has not faded, the wings are covered with downy, and there are only two sharp deciduous teeth in its mouth.

Ryan said: "After three months of returning to the voyage, it will be bigger than a cat and can't hurt anyone. I will take it home and will not stay on the ship." Harmless and cute for a while.

The secretary raised his eyebrows, "You actually want to keep this destructive beast at home, do you know how big a griffin is when it's an adult?!"

"The body is 4 meters long, weighs 260 kilograms, and has a wingspan of more than 7 meters." Ryan grinned, shyly showing the expansion of the landlord's silly son, "My family runs a farm, and there is a fairly large planting star. "

Clerk: "..." Tears of poverty flowed from his heart, and his wallet limited his imagination. "You grab it out, throw it in the cleaning pod, take a shower, and get a shot. Oh, by the way, there's a name tag around your neck. What's your name? It'll be engraved on the nameplate later. "

"Da Fu."

What the **** is this? do not know. The clerk decided not to ask further, lest he hear another answer that would make his wallet tighten.

Opening the cage, Ryan reached in and grabbed it.

"Ow." The atavistic griffin, already named Dafu, shrank in the corner and barked its teeth at Ryan's hand, making a childish cry. I found that the hand didn't stop at all, the fear from the blood made it rush past, hugged the hand and bit it wildly, licking the saliva from Ryan's hand, == a mouthful of little glutinous rice teeth is nothing at all. Lethality, but it bites people itchy.

The little gryphon, which was struggling to resist, was thrown into the clean cabin, and took its first bath in the beast's life. It was washed with water and the wind was blowing. The little beast was screaming and screaming inside, trying to keep fighting. gesture, but the strength is too small to do it. When Ryan was taken out of the cleaning cabin, it forgot to resist, grinned at the cleaning cabin, and rushed to punch and kick. However, after being injected by the clerk's part-time veterinarian, its enemy became the clerk, waving and grabbing to give the clerk a hard blow.

The secretary was gently scratched, and pinched Dafu's cheek playfully, "This little thing is wild and hard to tame, you should pay attention when raising it."

"Yeah." Ryan also thinks so, and will be stocked in the forest where the stars are planted in the future, whether it is wild or not, "Is there calcium tablets for animals?"

"Yes, and pet food, do you want it?"

Ryan looked down at Dafu, who was licking his paws. This little guy will eat meat in the future. "Come and try it in a bag." Meat, people are running out of food.

Dafu didn't know that he had been deprived of flesh since he entered the master's hands. It kept licking the legs that had been shot, and the amber eyes were full of doubts, as if wondering why the wound had disappeared despite the pain.

Carrying the little beast back to the dormitory, Auston was inside, wearing an apron and clumsily operating the coffee machine, trying to make a cup of perfect and silky coffee by himself. Lane's mind came to Amy lying weakly in bed because of gastroenteritis...

Lane said happily, "I'm back, see what I've brought back."

Auston turned his head and saw the little beast lying honestly in Ryan's arms. God knows how it was cleaned up just now to be so honest.

"An atavistic Griffin?" Auston came over and took the little beast in Ryan's arms, clearly feeling the little guy's tense body relaxed, accompanied by a relieved "huh".

"If you don't buy it, you'll be skinned." Ryan's voice had come from the coffee machine. "After the cruise, take it home. After training, you can herd cattle. If you can't do it, you can stock it in the woods."

Oh

Ston stretched out his hand and scratched on the neck of the little beast, his fingers touched the cold nameplate, he took it out and saw that the name of the little beast was engraved on it - Daifuku.

Strawberry Daifuku. Little strawberry, big blessing.

"Starting to make small mechas?" Auston had a guess. He walked to Ryan with Daifuku in his arms. The coffee he had never been able to do well had been formed under Ryan's hands, and beautiful patterns were drawn on the surface of the cup.

Ryan glanced at Daifuku, who wanted to practice his teeth with Auston's fingers. Daifuku's amber eyes swished away, and he no longer peeked at Ryan with a guilty conscience. He obediently closed his mouth and did not wait for an opportunity to bite his fingers. The griffin has a very high IQ, equivalent to a ten-year-old child. Dafu has learned to look at people at such a young age, and his future is boundless.

Ryan retracted his gaze and said with a smile, "Soon, you will be able to see Little Strawberry."

In the port of the B612 military base, the huge mobile steel castle Xingtian ship and its frigates are ready, the engines are roaring, and the fleet can leave the asteroid as long as the commander-in-chief gives an order. The troops stationed on the ground stood in rows in the distance. They looked up at the Xingtian Ship, and if they met again, it was the next cruise season.

"salute!"

With an order, hundreds of garrisoned troops saluted in unison, and the Xingtian Ship responded with a heavy buzzing sound as they watched. The ship took off slowly, faster and faster, and cast a huge shadow on the ground. The Empire's top cruiser and battleship escaped from the atmosphere of the B612 asteroid, broke free from the asteroid's gravity, and arrived at the predetermined coordinates. B612 became a palm-sized azure planet outside the window. The frigates surrounded the Xingtian ship, and the formation assembled and prepared to set off.

Xingtian Ship Command Center.

The deputy captain reported, "General, the fleet formation is complete, please instruct."

Auston looked at the mysterious universe through the huge screen, and said calmly, "Let's go."

With an order, the Xingtian ship and the frigates increased their speed and started to move. They would come to the Avenue of Dawn after several transitions, and then return quickly after staying at the old site of the Battle of Dawn.

During the journey, apart from normal training and work, the fighters have leisure time. They can choose to rest and entertain, or they can choose to recharge themselves and keep improving. I think not many fighters will waste time on the Xingtian Ship with fierce competition and strong learning atmosphere. Xingtian Ship X dormitory area, room 1806, Ryan is working on his small mecha during the rest day.

At the beginning of the design of the small mecha, Ryan avoided some risks, but he still encountered a series of problems in actual operation. It is no longer a nanny-type mecha that combines protection and entertainment, it has become a big killer! As long as the user wishes, they can carry twenty compressed particle cannons, six grenades (any combination of anti-personnel bombs, blasting bombs and anti-personnel blasting bombs, etc.), four pulse guns, and an improved Gatling can be installed on the back. Heavy machine guns (more than 2,000 bullets can be fired in one minute), laser swords, heavy steel knives, and small daggers are installed on the left and right arms, and the palms can fire compressed air, air, and cannons.

It also has functions such as flying and diving.

Ryan has not forgotten its nanny side, loaded with audio-visual equipment, has recorded more than a thousand songs, more than 200 movies...

Ryan used the weapons found in the warehouses of the mechanical repair and mecha repair departments to transform them, and put them on the small mecha, and they have the current appearance. If it is sent to the battlefield, it is no longer as simple as being able to **** a Zerg. It can cover a melee team for a "three-three system" attack.

The blueprint was finalized, and the small mecha was beginning to take shape. Ryan was reluctant to dismantle the weapon, so he simply put it on. Now looking at the small mecha armed to the teeth, he has a toothache. If this is taken out, it will be confiscated.

The Gatling was removed, the pulse gun was removed, and the two steel knives crossed behind him were also removed because it was too obvious. In this way, it looks like an ordinary small mecha, that is, there are a little more weapons hidden in the dark, it is just a weapon, the modified Gatling has not yet got the suitable bullets, ready to After the cruise, go to the ammunition manufacturing department of the base to see if you can customize the shells and bullets.

The mecha is sixty-five centimeters high, and weighs only forty kilograms after all kinds of weapons and ammunition are not included. Subtle sense.

The original silver metal color has been covered by Ryan with black. This coating can absorb all light and make the mecha "invisible". Black is the bottom, and red lines are briefly drawn on the edges of the breastplate, back armor, armguards, etc. The color full of impact makes the pupils of those who see the small mecha suddenly shrink, lamenting that the small mecha is deadly and dangerous beauty of.

If you ignore the small strawberry on the right shoulder.

Ryan painted a strawberry on the shoulder of the little mecha, with green stems, red flesh, and small seeds... It looked so cute.

"Cough, cute, um, mighty cute..." Ryan thought for a while and adjusted, "Cute mighty..."

As if either one seemed odd.

This is the name that Auston came up with, and there is no reason to change it. It's because he did a bad job and didn't reflect the cute side of the little mecha...

"Very good, you will be called Little Cutie in the future... No, Little Strawberry." Ryan opened the AI ​​implant slot behind Little Strawberry's head and imported the AI ​​that he had kept for many, many years.

Because it is a small mecha and cannot carry a driver, the requirements for artificial intelligence are higher, and it is necessary to better understand human instructions. When applying it on the battlefield, it requires the ability to judge the situation, but artificial intelligence is too independent. Thinking ability and human nature are topics that have been discussed and debated by human beings for many years - is such a robot a human or a machine? Are robots with independent thinking ability good or bad for humans?

Discussions and disputes have continued and never stopped, and humans have never stopped developing artificial intelligence, so I won't say much here.

The import process was not fast. The hard drive that Ryan took out to save the AI ​​was a few years old, and the reading speed was a bit slow. He was going to go to the big kitchen to have a simple lunch. One inch, six inch... 16 inch, 20 inch extra large, the small fish dried in a circle around the edge with both ends upturned opened his small mouth to reveal a small and sharp tooth, as if reciting praise for the moon.

Different from the first time Ryan ate it, looking up at the starry sky has been improved a lot. Smoked chicken **** are piled in the middle of the pizza, and many red and green pepper rings are placed in the middle, which makes him more appetite. The kitchen no longer strictly controls the use of ingredients, and it seems that the supply ship is coming soon.

"Small dried fish is a good thing, and Ryan will be so good when he eats it."

"Who said that?"

"It seems to be from the melee side, Ryan and the melee soldier Derrick, they ate a lot of dried fish before the game."

"God, B612's dried fish is so good, I would have bought more if I knew it earlier."

"Hey, I bought a lot, and that's fine too."

Ryan: "…"

I knew I wouldn't do this ad for the kitchen orz.

Ryan was not going to eat in the kitchen, so he quickly left the restaurant and returned to the dormitory with a few pieces of food. The moment he opened the dormitory, he entered a state of alert, and his peaceful and warm eyes suddenly changed to cold vigilance. After stepping inside, the dormitory door quietly closed behind him. The interior is quiet and quiet, and nothing abnormal can be seen with the naked eye.

The three planting cabins hummed slightly, and one of the atavistic griffins was hunched over and bared in the direction of the desk. When Ryan came back, it whined twice, as if to remind the owner that there were too many in the room. thing.

What more?

Ryan looked at the small mecha standing at the table with AI implanted, and disappeared from him in a ruthless and chilling manner. The speed of the aura switching was faster than the movement of turning the book.

The awakened little mecha's eyes glowed with yellow light. It gave Ryan a standard gentleman's salute, and said in a cold voice without hesitation: "Sir, it's nice to see you again."

Ryan took the food and put it on the table, the eyes of the little mecha that didn't get a response were flickering, and it couldn't move with the AI ​​connector plugged in, so it could only stay in place and continue to ask: "Sir, what should I call you now? "

Ryan: "Ryan Smith, welcome back to the original, you have changed your name to Little Strawberry."

Little Strawberry calmly accepted the name change, he was very pleased, "I thought you had changed again."

Ryan smiled: "I've always been me, never changed."