pjbooks Chapter 266 I Don't Believe in Evil!
Chapter 266 I Don't Believe in Evil!
The lecture hall was deathly quiet.
You could hear a pin drop.
The miniature bionic robot in Yamamoto's hand slammed onto the podium, making a crisp sound as plastic and lightweight metal broke.
But he didn't look down.
His gaze was fixed on the black mechanical tiger in the center of the lecture hall.
That wasn't a model pieced together with lightweight materials; it was a true heavy industrial creation.
The armor is made of titanium carbide tungsten alloy with a cold luster, the suspension is extremely complex, and the electronic eyes move slowly as if locking onto their prey.
What's most chilling is the low rumble coming from inside the mech.
Like an ancient behemoth breathing.
"Similar?" Zhang Yan stood beside the mecha, one hand in his pocket, the other casually patting the cold armor of the "Tiger" mecha, his gaze calmly fixed on Yamamoto, who stood dumbfounded on the podium.
Those two short words were like a resounding slap in the face to every member of the Japanese delegation.
The Chinese student representatives in the front row only then seemed to wake up from their daze.
The bespectacled second-year doctoral student suddenly stood up, his movement so large that he knocked over the chair behind him, but he didn't even try to help him up.
His eyes were fixed on the "Tiger" mech, and his breathing was as rapid as that of an asthmatic person who had just run five kilometers.
"This... what kind of joint engagement is this?" The senior's hands were trembling, and his voice had completely changed. "No exposed drive shaft? Fully integrated nano-hydraulics? How is this possible!"
The undergraduates in the back row were in an uproar.
Even if their first-year knowledge wasn't enough to understand the groundbreaking technology inside this machine, its appearance alone was enough to make it incredibly impressive.
Who could resist a mechanical tiger that is three meters long, two meters tall, and covered in heavy armor?
"Holy shit! Holy shit!"
"This is our school's project?! We're going to break the mold!"
"Didn't you hear what that guy said? Server response time is 0.3 milliseconds! That kid just took a couple of steps with a broken toy, and the response time was 2.7 milliseconds. What's he trying to prove?"
"Awesome! So damn handsome!"
The roar of the crowd echoed through the auditorium like a tsunami.
Professor Yan sat in the back row, his hands gripping the armrests tightly, the veins on the back of his hands bulging.
He looked at Zhang Yan, the focus of everyone's attention, and then at the group of pale-faced Japanese people opposite him, and his eyes suddenly felt hot.
At last year's exchange meeting, they were humiliated by being forced onto the same stage.
He held his breath for a full 365 days.
Today, I finally threw it up!
Just then, a younger professor from the Japanese delegation suddenly stood up.
His once meticulously combed slicked-back hair had a wisp of hair fall out as he abruptly stood up, making him appear somewhat exasperated.
"impossible!"
His voice, sharp and piercing, came through the microphone that was still on.
"Absolutely impossible! A servo response time of 0.3 milliseconds? Current materials physics simply cannot achieve that kind of transmission speed! Even the top military laboratories in the US and Europe cannot do it!"
The young professor pointed at the "Tiger" sculpture in the center of the lecture hall, his face flushed, and loudly questioned in broken Chinese, "It's a hollow metal shell! Inside is definitely a mannequin costume, or maybe it's just a visual illusion prop!"
The murmurs in the lecture hall paused for a moment.
The students at Jiangda University looked at him as if he were an idiot.
But the young professor had clearly lost his mind.
He couldn't accept that his skills, which he had always been proud of, were being trampled on by a freshman.
Professor Tanaka sat there, his face so gloomy it seemed to drip water, but he did not stop his subordinates.
Clearly, deep down he still clung to a last shred of hope—this thing was too outrageous and defied common sense.
"Whether it's all bark and no bite, we'll find out by testing it." The young professor's eyes flashed with a sharp glint when he saw that the Chinese side did not refute him.
He strode over the table and walked towards the mecha in the center of the auditorium.
Zhang Yan stood still, without moving.
He looked at the Japanese professor striding towards him, his eyes colder than a tiger-like electronic eye.
"You can test it," Zhang Yan said calmly.
The young professor sneered and strode to the black mecha.
When he actually stood in front of this three-meter-long steel behemoth, the overwhelming sense of oppression almost suffocated him.
The cold metallic edge of the titanium carbide tungsten alloy made his skin feel chilly, but he gritted his teeth and forced himself to calm down.
"Pretentious!"
He reached out and touched the forelimb joints of the mecha.
The moment the white-gloved fingertips touched the armor of the mech, the Tiger's engine emitted a barely perceptible low-speed roar.
The sensor perfectly detected the external physical contact.
The young professor's heart skipped a beat, and his fingers recoiled half an inch as if he had been electrocuted.
It really is metal!
No, it's harder than ordinary metal; that cold texture definitely indicates it's a solid, heavy-duty material!
He swallowed hard, and cold sweat began to bead on his forehead.
But he still refused to believe in superstition.
His gaze suddenly fell on a nano-hydraulic gap in the "tiger" knee joint.
The young professor, with his back to the Chinese seats, used his body as cover to quietly reach into the inside pocket of his suit jacket.
Others didn't see it, but Zhang Yan saw it clearly.
Between the fingers of this professor from Japan, there was a silver metal tube, no bigger than a fountain pen.
High-frequency electromagnetic pulse generator.
Although it is a civilian miniature version, if it is released at extremely close range at the joint neuron nodes of a precision instrument, it is enough to instantly burn through the motherboard and paralyze the entire machine.
He wanted to disable the mecha in public, or even set it on fire, to completely destroy the Chinese side's display.
"Let me see your internal structure..." The young professor's lips curled into a sinister smile as he took the electromagnetic pen and plunged it into the hydraulic gap!
"drop--!"
A sharp red alarm blared out instantly from the Tiger mech!
"Warning! Hostile sabotage detected! Automatic defense protocol activated."
The monotonous electronic synthesized sound filled the lecture hall.
Zhang Yan didn't even lift his eyelids.
They didn't even try to control it.
next second.
"Bang!"
A dull, teeth-grinding thud echoed across the empty floor.
fast.
too fast.
Everyone present, including Professor Yan who had been watching closely, only saw a black afterimage cleave through the air, creating a visible white shockwave.
The "Tiger" mech's metal tail whip, which it usually used for maintaining balance and close-range sweeping attacks, lashed out like lightning!
There was absolutely no time to react.
"Snap!"
That was the sound of ribs breaking.