"I know," Zhao Wei said after receiving Qin Guang's call.
"You're not surprised?" Qin Guang was a little taken aback by the calm voice on the other end.
"Well..." Zhao Wei paused. "I've already started treating him like an alien."
"So no matter what he does, it feels completely possible."
"...That actually makes sense." Qin Guang thought it over and had to agree.
At last, the shock ceiling could rest in peace.
"But this is good news," Zhao Wei said with a laugh.
"It gives me even more leverage to convince them. A leap like this wasn't even deliberately designed. If he actually puts his full attention into it..."
After a moment, Zhao Wei asked, "Did Morin make any other requests?"
"Not yet. He said he had an idea, so I left him alone," Qin Guang replied.
"Good." Zhao Wei nodded. "Pay close attention to any requests he makes and do your best to satisfy them. I'll be asking for additional funding this trip. If that's still not enough..."
"I'll have the family step in."
...
Inside the laboratory, Morin worked behind closed doors and refused all visitors.
Aside from meals, he spent all his time inside, converting the Mecha Aatrox blueprint into a full mech model.
Handing over the complete Mecha Aatrox design was impossible.
Morin wasn't that foolish.
Some things had to stay in his hands.
He also needed to prevent certain unpleasant possibilities-like his work being stolen.
Not that he thought anyone could pull it off.
But precautions weren't just about necessity.
They were also about peace of mind.
You might know you won't step in dog shit.
That doesn't mean you want to see it or smell it.
Same logic.
"I'll design it as a standard mech first," Morin thought as he worked,
"and reserve energy-output ports at the weapon positions."
"When I show it, I'll say it's for future weapon expansion or direct energy jet attacks."
As he designed, Morin carefully considered which technologies he could release-and which he absolutely couldn't.
In the end, one thing was non-negotiable.
[High-Frequency Plasma Solidification Technology].
This had to be hidden.
It was like the saying: a small favor earns gratitude, a huge one breeds resentment.
Not a perfect match, but the principle applied.
If a civilization's technology tree suddenly jumped to an incomprehensible level, the consequences would be unpredictable.
Possibly catastrophic.
This technology was exactly that kind of trigger.
Its most famous application was the lightsaber.
But that was just the surface.
It could also be used for energy shields.
And far worse-for planetary-level weapons.
If such a technology fell into the hands of someone with a "bright idea" and extremist tendencies...
The outcome would be unimaginable.
A civilization that naturally reached that level would also develop corresponding defenses.
But handing it over prematurely?
That was like giving a loaded gun to a child.
The ignorant were the most fearless.
Morin knew very clearly.
With Earth's current technological foundation, they weren't ready.
Not even close.
Even if the military promised secrecy...
Morin wasn't willing to gamble on that.
Reality was often more absurd than movies.
Movies needed logic.
People didn't.
This technology stayed with him.
That was the safest choice.
As for the rest, the alloy formula could be handed over.
The mech Morin was building for himself couldn't be junk.
And he needed PPDC's resources to acquire the core materials.
He felt no guilt.
He wasn't just taking-he was giving far more in return.
To an organization like the PPDC, backed by multiple nations...
Technology was the most valuable currency.
Knowledge was priceless.
"Now then..." Morin tapped his chin.
"Where should I manufacture the weapon components?"
An idea formed.
With 10 experience points deducted, Morin vanished.
The Fast and Furious world.
Another 10 points.
Moscow.
The capital of the Pacific Rim world.
This mechanic-traveling to previously visited worlds for just 10 experience points-had finally become useful.
He could choose both time and location.
Twenty points for near-instant teleportation.
As for being noticed?
Not a concern.
The lab had no surveillance.
And on his second day, Morin had already hacked the system and planted a small device to keep him informed.
He could return at any time.
"Alright..."
Morin glanced around, slipped into a narrow alley, and began to "change clothes."
A short while later, a man dressed for winter stepped back onto the street.
Ethan Hunt.
This identity would be used for some very illegal activities.
Morin planned to take control of a manufacturing base in Russia.
There were reasons.
First.
In one year, the world would abandon the mech program and turn to the wall project due to unsustainable losses.
Second.
Russia's military industry met the manufacturing standards and had the resources.
The nuclear warhead meant to destroy the Kaiju portal?
Russian.
As Stacker Pentecost once said:
"See those Russians? As long as you've got money, they can get you anything."
Third.
Control difficulty.
Compared to China or the U.S., Russia was vast and sparsely populated.
Much easier to operate discreetly.
For all these reasons, Russia became the ideal target.
As for why he wouldn't build the entire mech there-
Weapon parts and a full mech were completely different levels of complexity.
"First, get money. Second, control a base."
Morin's gaze shifted as he spotted a bar and walked inside.
With his skills, acquiring money was trivial.
He didn't care about the method.
For natural villains like gangsters, Morin considered it an honor for their dirty money to be used on his mech.
Moments later, Ethan Hunt walked out.
The bar owner-also the leader of a small gang-walked respectfully ahead of him.
Driving.
Guiding.
Taking him to Moscow's largest gang.
There was no resistance in his eyes.
He'd been hypnotized.
The fastest solution.
For criminals like these, Morin never played by the rules.
No.
He used every method available.
The largest gang in Moscow possessed power, influence, and wealth.
For Morin, it was also the most efficient source of money and information.
...
As evening fell, Morin returned to the lab and called Qin Guang.
"What is it?" Qin Guang asked seriously.
"Here's the situation," Morin said.
"I'm designing two mech models. I'll also provide a new alloy formula. Theoretically, this alloy outperforms the current mech alloy, with low manufacturing difficulty and cost."
"That's excellent!" Qin Guang said immediately.
"Do you need support?"
"Yes."
Morin continued calmly.
"I've found that wealth gives me a strong sense of satisfaction, and that satisfaction stimulates creativity."
"This time, I'm being meticulous."
"Two mechs and one alloy formula. Two billion."
"You can sell the alloy, but I want royalties. Bundle them with my salary."
"What do you think?"
"This..." Qin Guang hesitated. "I think it's acceptable, but I can't approve that amount. I'll need the commander's authorization."
He had almost agreed outright.
But two billion wasn't something he could decide.
Even for the PPDC.
"Understood."
"There's one more thing."
"Please go ahead."
"The mechs I design are custom-made. I want to choose the pilots."
"As long as they meet pilot standards and complete formal training, there's no problem," Qin Guang said immediately.
"I'll arrange pilot testing."
"That's all for now," Morin said.
"I'm going to eat. I'll hang up."
The call ended.
Morin then strolled toward the mech pilot department.
It was time.
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