An Unscientific Marvel Scientist

"Brother! Get up! Brother! Get up!"

Early the next morning, Kraft was woken up by the excited dog. As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw Quinn's stupid face resting on his pillow, wheezing. tongue.

"Brother! It's time to go to the lab!"

"..."

The bleary-eyed Kraft threw the quilt over his head and got back into the bed.

Yesterday, he stopped Martin from fighting with Peter, and chatted with Martin. It was already early morning when he came back, and he didn't have much sleep at all. He was still sleepy at this time.

"I'll sleep for another hour..." Before Quinn could continue howling, he added another sentence: "If you keep disturbing me to sleep, your armor will be gone."

"Aw-wow..."

Quinn swallowed his voice decisively, turned his head and ran away.

"It's okay to confiscate the battle armor, I touched it..."

When he was a child, Kraft, who was still a little sleepy, struggled to get up from the bed, walked to the bathroom in a daze and began to wash up, while Quinn followed him every step of the way, constantly urging him.

"Brother, hurry up! It's almost noon!"

Kraft, who was so annoyed by Quinn, hurriedly finished the breakfast prepared by Alice, and headed to his laboratory with Quinn, who had been waiting for a long time, and Beja, who wanted to join in the fun.

"So what type of armor do you like?"

In the laboratory, Kraft showed two design ideas for Quinn to choose as usual.

"Big ones! I like big ones!"

Quinn chose the heavily armed armor without hesitation.

"Can."

Kraft nodded, and began to design the armor for Quinn.

Unlike Beja's light armor, many parts of the heavy armor cannot be assembled with nanomachines, so if you want to stuff it into the collar, you basically have to use space compression technology to get it done, but this has One problem is that it is inconvenient to position accurately when dressing.

"There are several ways to solve it now—"

Kraft left the decision to Gouzi himself, and he said to him with his fingers.

"Put on a vest with a locator for you, but in this case, you have to wear it all the time. If you lose the vest, you will not be able to wear the armor."

"The second is to tie locators on your limbs and tail. This will be much lighter than wearing a vest. The disadvantage is that if it falls off, you won't be able to change your body."

"The third way is to inject the nanopositioner into your body so that there is no possibility of it falling off. It is also the one I personally recommend the most. Well... it just feels a little uncomfortable when you inject it."

Kraft gestured in front of Quinn with his thumb and index finger.

"The last one, I put the nanopositioner into your collar together. When you summon the armor, they will first crawl to various parts of your body. The disadvantage is that it takes a long time to wear it."

After telling Quinn all the plans, Kraft spread his hands.

"Okay, you choose."

"I think brother, you are embarrassing me."

Quinn squatted on the ground, tilted his head and shook his ears. He simply couldn't think about such a complicated issue.

"Why don't you choose the one recommended by you, brother."

"Are you sure? This one needs an injection."

When I took Quinn to get vaccinated before, the dog was howling like ghosts and howling. After the injection, he lay on the side and sobbed for a long time. In the end, Alice coaxed him well with a big bone.

"It's okay, isn't it just an injection, and it's not like I haven't had one before." Quinn flicked his tail indifferently, "It just hurt a little when it was inserted, and it's not as bad as Beja's claws."

"Oh, I see,

Kraft nodded knowingly, "So when you were vaccinated before, you were pretending..."

Quinn's flicking tail gave a slight pause, "Shocked! Brother, listen to my sophistry...ah no, listen to my explanation!"

"Stupid dog meow~"

Beja, lying on the side, sneered, flicking her tail.

"Okay, I didn't say anything."

Kraft rubbed Quinn's dog's head, carried him to the workbench, and fixed him with a strap.

"Wang?"

"Didn't I say that there will be a little discomfort, which is used to prevent you from moving around."

Kraft touched Quinn's head with an amiable expression.

"I always feel that you have bad intentions, brother!"

"You think too much."

Kraft picked up the prepared nano-injection gun, stuck it to Quinn's sole, and pulled the trigger.

"RUA! Brother, let me prepare!"

Quinn, who was stabbed, retracted his paw subconsciously, but because it was fixed by the belt, he didn't move much.

Kraft didn't respond, and continued to shoot him in the other three paws, then turned the gun around and shot him in the tail and back.

"Okay." Kraft put away the injection gun and touched Quinn's dog's head again, "Then just wait for me to make the battle armor."

"Then big brother, you put me down first."

Quinn shook his ears, feeling that something was wrong. The few injections didn't hurt him much, so why did he tie himself up so tightly?

At this time, Kraft had already buried his head at another workbench, and did not reply to Quinn.

But soon Quinn knew why.

The nanomachines injected into his body began to swim around in his body, each looking for a suitable position for final fixation.

It hurts but it doesn't hurt...

"Hahahahahahahaha! It's so itchy! Big brother fucks me! It's tickling me to death hahahahahahaha!"

Because his body was completely immobilized, Quinn couldn't tickle himself at all, and could only tremble crazily on the workbench.

"Death, death, death!"

Just when Quinn was laughing so hard that he was about to faint, those nanomachines finally reached the predetermined position, and then stretched out a few tiny claws to fix themselves on Quinn's bones.

The pain when the nanomachines were embedded in the bone made Quinn's body twitch a few times reflexively, but compared to the painful experience of itching all over his body but not being able to scratch it just now, this little pain is nothing at all.

Several robotic arms hung down from above the workbench, unfastening the straps on Quinn's body.

Exhausted, Quinn lay on the workbench, his long tongue drooping from his open mouth, and stuck to the workbench below, without moving for a long time.

"Alive meow?"

Beja curiously jumped to the side of Quinn who was lying dead, and scratched his head with her small paws.

Quinn gave Beja a sideways look: "I can't speak...Brother, I hate you!"

"Okay, stop complaining." Kraft beckoned to Quinn, who was still pretending to be dead, "Come here and let me test the effect of the locator. If there is no problem, your armor will be ready soon. gone."

"Here we come!"

The dying dog jumped up from the workbench in an instant, jumped to Kraft's side in three steps and two steps, and wagged its tail frantically.

The production speed of the heavy armor is much faster than Beja's nano armor, so soon, Quinn also obtained his armor, which was named "Screaming Sky" by Kraft.

The name was mainly because he heard the news about the Monkey King from Martin yesterday, which made him think of the Roaring Dog immediately, so he replaced the name "Joy" that he had expected before.

Although the main idea of ​​this set of battle armor is actually from a gorilla named Winston, the color matching has not been changed too much. After all, the Roaring Dog is also white in mythology...

After getting the armor, Quinn couldn't wait to get dressed, and then flew to the sky to chase and fight with Beja in the laboratory.

Kraft didn't care about the games of these two little guys, but continued to design on the computer.

Now that there are more and more superheroes and super criminals appearing inexplicably, Martin's super power may not be enough, so Kraft decided to give him a whole battle suit or something.

And there was Peter Parker, whose tights he had worn last night were so eye-catching that Kraft decided, in a merciful way, to get him one too.