Our great nation of China traverses the multiverse.

It's the place where they produce combat armor for fighting with mimicry creatures.

In the conference room, Duan Zhen sat opposite Fang Jing, glanced at him, then looked down at the documents, the shock in his eyes never fading.

"This is amazing, this is amazing! Can this really be done?!"

It can also traverse multiple parallel universes and unite the great Eastern powers.

This was a situation Duan Zhen never expected!

"So our experiences in our parallel worlds were projected onto the node universe, forming literary or film works, such as 'Edge of Tomorrow'?"

He flipped through it very carefully.

Every word on the document was carefully analyzed:

"A decisive battle was indeed taking place in western France, but no one expected that the turning point of the entire front would occur in a civilian position."

"Damn it, these mimicry creatures can actually rewind time! No wonder they can always hit our vital points! Damn it!"

As he read on, he couldn't help but curse angrily.

Closing the file, Duan Zhen took a deep breath to calm himself, then looked at Fang Jing with bright eyes and said firmly:

"We agree to the cooperation outlined in the document!"

As he said this, he suppressed his excitement and looked at Fang Jing with great fervor.

"Happy cooperation!"

Fang Jing hadn't expected things to go so smoothly, and he firmly shook hands with Duan Zhen.

"Then what..."

After shaking hands, Duan Zhen coughed lightly, suddenly becoming somewhat reserved. However, as if he had thought of something, his eyes suddenly hardened, and he asked sincerely in a low voice:

"So, Colonel Fang, when will you begin providing technological assistance to our world...?"

The reason Duan Zhen accepted and agreed so quickly was...

This is largely due to the strain on the front lines.

Their war against the mimicry creatures in Yinshan has reached the decisive stage.

Moreover, what worries him greatly is that they are at a significant disadvantage!

He wanted to see frontline soldiers wrestle hand-to-hand with those monsters, to see large numbers of soldiers harvested like wheat in a single blow; he did not want to see the mimics break through the Yinshan defenses, rush straight to the city, and cause widespread devastation.

Therefore, before understanding Fang Jing's personality, he adopted a very humble attitude.

"Technical assistance will begin now!"

Fang Jing pursed his lips, quite moved, as he saw the old man carefully trying to please him.

"Now?"

Duan Zhen raised an eyebrow, blinked, and looked at Fang Jing, who was all alone, thinking that the other party did not understand his meaning and wanted to personally guide the technique.

They don't need technical guidance right now.

Instead, we need production lines, mature weapons, and weapons that can be directly used to defend against enemies!

"Colonel Fang, no, we..."

"Mr. Duan, you are my elder, so I will address you as such."

Seeing that Duan Zhen had lowered his stance even further, Fang Jing took the initiative to break the deadlock, addressing him as Elder Duan, then stood up and smiled, a smirk playing on his lips:

"We will directly support you with mature weapons and production lines so that you can completely defeat the enemy."

"This is the perfect production base. Give me a workshop, and all the raw materials for the fighter jets!"

He's about to start showing off!

Give the other party a little bit of a cosmic shock!

……

Old Duan had no idea how Fang Jing had managed to produce the production line.

But with his words, he was undoubtedly relieved, so he immediately arranged for a huge workshop to be built.

"This was originally intended to expand the scale of the battle armor production workshop, but due to the intensified offensive of the mimicry creatures, the production line base was attacked before we could even set up the production line."

Fang Jing was led into a huge production workshop.

Looking at the empty workshop, Old Duan sighed with regret.

"The necessary raw materials are also being sent here."

"This is it!"

Fang Jing nodded slightly and chose a corner of the workshop.

"What's going on here?"

Duan looked on with a mixture of doubt and anticipation, wondering if they were going to use some kind of space technology to extract the production workshop.

in a sense,

Old Duan guessed right, and he guessed wrong.

Cough cough, if that's correct.

Fang Jing stood in the empty workshop, with no one around.

He gave the command to a mimicry mech attached to his nerves, and instantly, countless black dots flew out from Fang Jing's entire body.

The black dots flew rhythmically through the air, quickly coalescing into silvery metallic particles.

The metal particles kept increasing, and then they converged and reorganized on the ground!

Suddenly, three miniature production lines, each over twenty meters long, were born in what was once an empty workshop!

"This, this, this!"

Duan Zhen and the other staff members standing nearby were stunned.

They witnessed a large number of strange substances flying out of Fang Jing's body, and then these substances suddenly gathered and turned into a kind of metal. Even more amazingly, this metal eventually became a production line!

And this is not the only one.

There are three of them!

What kind of technology is this? What kind of science is this?

The scientist, who had been invited by Duan Zhen to observe and was holding a pen to take notes, rubbed his eyes repeatedly. After confirming that it was real, his mouth gaped open, and the pen fell to the ground with a "click".

How the hell am I supposed to remember this?

Is this process being documented to prepare a fantasy novel for someone to read?

Suddenly, black gas surged from Fang Jing's body, and then abruptly transformed into three production lines?!

If he keeps such a memorization method, his colleagues will kill him!

The only excited person at the scene was the internal photographer sent by the military.

I realize this is a valuable resource.

Although the photographer was also deeply shocked, he transformed his emotions into a passion for photography and faithfully recorded the entire scene.

"The production line is ready, Mr. Duan. Let the raw material transport trucks come in!"

Fang Jing's lips curled slightly.

Mimicry is an insult to the word "mimicry."

See that? That's what you call mimicry!

"Oh, right, right, let the truck in quickly!"

Duan Zhen suppressed his shock.

The corners of his mouth unconsciously turned up.

He was very happy, extremely happy, and had no more doubts.

The technology of parallel universes has reached a point where they completely cannot understand it; it is comparable to mythology in their eyes!

That's it,

The more they do this, the more real their promised weapons will be.

same,

The greater the chance of victory for the soldiers on the front lines!

They will suffer fewer casualties!

"Just let the trucks unload the raw materials here, and these production lines will work on their own."

Although small, the sparrow has all the vital organs.

The production line transformed from the mimicry armor is based on a multi-dimensional microprocessor in this universe. The latest achievement is that it can even create space bridges, and creating weapons is extremely simple!

The Mimicry Transformers production line is in operation!