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In the middle of the Milky Way, on the planet Onderon, in the industrial base of Tyran Heavy Industries, a subsidiary of the Fourth Civilization.

"Who the hell modified the design of the Thor prototype?!" Tyron Heavy Industries' chief engineer Rory Swann's loud voice resounded throughout the base early in the morning.

The engineers who were carrying breakfast on the way to the industrial laboratory naturally turned around and avoided the direction from which the sound came. It seemed to be a common practice for a long time.

At this moment, Rory Swann was in a huge workshop. Standing in front of a huge mecha that was at least 20 meters high, he lost his temper. He grabbed a poor engineer by the collar and sprayed saliva all over him.

Their faces were all, "Ah! You tell me! Tell me!! Those four 250mm Punisher cannons are the soul of Thor! Do you understand? The soul!!!!"

He then pointed in the direction of the huge mecha with another hand modified into a mechanical pliers, "But why did you replace these cannons with soft turbolaser cannons!! Tell me! Tell me!!"

The engineer was so confused by Siwang's loud voice that he muttered: "Yes... it was Engineer Zhang who made the modification..."

"That bastard Zhang Jiarui!! When did he do it?!" Siwang became furious when he heard the name.

"Yesterday... in the middle of last night... he said you can't understand the charm of energy weapons... Let's turn raw rice into cooked rice..." the engineer said.

"I'll go over and stuff him into Bansa's ass now!!" Rory Swan threw the poor engineer aside and rushed out like the wind.
Chapter completed!