"Qin Zheng, this life of yours is a life that has already been lost."
The day he was kicked out of the Qin family, he lost once. Later, he spent three years repairing scrapped machines at an abandoned station, and everyone treated him like dirt.
The R country's warship crossed the line and fired its guns at the fishermen's heads. There was an old man on that ship who sent him salted fish every year. Qin Zheng privately launched a three-generation hound, flew through the thick fog, and hit a two thousand ton destroyer head-on.
There is only something in his mecha in the world - a living energy source from the depths of the galaxy, which has withstood the fatal G-force for him, pushed it beyond the limit of output, and left dark purple veins in his blood vessels. It says: You owe me a debt.
That collision smashed the outpost of Country R, hit the fleet of Country M, and pierced the trash mask on Qin Zheng's face. The old general of the seventh defense zone said: If you really want to take this thing out - what happens next will be entangled with the entire sea.
Qin Zheng clutched the cracked hydraulic rod and grinned: "I'm scared of you." I'll go tomorrow.
The whole world is looking for this core. And it only recognizes one person. A person who has lost his life before and dares to bet again.
