Legend of Infinite Mecha

Liu Ling is still too young, too simple, and sometimes a little naive.

After examination by the hospital, he was still proved to be left with a hidden illness-the erosion of the body by the apostle seemed to have caused a very malignant effect on part of his nervous system, and now he needs to stay in the hospital for some time.

As for the specific symptom, it is pain, which hurts as soon as you raise your hand. It hurts at the first move-upper body.

By coincidence, his hospital bed was arranged next to the driver of the third machine. This also allows him to see the real body of the third driver.

"Oh, you're the "Dongzhi" that Shinji and they often mention, right?" Liu Ling raised his head instead of waving.

"What? People in this hospital are so close to people they don't know," Toji complained pretending to be unhappy.

"Hey, I'm not a ‘irrelevant person’. Okay, I’m the driver of the No. 7 plane, Jinji’s comrade-in-arms," ​​Liu Ling retorted pretendingly.

"Don't talk nonsense, you are an adult at first sight. Don't EVA need children to open it?" Toji, who had not recovered, was weak when he spoke.

Just when Liu Ling was about to refute, the door of the ward was opened.

"Hey, Toji, Hon-san and Shinji came to see you~" Asuka opened the door with a grin, and said loudly with her arms akimbo.

Ok? You ask why she doesn't have any condolences in her hands

Don't worry, look back.

When Asuka walked to Toji's side in this way, the people behind her also showed their figures—

It's not tall, but the upper body is bloated. Full of edges and corners, cold and terrifying. It doesn't seem to have a face, and the entire upper body is composed of these extremely tough white polymer substances, which make toothy noises when it moves.

Its lower body is a neatly fitted black trousers, which looks more formal, but compared with the bloated, mysterious, and violent upper body. This kind of gentleness, slenderness, and cleanliness seems to magnify people's fear of it-

"Why are you standing there? Put things down quickly." Asuka said without emotion.

The strange thing silently walked to Toji's bed and stopped.

Then, as if something was lifted there, those white bulges slid down until they fell to the ground, revealing two hands that seemed to belong to humans.

"Hey. What are you doing, so slowly--" Asuka seemed dissatisfied.

"Wait a minute, there are too many things" wait, the voice is a bit familiar

The strange thing turned around.

"Oh. Mr. Liu Ling, you are here too-when you got off the No. 7 machine before, you said it was okay." Oh, it turned out to be Zhenzhi.

"Just in case, I went to the hospital and checked it again, and it turned out-haha" Liu Ling smiled embarrassedly.

Shinji finally got all the bags off his body-God knows how much they bought for Toji (and Toji's sister Suzahara Sakura).

"Shinji, and Yoyo-san, thank you for coming to see me." Toji's voice seemed to be lighter-because he didn't speak loudly-it seems that although he avoided the "broken and amputation" BadEnd, he is suffering now. The injury is still serious.

"However, it's great, Toji, you're all right-when I heard that you were a driver. Me, me"

"Huh, Shinji. Are you still a kid." Asuka looked disgusted. But everyone is sensible, knowing that it is pretending.

"Eh-don't Asuka" Asuka takes the initiative, anyway. Don't ask for Shinji.

"Ha, ha ha ha ha!" Dong Zhi saw this magical little theater and was successfully amused.

After a few seconds, he suddenly showed a terrifying expression of "thinking and terrifying" again, and turned his head to look at Liu Ling.

"So, what, your name is Liu Ling, right?" Dong Zhi asked weakly.

"Yeah, what's the matter?" Liu Ling didn't quite understand why he was so scared. "Why do you look at me with such terrible eyes?"

"Just now Shinji said, you got off from the seventh machine."

"Yeah. Mr. Liu Ling is amazing!" Shinji immediately changed his expression, "They only had four people in the second technical department, and they successfully created the previously failed EVA development plan-although due to the special model, only Liu Ling Mr. can drive alone."

"so"

"I am the driver of the seventh plane. I am 18 years old this year." Liu Ling shrugged.

"" The scene fell silent.

However, Asuka at this time was busy taking things out of the bag.

Then, she took out a small box wrapped very carefully.

"Suzahara-student, Xiaoguang asked me to bring this to you-she is on duty today."

Toji's dark face suddenly turned red. "The squad leader gave it to me?"

"Hey." Liu Ling, who saw the atmosphere turn pink again, suddenly shouted, "Thanks for the hospitality!"

The dog food has been fed by you!

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NERV, Technical Association (Internal name: S·CP Foundation)

Hyuga put down the welding torch in his hand and shouted, "Come on, 912 is done!"

"What? Hyuga, have you repaired the 912?" "Yes, kid!" The crowd gathered around.

Even SCP-173 teleported over. SCP-682 (Master 682) also lazily approached in his bath (concentrated hydrochloric acid reinforced glass cylinder).

SCP-CN-985 (the eighth apostle's fetal angel) swimming around in the water also swam to the side of the water tank, and the apostle took a look at this dark guy.

This is SCP-912, repairing the mysterious fragments that had fallen from the "Sea of ​​Dirac" when the Night Angel was annihilated. SCP-912 includes several items including police armor, uniforms, and equipment. All these fragmentary items are combined into an individual that can move and act independently. How this ability was obtained and how it was achieved is currently unknown. The entire components of SCP-912 are consistent with PD's SWAT standard uniform on 2┛┛year┛┛day (approximate date of purchase). The uniform kit floats in mid-air as if there is a 6.1-foot-tall male (female) wearing it, but there is no detectable presence in it. SCP-912 will not directly respond to attempts (attempts) to communicate with it, but will obey some simple commands in English issued by a person wearing ┛┛PD police officer uniform.

SCP-912 includes the following items:

A black-gray ┛┛PD bulletproof helmet with a flip-up protective face shield.

A black Nomex 3 tactical headgear, the source is unknown.

A navy blue ┛┛PD tactical armor, produced by the ┛┛┛┛┛┛┛ armor company. The SWAT logo is printed on the front and back.

Including several magazines/grenades/storage pockets (through the resistance check of SCP-912, it is clear that all are empty)

A pocket with plastic handcuffs. There seems to be a mediocre supply, no matter how many "arrests" are made.

A pair of black knee pads, produced by ┛┛┛┛┛┛┛ armor company.

A pair of black elbow pads, produced by ┛┛┛┛┛┛┛ armor company.

A pair of ┛┛┛┛┛-┛┛┛ steel reinforced combat boots, the source is unknown.

A pair of black combat gloves, produced by ┛┛┛┛┛┛┛ armor company.

A closed fixed pistol holster that can carry a medium-sized secondary weapon, the source is unknown.

A 21-inch long telescopic steel bar, the handle is made of reinforced plastic with non-slip texture.

Look, now this self-proclaimed SCP Foundation fellow club has a new containment item-which seems to be a very useful bodyguard-furnishings. It was not until a week later, when someone tried to steal an SCP-173 from their Foundation, that they realized that this guy could be used to catch thieves—in fact, the only function of this guy was to "arrest" each. This type of criminal is totally useless (see, it's far worse than the authentic one in the legend).