"You're saying to dismantle this white mech and install it on me?" Leo and Redflame stood in the mech cabin, with Redflame pointing at the "White Lightning" and asked.

Leo nodded and said, "Yes, there are tools in the escape pod. I can dismantle this white mech and install some parts on you."

Redflame, touching his chin with his mechanical hand, said, "We can try, but you can't cover my handsome face."

Ignoring what Redflame said after "we can," Leo looked at Redflame and the white mech. Suddenly, he had an idea. He walked into the cockpit, took out a stack of paper and several space pens from a storage cabinet.

Looking at Redflame, Leo's eyes were like a calm lake, quietly reflecting Redflame's image. Holding the space pen in the middle with his thumb, index finger, and middle finger, he outlined Redflame's lines a bit awkwardly. As time went by, Leo's movements became more proficient, and each line overlapped with Redflame's figure.

Leo's arm rose slightly and fell steadily. The space pen depicted Redflame's shoulders, chest plate, and eyes on the paper, each stroke flexible and powerful.

At the same time, Redflame also shut his usually restless mouth. He was unusually still like a statue, quietly cooperating with Leo. In this narrow space, Leo's focus, the flow of the pen, and Redflame's tranquility composed a harmonious and peaceful scene.

When Leo finished the last stroke, he looked at Redflame, then at the Redflame he drew, then at Redflame again, and then silently crumpled the drawing into a ball, preparing to draw another one.

"Huh?" Redflame was somewhat dazed. Seeing Leo's focus while drawing, it seemed like he was creating an artwork. But what he did after made Redflame feel like that might not be the case?

The space pen made a rustling sound on the paper, and Leo finished his drawing once again, looked at it a few times, and crumpled it up again.

This time, Redflame finally couldn't help but say, "Oh, Homie, it's okay if you can't draw well. You can take a picture of me with the smart terminal and then use the drawing software to help me design the modified mech."

Leo said coldly, "No, I can draw well." Then he started drawing on the third piece of paper again.

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Redflame wanted to say something else, but he saw Leo give him a cold look, indicating that Redflame should not disturb him while he was drawing. Redflame felt that Leo at this moment was more dangerous, so he stood still and cooperated with Leo's drawing.

When Leo prepared to redraw for the sixth time, Redflame couldn't help but interrupt again, saying, "Homie, Homie, stop, stop for a moment. I know it's hard to capture the spirit of legendary mechs like me in a drawing. Why don't you try drawing this ordinary white mech first?"

Leo thought for a moment and agreed with Redflame's suggestion. He started drawing the white mech. Redflame heaved a sigh of relief and became curious about how bad Leo's drawing skills were, so he craned his neck to watch Leo draw.

With just a few strokes, Leo outlined the white mech. Every stroke inside the outline of the white mech seemed to be infusing this white mech with a soul.

Watching Leo depict the essence of the white mech with just a few strokes, Redflame was a bit puzzled about what could be wrong with the previous drawings.

As Leo's strokes increased, the overall image of the white mech on the paper became more and more vivid. Suddenly, Redflame felt that something was not right, he felt that the white mech in the drawing had come to life!

Leo also felt something was off. He felt that the sheet of paper seemed to have some kind of suction, absorbing some essence of the white mech into it!

The pen in Leo's hand had already stopped, but the lines of the white mech on the paper were still adjusting themselves according to some rule. When the lines stopped moving, Redflame saw a white light flashing from the paper. When the white light disappeared, the sketch of the white mech had turned into a photo-like image.

Redflame watched this transformation, swallowed an imaginary mouthful of saliva, and stuttered, "Bro-Homie, what did you do to this white mech?"

Leo was not quite sure either. He just instinctively wanted to depict the white mech and didn't expect such an effect.

Redflame looked at the white mech on the paper, then at the white mech standing in the mech cabin. Suddenly, Redflame lifted the right arm of the white mech in the cabin with his mechanical hand, and the right arm of the white mech on the paper was also raised!

Redflame was a bit dazed, turned his head to look at Leo, but Leo was also confused because he didn't know what was going on either.

Redflame said to Leo, "The paper can synchronize the movements of this white mech. Can you try to change the movements of the white mech on the paper? See if it can control the white mech in reality."

Frowning, Leo said, "I don't know how to control the white mech on the paper. I feel that I can only draw it, but I can't control it."

Redflame thought for a moment and said, "Then can you try to tear the paper?"

Leo tried a little effort, and the paper was torn a small hole.

Redflame swallowed another imaginary mouthful of saliva and asked the question he wanted to confirm, "You tear the paper from the arm of the white mech, see what will happen to this white mech."

Leo nodded. He was also curious about what would happen.

"Rip."

The paper was torn by Leo.

"Bang."

The arm of the white mech in the mech cabin also broke off and fell to the ground.