"The adaptive combat suit will affect data collection."
Li Zheng grabbed the collar of the undershirt and lifted it up, pulling the soft combat suit out entirely from the jacket collar, restoring it to the state it was in when first taken out of the treasure chest, without leaving a single wrinkle.
"This is kind of interesting."
Li Zheng suddenly realized that this combat suit seemed never to wear out, as if he was wearing new clothes every day.
After taking off the combat suit, the data recording screen began to flicker, with numbers constantly changing. Rothschild stared at it for a while, a look of shock in his eyes: "This! Why is the data changing so drastically?"
He was doubtful and wanted to confirm again, saying into the communicator: "The plan has changed. Be ready; the gravity coefficient this time may exceed thirteen times."
"Uh?" Li Zheng couldn't see his own data and was puzzled for a moment. He put the combat suit back into the capsule and nodded: "Okay."
