Chapter 40: Group Fight
Chapter 40: Chapter 40: Group Fight
Yang Bo hadn’t controlled himself just now. He admitted he had acted impulsively.
He was already anxious, and this red-haired man wanted to massacre the hostages on a large scale. If the authorities lost their temper—like certain countries on Earth conducting counter-terrorism operations with forceful assaults, regardless of hostage safety—wouldn’t he be completely screwed?
Seeing the red-haired man’s arrogant demeanor, he felt as if he were looking at the developers his group had faced back in the day. Those developers were dressed in suits and leather shoes, surrounded by a large pack of lapdogs.
They had clamored at Yang Bo and his group of pitiful people, "Come on, hit me! See if my lawyer doesn’t send you all to prison to eat jail food.
"You bought those unfinished houses yourselves. Blame your own bad luck.
"Stop coming here to make a scene one by one, or I’ll sue you for disrupting company operations..."
Someone had indeed acted impulsively, and then they were sent to prison... The rich had it easy everywhere. In his past life, Yang Bo had lived a lifetime of suppression. Now, having just been reborn, he was once again disgusted by the hypocritical facade of this government.
On one hand, they used taking care of residents as a front, while on the other, they restricted their various behaviors. Leaving aside consumption restrictions—since the welfare was free, it was understandable that residents weren’t allowed in certain high-end malls or taxis, otherwise the taxpayers would be furious—but what about the rest? Constantly suggesting this and advising that?
Then there was the Genetic Potion experiment Liu Zhijie had mentioned. Yang Bo knew there was a high probability it was true as well. Treating residents as political tools? Treating them as lab animals? Treating them like complete fools?
Moreover, this red-haired man actually called the residents "untouchables," acting as if they all deserved to die. Well, damn it, he was an untouchable himself!
Coupled with the red-haired man’s disgusting, arrogant attitude—and the possibility that he might even be targeting Yang Bo—it would have been a pity not to strike when presented with such a perfect opportunity.
In a moment of hot-headedness, since Yang Bo just happened to be guarding right behind the red-haired man, he raised his Laser Gun and pressed the trigger.
Warship Pilot +16! A stream of information flowed through Yang Bo’s mind.
Facts proved that even a strong Genetic Evolver would be instantly obliterated with a Laser Gun pointed at their neck. Yang Bo was still a bit dazed himself. Releasing the Blade Mecha was a move forced by circumstance; he had to pay the price for the consequences of his impulsiveness.
However, to his surprise, the moment it was released, he found himself inside the mecha’s cockpit, looking at the familiar control console.
The next second, the mecha’s warning alarms jolted Yang Bo wide awake. It turned out that the mecha had taken damage from being hit by a Laser Gun.
In the following second, the Rocket Backpack ignited, and the five-meter-long Plasma Saber flashed with blue light.
BOOM!
Meanwhile, the people in the stands, no matter who they were, were completely dumbfounded.
Just moments ago, they were facing the threat of the red-haired man’s knights, targeted by mecha weapons, with no one knowing who would be taken out by a mecha’s weapon in the next second.
As previously mentioned, unless one was a Genetic Evolver with special abilities, ordinary individuals were absolutely nothing in the face of high-tech weapons. Cases of people being blown to pieces were everywhere.
Then, in the very next second, this arrogant and ruthless guy—who had just performed a trial in the middle of the stage and beheaded quite a few major corporate shareholders—was killed by one of his own men.
Immediately after, the guy who committed the murder released an antique Blade Mecha out of thin air. As the Black Armored Knights opened fire, the Rocket Backpack behind the Blade Mecha activated, launching into a charge.
Many people felt their scalps tingle. What would happen to a group of people struck by a 108-ton behemoth moving at five times the speed of sound? Not to mention it carried a five-meter-long Plasma Saber radiating blue light.
Those people shattered like fragile eggs. Even with Battle Armor designed for Genetic Evolvers, it was completely useless.
Not only did these Black Armored Knights shatter like eggs, but even the twenty mechas blocking the entrance to the stage’s basement were sent flying like bowling pins.
Because the concerts were held by celebrities, there was only one entrance and exit beneath the stage to prevent random people from sneaking in and harassing the stars.
Hearing the gasps of shock, these twenty Mecha Pilots realized something was wrong. However, before they could turn their weapons around, they were slammed into by a 108-ton behemoth moving at several times the speed of sound.
A twelve-meter-tall blue mecha was the unluckiest of all; its cockpit was pierced straight through by Yang Bo’s five-meter-long Plasma Great Saber.
Warship Maintenance +8!
Warship Maintenance +8!
Warship Maintenance +16!
Warship Pilot +16!
Inside the mecha cockpit, Yang Bo had no time to pay attention to the dense stream of information. Truth be told, he hadn’t intentionally smashed the Black Armored Knights to pieces. His targets had always been these mechas, prioritizing this large blue mecha first. After all, not only did this guy have a High-Frequency Laser Cannon and a High-Energy Particle Gun on its shoulders, but its main body was also equipped with an Energy Shield.
Furthermore, Yang Bo had a sensation that this Blade Mecha was an extension of his own body. It was a wonderful feeling, almost as if the mecha were merely a piece of clothing he was wearing.
On top of that, he was very familiar with the Blade Mecha—after all, he had used it to slice birds. The mecha wielded the long saber in its right hand, smoothly delivering a slash to the left thigh of a silver mecha. The silver mecha, which was just about to get up, unexpectedly lost its center of gravity and couldn’t rise.
"Hmph, damn it. Even though I don’t know the weak points of your mechas, wherever the internal wiring is the densest is definitely a flaw," Yang Bo thought. When he was strolling around the exhibition hall earlier, he had used Sound Waves to inspect the mechas. Although he didn’t understand the mechanics, the area with the most circuits was bound to be the most vital.
What Yang Bo didn’t know was that this was currently being broadcast live across the entire Alliance. The higher-ups all knew about these lunatics from the Red Earl, but they hadn’t reached a conclusion yet. The bigwigs in the Upper House, the Senate, and the House of Representatives were arguing until their faces turned red and their necks bulged over what action to take. At this moment, the military didn’t dare to offer any suggestions at all.
Because once the Red Earl went on a killing spree inside, whoever made a suggestion would become the scapegoat. The reason for all the bickering in the Council was simply that no one wanted to take responsibility.
Whether they mounted a rescue or not, the Council was inevitably going to be cursed out this time. The ruling party was especially furious; they knew exactly how the opposition operated—always stirring up trouble out of nowhere. This time, they would definitely act like mad dogs.
If you asked why the ruling party knew the opposition would do this, it was because the ruling party had done the exact same thing when they were the opposition.
But the situation had suddenly reversed. That murderous demon was actually headshot by one of his own people, and a seemingly Low Level Blade Mecha had crippled the strongest mecha on the scene in an instant.
That’s right. According to the security department’s assessment, the blue mecha was the strongest and the latest generation model.
Yes, the mecha possessed incredibly high Defense, but against a 108-ton behemoth moving at five times the speed of sound with a Plasma Saber, perhaps even the defenses of some small Warships wouldn’t be able to withstand it. The blue light on the Plasma Saber was an Energy Blade, capable of breaching Energy Protection.
"That is absolutely an Ace Mecha Master!" Seeing this scene, one of the bigwigs in the Council immediately shouted in excitement.
"Without a doubt! Look at this guy’s second strike; he is absolutely a master of mechas. On Anbang Company’s silver series mechas, that part of the leg integrates sixty-eight percent of the system hubs." Seeing Yang Bo’s second strike, someone else exclaimed in shock.
"Silence, silence! Do not shout," the meeting’s host yelled loudly. Some of the councilors, however, had ugly expressions on their faces because they were shareholders of the Anbang Mecha Company.
"Damn it, the weak point of our silver series mecha has been exposed."
"It needs to be redesigned." The higher-ups of Anbang Mecha Company were also monitoring the situation from their own company. Seeing the weak point of their mecha exposed, they burst into a flurry of curses before hurriedly summoning all departments to redesign the mecha’s internal structure.
Then, in the very next second, the higher-ups of Anbang Mecha Company cheered, "The weak point of Ping An Company’s mecha is actually there?"
They watched as Yang Bo struck for the third time, landing a slash right on the right shoulder of a gold-and-silver mecha. The mecha then collapsed limply to the ground, twitching as if it were a person suffering from a seizure.
"Quick, record it!" many mecha companies shouted in succession. Every mecha had its own weak point, which was the core secret of a company.
"Haha, the mechas of this bunch of idiots from the Red Earl actually didn’t bring any close-combat weapons!" In the following second, quite a few people began to cheer.