Chapter 612: Chapter 386: That Special Weapon on the Back
“Damn, that’s some serious geoduck!”
Two thirds of the chubby guy’s excited complexion was cheering for Mu Fan, while one third was pride in the quick application of the new vocabulary he had just learned.
By chance, that black-clad, round-sunglass-wearing, chubby guy was still right beside him.
As Harry blurted out that exclamation, both White Hair and the black-clad glasses guy gave him surprised looks, their eyes filled with admiration.
After a few seconds of silence, the black-clad glasses guy gave a thumbs up: “Dude, you learn fast. It takes some real depth to say something like that…”
“Hehe, no, no. It’s your vast knowledge that impresses me. I only found out after looking it up yesterday, and I am in awe of your erudition.”
“All good, all good. I just love to learn, you know, since learning is the key to a long life, haha~~”
Seeing the black-clad glasses guy grinning from ear to ear, Harry suddenly felt like he was falling behind the times. This was the kind of person that White Hair should be chatting with.
Then, without making a sound, he glanced over at White Hair and noticed the jerk was watching the scene below with a smile on his face and clapping his hands in a rather appropriate manner.
His posture couldn’t be more correct, the spitting image of a model noble in the new century.
Out of the corner of his eye, White Hair noticed the chubby guy watching him and felt even more pleased with his own performance. He would definitely not engage in such suicidal conversation.
He just wanted to be a cool, swaggering pretty boy.
To swagger, one must hear thunder in silence, and maintain a casual ease; it’s not so easy to put on such an act. It requires the right moment, location, and people…
Like now, he would give himself a perfect 10 for his swagger. He refrained from giving himself an 11 to avoid arrogance, and avoided giving a 9, lest others think him too insincere.
Damn…
The chubby guy mentally flipped a giant middle finger.
It represented his disdain that transcended all grudges.
In the special spectator area, Gregory had already disappeared, leaving only a few deputy judges behind.
The Ran family still adopted the pose of hands propping up his chin. Seated beside him was Naden, with silver hair, his arms crossed.
At that moment, the silver-haired Ace Mechanical Master, watching the mecha entering the arena below, spoke to the person next to him: “Mechanical Master Ran, I heard that you kindly sent someone to help Loki Heavy Industry with maintenance yesterday?”
Ran, whose face was cool, blinked lightly and said, “I don’t know where Ace Mechanical Master Naden might have heard that from, as I personally was not aware.”
“Yes, I just heard that there seems to be a bit of a delay with the progress of Mechanical Master Ran’s new mecha body, having trouble finding a satisfactory engine,” Naden said, undisturbed by Ran’s reply, her voice light and breezy.
“Indeed, there are just too many engines to choose from, it’s quite the dilemma,” Ran adjusted his chin’s position slightly, making his head rest more comfortably on the back of his hands.
“Well, I wish Mechanical Master Ran smooth progress. As for those blabbermouths down there, they really should be severely punished. They’re spreading such rumors; how could Mechanical Master Ran be that kind of person?” Naden said with a light laugh, no longer paying attention to Ran beside her, focusing her gaze below.
Down there, the presence of the unremarkable Extreme Special Soldier was almost zero when 71 mecha appeared all at once, a shocking sight unseen before.
The one thing that might draw attention to the Extreme Special Soldier was the long metal casing in its hands.
Oh, and that alloy heavy sword slung diagonally, and a much smaller tactical appendage running parallel, completely red in color.
Wait a minute…
Was that firearms?
Naden’s eyes focused sharply, if she wasn’t mistaken, that tactical appendage-like equipment was a heavy gun.
Her eyebrows raised slightly.
Why does it have a gun on its back?
Hadn’t this mecha always participated in battles as a close-combatant from start to finish?
If the Mechanical Master was proficient in long-range combat, it surely would have shown by now.
In the mecha combat competition, none of the mecha pilots who made it to the top 71 were to be underestimated.
All of them had certain areas of expertise they leaned on.
Contestants who didn’t shine in any particular aspect found it difficult to advance far in this arena.
Could it be that the Extreme Special Soldier’s pilot had hidden his shooting traits from the start?
At this thought, Naden suddenly laughed, How could that be possible?
The logistics reserves of Loki Heavy Industry didn’t even have guns; this gun must have just been stripped off the Deep Blue Cavalry, oh no, the Extreme Special Soldier R.
After coming to this conclusion, Naden’s interest dwindled significantly.
The mecha he had been looking forward to had, in the end, resorted to such a dim-witted strategy.
Inside the cockpit of the Extreme Special Soldier, Mu Fan controlled the mecha as it followed the ground’s guide lines and moved forward.
He was also puzzled at the moment, and coincidentally, he was discussing this matter with Black.
Just before taking the stage, Black suddenly requested that Mu Fan mount the red heavy rifle named “Flame” on the back of the mecha.
Five minutes ago.
The huge hole in the chest of the Extreme Special Soldier R had rendered the mecha beyond repair.
But the good news was that its two most powerful rifles were intact and undamaged.
In the hangar, the deep blue Extreme Special Soldier R was being hoisted by mechanical arms, and the repair robots moved tirelessly onto this mecha.
On a nearby workbench, the two guns in their contracted state lay quietly set aside.
The Extreme Special Soldier was almost at the hangar exit.
Suddenly Black said, wait.
And then requested that Mu Fan take down the red rifle.
Mu Fan asked why, and Black answered—
“Because the weapon interface of the Extreme Special Soldier Ge-Z prototype is universally compatible with the whole series. We just detected that the interfaces of these two weapons perfectly match with the mecha body.”
Time was pressing, and although Black liked to joke, he never did meaningless things.
Thus, Mu Fan followed Black’s suggestion.
Now that the mecha had entered the Sky Mother Ship’s deck, and as Mu Fan saw the various mechas around him, some with fierce appearances, some with huge statures, and some with ornate designs, he could not hold back his curiosity and had to confirm the function of this gun.
This “Flame” was nothing more than a decoration to him and would only hinder the mecha’s maneuverability.
“Black, you can tell me now, right? Even if it’s a perfect match, it’s no use to me.”
Upon hearing Mu Fan’s words, Black’s voice immediately filled with indignation:
“What do you mean no use? I’ve been tuning and repairing this gun all day long, and it finally matched perfectly when we headed out.”
“Your Extreme Special Soldier as the most basic prototype, has many features that are only reserved and not deeply developed. For example, although there’s the simple Rapid Fire Gun from before, the advanced fire control system is completely zero! I’m like stepping in for the research institute, filling in the gaps for this mecha!”
Mu Fan listened with a mixture of amusement and exasperation as Black boasted.
“Get it straight, I can rely on muscles to adjust my aim when I’m shooting live ammunition. But mecha shooting is a completely different matter. Now encountering several mechas that can easily enter super-sonic ground combat speed, this gun would merely be a decoration in such cases.”
He knew that even with several more years of training, he couldn’t possibly reach the shooting level of someone like Rodrick, nor could he deal with the Earth Battle Fortress. Both mechas could easily disrupt Mu Fan’s Chaotic Zigzag Step with their unique techniques.
If it wasn’t for the APM speed that suddenly reached the standard of Virtual Flash, the Extreme Special Soldier would have definitely had to test the power of the Special Scatter Gun with its own body’s durability.
“The battle for the throne is not a 71-mecha free-for-all, not a 1v1 duel, remember, not a one-on-one fight!” Black said with an air of frustration.
“Moreover, the area covered in this fight will be vast, and it will last much longer than the previous 1-on-1 fights. In such conditions, close combat mechas have a natural disadvantage.”