Mecha Journey

"Energy remaining 2%"

Looking at the bright red prompt in the upper right corner of the screen, Yang Mu had decided to give up.

At this moment, gunfire rang out from a small slope in the distance opposite Yang Mu.

That's right, it was on the slope, and Yang Mu just happened to see the withered grass being blown by the airflow from the muzzle. And that location is on the slope.

It was also the place where I heard the sound of branches snapping.

No wonder there was no way to find that guy, he was hiding there!

Yang Mu didn't know where the anger came from, so he used 2% of the power to control the attacker's left hand and forcefully pull up the fantasy mecha to block him.

"Boom!"

It can be reached with huge momentum, directly exploding huge smoke and dust.

However, the Fantasy Mecha is worthy of being a Fantasy Mecha. It still persisted under such an impact, but a big hole was cut on the surface.

That mecha's sniper rifle is so powerful?

Yang Mu looked at the huge and deep gun hole behind the fantasy mecha and was very surprised.

My sniper rifle can't deal such damage. How can an ordinary mecha like me withstand such a big hole? !

No wonder the mechas of Fatty, Duolun and that girl were directly blown up, and Ye Ren was forced to die together.

etc!

With such damage and such a sniper rifle, could it be another fantasy mecha? ?

Yang Mu suddenly realized that the mecha that almost wiped out his team might also be a fantasy mecha!

If this is really the case, then I was really lucky today. I encountered two fantasy mechas in a row, and they were still in the same team.

Thinking of this, Yang Mu felt a surge of hardness in his heart, not wanting to be killed just like that.

No matter what, you must beat the opponent to bleed!

Bullying people with equipment really gives him face!

Yang Mu thought like this, and used his only left hand to fumble for the weapons on his body, only to find that there was only an electromagnetic rifle, which was still damaged.

No guns, no energy...

How to fight back?

Yang Mu, who was in trouble, looked at the mecha on his body and suddenly noticed the machine gun on the fantasy mecha in front of him. Yang Mu's eyes lit up.

Just use this.

The fantasy mecha's machine gun is set to single-shot mode, and its range and lethality are comparable to those of a sniper rifle.

But before Yang Mu could reach out, another shot was fired from the opposite hillside, and Yang Mu had to use the little power he had to increase the fantasy mecha.

Another deep hole hit the fantasy mecha, sending up bursts of smoke and dust.

No longer wasting time and energy, Yang Mu's face became a little serious. He directly grabbed the machine gun on the fantasy mecha's weapon rack with his left hand, twisted the muzzle of the gun, and pointed it at the hillside.

Fortunately, this is a heavy machine gun. To be precise, it should be regarded as a machine gun. The range is sufficient, but the accuracy is a little bit low.

But Yang Mu had his own way.

Adjusting the machine gun to single-shot mode, Yang Mu took a slight aim at the hillside in the distance and pulled the trigger.

The bullet came out of the chamber, but missed.

Yang Mu did not give up. Based on the impact point just now, he moved the muzzle of the gun slightly and pulled the trigger again.

Another shot missed, but it had already threatened the mecha hidden on the hillside.

The mecha arched its body and emerged from the hillside.

With its smooth body and thick limbs, Yang Mu could clearly see the opponent's shape. Yang Mu breathed a sigh of relief.

Not a fantasy mecha, just a well-equipped "Night Owl".

If that's the case, there's a chance!

When Yang Mu saw that the opponent was starting to move, he accelerated the speed of pulling the trigger and fired wildly at the hillside.

Under Yang Mu's precise shooting, Yang Mu's bullets shot towards the foot joints of the fantasy mecha as if they had eyes.

After a bunch of bullets fell, Yang Mu got results. The mecha was hit, and its flexibility was greatly reduced.

The other party may have noticed it, so he was ready to give it a try, turned the gun, and aimed at Yang Mu as well.

Yang Mu was the first to pull the trigger, and a series of bullets rushed straight into the opponent's cockpit...

The other party's gunshots also sounded...

…

"The game is over, congratulations to your team for winning."

The system's mechanical female voice sounded in the earphones, and Duolun and others also cheered, and the entire team channel was filled with the sound of the two howling.

On a distant planet, the barrage of the live broadcast room called Xixi Girl was also full of barrage of "What happened?" "I must have seen a ghost today" and "God's operation!".

This is a thrilling game, with ups and downs, and even more hearty.

The girl with short hair also had a smile on her face, and her two little tiger teeth looked particularly dazzling.

After hearing the system prompt, Yang Mu also breathed a sigh of relief, with a smile on his face. He took off his helmet and shook his head to dispel the trance.

With this last blow, I didn't expect that there would be a big reversal in the ending.

"Mourinho, when did you become so good? This operation, this movement, no, you have to teach me." The fat man's voice came from the helmet speaker, his tone was extremely admiring.

Duolun interrupted at this time: "Boss, teach me. If you teach me, I will pay for all the money you paid to get on the plane."

"Bah, you actually used money to seduce Mourinho. What's your intention? You evil capitalist!" said the fat man.

"What are your intentions?!"

Listening to the two people's banter, Yang Mu just smiled, rubbed his face with his hands, and adjusted his condition slightly.

"Do you want to fight or not? If not, I will go home."

The voices of Jia Hao and Duolun stopped suddenly, "Fight, we must fight. If we don't rise to the rank of mechanic today, we won't go back."

The fat man said without hesitation, not even bothering to argue with Duolun.

Duolun also echoed: "Yes, we must get to the rank of mechanic today! Let us dominate the entire battlefield!"

Yang Mu just smiled, and at Jia Hao's urging, he put on the holographic helmet again and entered the game.

…

In a large Internet cafe in Hailan City, a dozen young people were gathered in front of a game warehouse, waiting for the people inside to come out. Ten minutes ago, they just witnessed a very exciting game here.

And the person in the game warehouse is also a participant in this wonderful game.

The game room was opened, and the person sitting inside had taken off his holographic helmet and put the handle aside. He was sitting on the seat with his eyes closed, wondering what he was thinking about.

"Hey, kid, the game is over, why don't you come out of the uncle's game cabin quickly?" A young man with yellow hair held the door of the game cabin and said unceremoniously to the people inside.

It turned out that the people sitting inside were helping with the beating.

The boy in the cockpit has distinct facial features, his golden hair is spread out, and his roots are crystal clear. He is really a handsome guy.

The blond boy opened his eyes, and a trace of anger flashed in his black pupils, but it disappeared immediately, and he stretched out his slender right hand and spread it in front of Huang Mao.

Huang Mao raised his eyebrows with a disdainful expression on his face. He took out a card from his pocket and prepared to pay.

"Paper money, no electronic money." The blond boy glanced at it and said calmly.

"It's really a lot."

After hearing this, Huang Mao's expression became a little impatient, but for the sake of the other party letting his number reach two ranks, Huang Mao still endured it and took out a few wrinkled pictures from his younger brother's pocket. of tickets, then drew one and handed it to the boy.

"Not enough, three hundred."

The boy put the banknotes in his other hand, turned his eyes, stared at Huang Mao, and said coldly.

"Hey, I'm telling you, this is the one, if you want it or not, get out of here!" Huang Mao snorted coldly, his attitude suddenly changed, he glared at the blond boy and said fiercely.

The blond boy sighed, but still lifted his legs and came out of the game room. Huang Mao raised a smile on his lips and was about to sit in the game room.

But a hand with long fingers blocked him.

"In this life, no one has dared to rely on me."

The blond boy's voice was still calm, but the violent aura emerged again in his eyes.

Several younger brothers of the yellow-haired young man seemed to understand what he meant, and stood beside the yellow-haired young man, rolling up their sleeves and looking at the blond boy.

"Boy, don't skip the toast and be punished with a drink. I can give you a hundred yuan today, and I already like you." Huang Mao was right, still glaring at the blond boy, with a look of disbelief on his face.

"You know what's going on, now! You're like a fool! In front of me! Get out of here!"

As soon as Huang Mao finished speaking, his whole expression suddenly changed.

"ah!!"

Huang Mao suddenly arched his back legs a few steps because the blond boy's fist had just hit Huang Mao's stomach.

"Mad! Beat me!" Huang Mao said angrily after regaining his breath.

When the boys around Huang Mao saw this, they immediately showed cruel expressions on their faces, and each of them waved their fists and came towards the blond boy.

But the next moment, these people were knocked to the ground one after another by the blond boy. They were all holding their stomachs, hands and feet, and wailing on the ground.

"You...you actually have a second-level physique?!"

Huang Mao, who had been beaten a few more times, was lying on the ground and said with a very surprised expression on his face.

After the interstellar age began, in order to allow humans to adapt to the environment of sailing in the universe, humans developed a series of pharmaceuticals to enhance the physique of human explorers. Later, after many changes, through the combination of pharmaceuticals and training, human physiques A small enhancement can be obtained.

In order to distinguish this degree of enhancement, humans have designated nine levels.

For a first-level physique, each ability is enhanced by 5%; for a second-level physique, each ability is enhanced by 10%, and so on. Each physique will be enhanced by 10% on the previous physique level.

These physical evaluations will be used as an important parameter in the selection of various talents in the country.

Normal people can usually achieve first-level physical fitness after regular exercise and some medicines, but this also requires a large amount of money.

In the future, every time you upgrade your physique, the money spent will increase exponentially, and the probability of failure will be very high.

All in all, in Hailan City, there may be one in five people with a first-level constitution, but it is rare to have one in a hundred with a second-level constitution!

But now, the yellow-haired boy was surprised to find that a person with a second-level constitution was standing in front of him.

A few days ago, Huang Mao managed to reach the first level of physical ability through his unremitting efforts. He thought that he would rarely encounter an opponent in this small territory, but he didn't expect that he would suffer a setback.

A power leveling game player is so powerful!

It looks like he's still a student!

The blond boy heard the other party's surprise, but said nothing. He just bent down to pick up a few banknotes scattered on the ground, carefully flattened them, put them in his pocket, and turned away.

Perhaps feeling unsatisfied, the blond boy took a few steps and then stopped.

Then he turned around and walked to Huang Mao, emptied the pockets of Huang Mao and several of his younger brothers, and then left with his head lowered.

The other people in the Internet cafe were standing aside and watching this somewhat funny scene.

A gangster who wanted to default on his debt was finally robbed by a power leveling agent. The strange thing was that the power leveling agent had a level two constitution, but he came to do this and only wanted banknotes.

The network manager of the Internet cafe had long been mixed in with the crowd. He originally wanted to stand up for Huang Mao, but when he heard the words "body training second section", the network manager immediately retracted his head and returned to his place as if nothing was wrong.

This is a big boss, you can't afford to mess with him.

In the next few days, this incident became a topic that everyone in this Internet cafe talked about. A boy who relied on helping others to practice games actually had the strength of the second level of physical training.

…

Return to where Yang Mu and the others are.

After more than an hour passed, Yang Mu walked out of the experience store with Duolun and Jia Hao, who were still unfinished, separated at the intersection, and then rode home alone.

It was already past five o'clock in the afternoon, and although the sun had not yet reached the top of the mountain in the west, the red sunset had already begun to dye the sky in the west a blood-red color.

Yang Mu looked up and looked at the red sun, feeling quite emotional in his heart.

An ordinary day in Hailan City passed like this.

Tomorrow, the sun will still be shining brightly...

…

At eight o'clock in the evening, in the Real Mecha Game Forum, a moderator suddenly uploaded a clipped video and gave it a big title.

"The rookie mecha violently tortures the fantasy mecha!"

In the video, it was the mecha controlled by Yang Mu that appeared, charging towards the fantasy mecha with a light shield and a light knife.

Ten minutes later, the entire forum was abuzz.

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