These pilots were like superhumans with weak bodies, or rather, mages. When they were fully prepared, they were powerful, but once they were caught off guard, the scene just now would happen. Li Kun didn't even have time to react before he was killed in one move.
Their bodies were not protected by energy fields and they had not been genetically strengthened. They were even weaker than some muscular men who trained their muscles.
"From the looks of it, Fila might be in the same situation. Maybe I can go and see if there's a chance." Garon had a plan in his mind.
The biggest weakness of pilots was that they could not maintain their strength state at all times like Secret Technique practitioners. Their Willpower was like the bullets in a gun. Once it was used up, it would need to be reloaded. Therefore, they would not be in a state where they could use it all the time. That state would also consume Willpower.
In this way, their daily state would not be very strong. If they encountered a threat that they could not react to in time, they would probably be helpless.
Walking out of the parking lot, Garon looked up at the artificial sun. The sun surrounded by silver rings was still emitting dazzling rays of light.
He found the best way to deal with pilots. That was to attack at close range. He had to make sure that the other party did not even have time to react to his Willpower.
A pilot without the protection of a Willpower Field was at most a slightly stronger ordinary person.
They would not have a strong physical defense that matched their strength level like Secret Technique practitioners.
"Stop!" Suddenly, a man shouted from behind him.
Garon ignored him. However, he suddenly felt a chill behind him. He immediately lowered his head and used his Willpower to grab the top of his head.
A hard and sharp feeling suddenly passed to his fingertips. Garon immediately retracted his fingers. However, he was still grazed by it.
Only then did he see clearly what it was that passed over his head.
It was a mechanical bee that looked like it was only the size of a fist. The bee's body was made of silver-white metal. However, the wings on its back were made of non-metal material that vibrated at high speed. Some parts of its body were even covered with some kind of flesh. It gave off a feeling that it was a combination of machinery and biochemical technology.
Garon looked at his finger. He did not know when a layer of skin had been broken on it. He could faintly see blood.
"I told you to stop!" The man's voice came from behind him again.
Garon turned around. He completely ignored the mechanical bee that was still flying in the air. Instead, he looked directly at the man in white who was chasing after him.
This was the man who had just entered the parking lot.
At this time, his face was gloomy, and there was a similar mechanical bee floating beside him.
"You dare to kill someone in the Administration? You've got guts!"
Strangely, Garon did not feel any offensive Willpower from the other party. There was only a layer of defensive film covering this person's body like a protective shield.
"What murder? I have no idea, my friend. " Garon shrugged innocently. "Your mouth is standing on you. Don't simply frame a good person."
"Whether it's a false accusation or not, we'll know once we go back to the Administration with me!"
Garen felt a gust of wind coming from the back of his head. Without looking back, he lowered his head and pushed off the ground. His whole body was like a compressed spring. He flew backward in a perfect arc and passed by the bees that were rushing at him. Before the bees could even react, he had already disappeared around the corner of the street.
"What a powerful skill!" The man in white saw this scene and his face suddenly became serious. "Even a level three mechanical bee can't catch up with him …" His eyes flickered. He decided not to get involved in this mess. The opponent this time was not an ordinary person. His reaction was like a veteran who had killed countless people. He was not someone to be trifled with.
*****
While running at the edge of the street, Garon felt that there was no trace behind him. He gradually slowed down and quickly returned to the posture of a normal person who was shopping, looking left and right.
Although the inner courtyard was chaotic, there were still not many people who openly fought on certain streets with many surveillance cameras. Many people who fought could be seen in many places. After a while, there would be people who would come to maintain order. These people who maintained order were not from the Administration. Instead, they were students who looked very scattered. Obviously, they were the gang that managed this place.
No matter where the fight took place, the gang and the manager of that territory would naturally be responsible for the aftermath.
There was no such thing as good or evil here.
As Garon walked over, he saw a lot of things along the way. A pure and beautiful young girl with watery eyes was tricked into an alley by a few delinquent students. Half a minute later, what came out was the screams of those delinquent students.
A few cute girls who looked like they were shopping together got into an argument with someone in front of a shop. One of the girls had a fiery temper. With one slap, she broke both of the arms of a strong-looking bald man and sent him flying more than ten meters away.
Of course, not all of them had such a contrast. However, along the way, anyone who dared to go shopping casually was not easy to deal with. All of them either had powerful strength or at least had something to protect them.
The inner courtyard was always chaotic. Even if there were people in charge of this area, there was not much difference.
Robbery, fighting, revenge, high-energy gun shooting, semi-mechanized armor fighting, small spaceship chasing battles. It was an extremely extravagant thing for a weaker person without any special means to go shopping.
Garon was almost affected a few times. Even he did not want to experience the terrifying power of firearms.
As he carefully rushed back, he began to think about the means used by the man he met just now.
At the same time, he quickly looked up on his wristwatch. He could connect to the inner courtyard's network here and find a lot of information that could not be found in the outside world.
Soon, a profession other than pilot appeared in front of Garon's eyes.
'Energy Machinist — A powerful profession that uses all kinds of biochemical technology and mechanical intelligence to create guards, tools, experimental platforms, and so on. Requires a specific type of Willpower. Needs to master a lot of professional knowledge, divided into many genres. There are Energy Machinists who study war, and also research Energy Machinists who study medicine. '
"Energy Machinist?" Garon suddenly remembered that he had seen the Bright Light training method that did not have much combat power. He saw it when he was trading with the Glorious Aristocrats.
"Didn't they say that biochemical modulation technology had been eliminated many years ago? How come there are Energy Machinists who can master biochemical machinery in the inner courtyard? "
He was slightly curious and continued to look up.
'Energy Machinists are different from the modulators who used the biochemical pool in the ancient times. They mainly rely on mechanical intelligence, and biochemical technology is only a supplement. They have a great advantage over modulators. The biggest point is that they can have their own research platform, and can use the research platform to synthesize many materials and components needed by high-end Mechs. They can speed up the repair and treatment of high-end Mechs, improve technology, strengthen power, and other all-round maintenance. '
'Energy Machinists are rare in the inner courtyard. Their combat ability is usually not high, but they have a good relationship with many high-end Mechs. They are one of the rare talents. '
Garon carefully looked through the information and flipped through other special rare professions. He found that other than pilots, there were Energy Machinists and Biochemists. These two were the most complicated professions. He already had some understanding of Energy Machinists. If the role of Energy Machinists for Mechs was to focus on the maintenance and treatment of Mechs, then Biochemists were to focus on the treatment and maintenance of the Mechs.
'Biochemist — a special profession that uses pharmaceutics, biochemistry, and virology as tools. Many biochemists advanced from the profession of doctors. They are mainly responsible for high-end injuries, treating congenital diseases, difficult and complicated diseases, and dealing with all kinds of troublesome diseases of high-level pilots. Their status is higher than Energy Machinists, and they are extremely rare. '
Other than that, there were no other special rare professions worth paying attention to.
"Energy Machinists are responsible for high-end Mechs repair and maintenance. This means that the general repair factory can't meet the needs of high-end Mechs. In this way, an Energy Machinist must have grasped the secrets of many high-end Mechs. Tsk tsk … What a huge network …" Garon was secretly shocked. "Such a talent, moving against him is moving against an entire interest group."
"I think Biochemists should be similar."
He suddenly felt a little moved. With his achievements in biochemistry, it should be much easier for him to become a Biochemist than the average person.
Plus, his potential points might be able to help. These two professions were more in line with his strategy of condensing potential power and background and buying time for himself to grow.
"However, both professions require special training of non-combat Willpower. This is a troublesome condition." Garon thought of a solution as he walked towards Professor Van Doe's small villa.
When he returned to the villa, he went straight to the Intelligence Center and asked Hill about the professor's whereabouts. It was almost time for the lecture. After entering the Inner Courtyard for a few days, he almost forgot that Professor Van Doe would give a lecture once every five days.
"You're asking about Biochemists and Energy Machinists? Every student would be very interested in these two professions. Of course, they all failed. " Hill mocked mercilessly. "Biochemists don't have the relevant training methods, but Energy Machinists have two. You can choose to buy them and practice them."
Garon slowly sighed as he sat down on the wooden sofa in the living room on the first floor.
"What's the price?"
"I'll give you a discount. Give me a round number, two hundred task points." Hill casually offered a price. This guy was clearly aiming for the two hundred task points that Garon had just received. He could check the number of task points in the Inner Courtyard account of any student who entered the villa. He was indeed a profiteer.
"Which two are they?" Garon didn't care. Task points and whatnot, he could just snatch them back if he ran out. He was never a good person.
"You really want to buy it, but looking at your qualifications, you might really be able to do the Energy Machinist profession. Many genius pilots choose to practice the Energy Machinist profession. After all, who would want to have the secrets of their high-end Mech in the hands of others? Don't you think so? I've seen those Energy Machinists in the Inner Courtyard. Many of them have the same temperament as you. "
"Forget it, Hill. How many times have you said this to me? You've fooled so many people, and you still want to fool a new junior!" A woman strode into the living room.
This woman's bones were broad and her figure was much taller than the average person. She looked like a female giant, at least two and a half meters tall. She was dressed in red and had long pale yellow hair.
Behind the woman were two young girls and boys who looked very tender. The two guys were young, probably only eighteen or nineteen years old. Their clothes had the logo of freshmen.
"These are the two juniors selected by the teacher this time, Miluo and Nehri." The woman smiled and introduced them to Garon. "I'm your senior sister, Galafil. I was born with gigantism. Don't mind me."
Garon smiled and stood up.
"I'm Nonosiva. You can call me Nono." As soon as he stood up, the faint smell of blood left after the killing suddenly spread out, making the world Galafil squint slightly.
This guy … was not simple …
Galafil originally thought that this junior was the same as before and needed to be taught well before he dared to live a normal life in the Inner Courtyard. She didn't expect this guy to not be a good person …
The two freshmen, Miluo and Nehri, also looked at Garon with some recognition. Obviously, the identity of being a newcomer naturally narrowed the distance between them.
Miluo was the little boy. He was about to go over and talk to Nono, but was pulled slightly by his senior sister.
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