"What's the style of the mecha you operate?" Xu Le asked curiously as he finished the last puff of his cigarette.
"No style." Bai Yulan leaned against the wall of the platform and replied softly, "Maybe it's just more accurate."
Xu Le shrugged. Although he was not satisfied with this answer, there was nothing he could do. A true ace mecha pilot's battle style could only be displayed on a real battlefield. It was indeed difficult to describe it with words. He was just a little curious — when this young lady Bai Yulan truly operated her mecha to the extreme, would she also have the same tranquil, elegant, and natural look as if she was grooming herself in front of a mirror?
As the sun continued to set, the Federation's farm on the other side of the courtyard wall also began to quietly shake off the sea of fire. It became a quiet green oil painting, gradually dimming until it was almost impossible to see clearly. Xu Le took a set of car keys from Bai Yulan's hands. Carrying the heavy black leather suitcase, he hurriedly left Whitewater Company and headed straight for the place he had agreed to meet with Secretary Shen.
It was a very ordinary fast food restaurant. Xu Le sent the file hidden in the workbench to Secretary Shen's portable computer. Frowning, he said, "In the past, I had an agreement with Tai Zhiyuan. He promised me that he would do his best to prevent that person from being elected as the Federation's vice president. But that fellow disappeared without a trace. I don't know where he went."
"You don't have to say anything. I won't ask you. It's just that since he ran away so irresponsibly, I have to do something. The things in this file should be of some use to you. I hope you can use them well."
Secretary Shen gently stirred the instant coffee in front of him. He smiled silently, but his mood was a little strange. He did not know that the Crown Prince had actually made such an agreement with Xu Le before. He raised his head and very sharply sensed that Xu Le was looking at something out of the corner of his eye. His smile deepened, and he said, "You don't have to look for him. When I go out to do things, I don't have the habit of bringing people with me."
Xu Le was indeed looking for Secretary Shen's bodyguard. Shen Li was now Lady Tai's chief secretary. He stood at the front desk and was in charge of handling the communications between the Tai family and the outside world. Tai Zhiyuan had gone to S2 and remained silent. From a certain perspective, Secretary Shen was equivalent to the Tai family's spokesperson in the Federation. His safety was naturally of the utmost importance to the Tai family.
Hearing Shen Li's explanation, Xu Le smiled and began to focus on destroying the four pieces of bread on the plate in front of him. He did not have the habit of bringing people with him. On one hand, it showed that he was like Shi Qinghai, a person who came from the First Academy and was extremely confident in his abilities. On the other hand, since the entire Federation knew that Secretary Shen was the representative of the Tai family, who would dare to provoke him?
The Tai family had only one son for seven generations. Perhaps there would be some daring people who dared to plot against Tai Zhiyuan's life and death. However, if they wanted to kill Secretary Shen, other than angering the Tai family, there would be no benefits. Although Secretary Shen's explanation was simple, it was filled with endless confidence in the terrifying abilities of the Tai family. Xu Le chewed on the bread and couldn't help but feel a little shaken. This was probably the magnanimity that came from having power.
Secretary Shen didn't know that his words had caused Xu Le to think so much. He was just a little surprised at this young man's appetite. Xu Le had already eaten four pieces of bread and drank three cups of soy milk, but Xu Le still didn't seem to have any intention of stopping.
Xu Le lowered his head and tore the bread into a few pieces. He felt that someone was staring at him. With the bread crumbs in his mouth, he vaguely explained, "I get hungry easily, especially after working."
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In just a few minutes' time, Xu Le had memorized the positions and functions of the 17 sensitive touch buttons on the control stick. Not long after that, he had familiarized himself with the control stick's method of borrowing data and commands. His left hand began to operate the mecha smoothly. After all, he had been immersed in the design of mecha since he was young. In the past two years, he had conducted serious, even obsessive, research on the Federation's M-series mecha. It was not difficult for him to familiarize himself with the control methods of military mecha.
His left hand controlled the control stick, while his right hand slid along the ergonomic sliding slot on the touch screen. Through the helmet that covered most of his face, the rapidly scrolling analysis images appeared on the screen before his eyes.
The infrared sensors and vision of the M37 mecha's head were accurately transmitted to Xu Le's eyes. Xu Le took a deep breath and pushed the control stick slightly. The five fingers of his right hand moved as fast as lightning as he entered several data commands on the touch screen. In the airtight control room, he could not hear the powerful roar of the engine at the back of the mecha's waist. However, he could clearly feel a large propulsive force penetrating his body from the attachment pad below his buttocks. It was just like the feeling of riding a space shuttle from the ground into outer space. However, this propulsive force was much more ferocious, and the vibrations were so great that the average person would find it hard to bear.
Xu Le was no stranger to this feeling. In Area H1 of Ewha University, he had once operated the M-series prototype mecha to perform many level six mecha tests. He had also sparred with Tai Zhiyuan many times. Thus, after more than half a year, he only needed a few seconds to get used to this feeling, and even vaguely fall in love with it.
The black M37 mecha began to operate at high speed. Wearing his helmet, Xu Le narrowed his eyes, enjoying the thrill of the mecha's large scale leaps.
Being inside the alloy mecha, he could not feel the wind blowing against his face, so there was not much of a sense of high speed. However, the intense vibrations and the additional pale green images in the helmet's vision compared to the real world — those images that flashed by quickly allowed Xu Le to easily capture the feeling of mechanical power and human will merging into one. This was probably a kind of awe-inspiring feeling that could destroy and protect everything.
Perhaps calling it awe-inspiring was not the right word. Xu Le stared at the data feeds on the pale green image, and through the control stick and the data commands in his right hand, he quickly adjusted the mecha's evasive posture, rotation, and leaps. He did not close his eyes, but his mind wandered a little. He thought of a work on aesthetics that the uncle had forced him to read at Hexi State University. In that work, one of the Federation's most famous aesthetics experts in the 17th Constitutional Era had put forward an argument that the ultimate, most soul-stirring beauty in the world was — — silence.
That was silence.
Although the teleportation of a human mecha was incomparably fast, and its maneuverability in a small space was extremely strong, due to the solemnity of the mecha's metallic nature, when compared to the relative stillness of the pilot in the cockpit, it could create a kind of serene beauty. Perhaps this was somewhat contradictory, but it was also so natural.
One person operating a heavy mecha up to six metres tall, feeling the faint presence of machinery and electrical elements in the cockpit. All around him, there was only the faint static from the listening devices and the heavy footsteps of the mecha coming from the cockpit. There was extreme stillness within extreme movement …
Xu Le suddenly had an illusion. Controlling the mecha, as long as he was calm, he would be a black reef in the ocean, and as long as he moved, he would be a violent meteor streaking through the atmosphere, able to burn a scorched scar into the blue sky at any time. His heart skipped a beat, and he could no longer control the desire in his heart. Tossing aside all the standard Federal military movements in his mind, his left hand turned the control stick abruptly, and his right hand swept across the touch screen. Within one second, he had entered four data commands in succession, and the engine behind the M37 mecha's waist abruptly reversed …
"You're crazy! Don't do this kind of action! "
An extremely furious voice suddenly rang out from within the helmet. Usually, the owner of that voice was used to speaking softly and softly, but at this moment, he was actually so angry. Xu Le was slightly taken aback, but he was already unable to stop the M37 mecha from kicking up its right mechanical leg after a sudden turn of the body. The heavy body of the mecha instantly flew upwards, drawing a beautiful line in the air.
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Bai Yulan held a cup of tea, silently observing the activity in the mecha combat room. However, his heart was not as calm as he appeared on the surface.
Xu Le had tossed him 20 million so casually, so he was already prepared to risk his life. However, the more he interacted with this seemingly ordinary young man, the more he felt that the other was not ordinary. At least, he was very sure that if he did not have a gun by his side, he would definitely not be willing to engage in close combat with Xu Le. Since that was the case, how could he risk his life? What surprised him even more was Xu Le's current performance in operating the mecha.
He had never imagined that someone who had only come into contact with military-use mecha for the first time would actually be able to operate the mecha to such an extent in such a short period of time.
He knew that Xu Le was a freak, a genius in the field of mecha repair. He had also come into contact with prototype mecha at Li Hua University, but he still could not understand how Xu Le had managed to do this. Although the movements of the M37 in the mecha combat room were somewhat sluggish and stiff, from the feedback of the data, the quality of Xu Le's execution of the standard military movements was not bad, and his evasive response was shockingly high.
This kind of performance was too shocking, unless Xu Le was a naturally thick-skinned person who had no fear of the unknown. Bai Yulan did not know that Xu Le's reaction when operating the mecha was basically through the heat flow in his body; his nerves were indeed thicker than the average person's.
Bai Yulan was very satisfied, even a little surprised by the first performance of the M37. Holding his teacup, he thought to himself, this freak Xu Le now only lacks familiarity with the mecha, and the experience cultivated through countless real battles.
Of course, experience was also the most important thing. Just like driving a car, a newbie could still drive a car on the road. A thick-skinned newbie like Xu Le could even drive a car at 200 km/h, but he could not be like a real racing driver, who could still perfectly avoid obstacles and protect himself at high speeds.
"If he could go to the frontlines and train for six or seven years, he might really be able to pilot a mecha and go up against Madman Li."
As Bai Yulan thought this, he noticed from the corner of his eye that the high-speed M37 mecha was performing an extremely difficult extreme braking maneuver on the slippery ground.
He abruptly raised his head.
The sturdy alloy mecha's mechanical legs had tracks attached to them in combat mode, and the alloy toes were used to grip the ground. When braking at high speeds, this maneuver could be completed by relying on the power of the engine, but the heavy weight of the mecha's cockpit could not be absorbed by the mecha's automatic deformation; it basically had to be placed entirely on the pilot's body.
The heavy mecha's brakes created a long trail of sparks and smoke on the slippery, hard floor. Bai Yulan's eyes narrowed, not understanding why Xu Le had suddenly performed such a maneuver. Then, he noticed that after the heavy impact, the black mecha's body had sunk slightly, but its right mechanical leg had been raised.
Mecha combat technique! A suicidal jump attack!
Bai Yulan stood up abruptly and shouted into the communicator, "You're crazy!"
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