"Looks like your Shell Motor Company is indeed not popular. The MX mecha will be allocated to soldiers in the future, but look at the attitude of the military. They are clearly only willing to accept the Purple Sea. What are you all fighting for?"
In a room on the second floor of the Old Moon Base's observation hall, the official from the Constitutional Bureau rubbed his throbbing abdomen as he looked at Bai Yulan, who had her head lowered in silence, and sneered. He didn't know that those soldiers were so fanatically supporting the Federal Academy of Science's Purple Sea mecha because of the Lees of Philadelphia.
The soldiers in the base had followed the request of the Bureau of Proclamation. After arresting Bai Yulan, they had actually kept him locked up in the base. This matter involved the Federation's MX mecha test. No matter how detached the Bureau of Proclamation was from the political structure of the Federation, they couldn't immediately do anything to Bai Yulan. Besides, there were still many things hidden behind this matter. Since that official had already fulfilled the request of some power and kept the pilot that Nutshell had originally arranged to stay, he naturally didn't want to cause any more trouble.
Bai Yulan slowly raised his head and quietly looked through the glass door of the room at the breathtaking MX mecha battle on the screen. He was silent for a long time. He thought to himself that if he was the one controlling Little White Flower now, he might have been able to complete it better than Xu Le in the beginning. However, right now, under the violent attacks of the Purple Sea, he definitely wouldn't be willing to hold on like this.
"8! 9! ... "
"What are you saying?" The official from the Bureau of Proclamation looked at him coldly.
Bai Yulan turned his head and said softly, "I'm counting. How long will it take for the Purple Sea mecha from the Academy of Science to explode?"
He paused for a moment, then continued softly, "Now it seems that I really have to thank you for locking me up. Otherwise, how could that guy be angry enough to personally go into battle?
The face of the official from the Bureau of Proclamation darkened slightly. He didn't say anything else. He turned his head to look at the MX battle that he was also very interested in. He thought to himself that this delicate man was probably mad to the point of insanity. Otherwise, why would he say such a thing?
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Some people participated in the Federation's extreme long-distance race, but in the end, their legs were crippled and their bodies were exhausted. However, they still stubbornly shook off the hands of the medical staff and limped towards the finish line, ignoring whether there were still spectators around them.
Xu Le respected these men with sportsmanship, but he would not do that. He didn't want to cause trouble, wasn't afraid of trouble, and didn't want to attract attention. But if he was running on the track and people in the same race tried to trip him or use tricks, then he would keep running until he overtook them and won the championship. Then he would turn around coldly, look at those people, ask why, reason with them, and fight for his dignity.
This guy was not afraid when someone pointed a cold gun at his head in the Donglin District. He was only angry. When he encountered an iron fist, he did not cower. Instead, he bravely escaped. He did not leave timidly. Instead, he went to find Feng Yu.
This guy was not afraid when he saw the black mecha in the underground parking lot. Instead, he kicked it fiercely. When he was bullied by important people, he did not back down. Instead, he stood up bravely. He did not use the data to try to get anything. Instead, he stood there silently, waiting for reason and fairness.
He stood there until now. The little white flower's mecha was in a sorry state. It was miserable. It could explode at any time, but he refused to admit defeat. Perhaps even he himself did not understand when this stubbornness, which seemed to have faded from his life as a young miner, had returned to his body.
He did not think of Uncle Feng Yu. He did not think of the innocent waitresses who died in the Linhai State Stadium. He did not think of Zhang Xiaomeng who died in a political conspiracy. He did not think of Shi Qinghai who was betrayed and disappeared. He did not think of Professor Shen in the Galaxy Public Cemetery. He did not think of the old professor's hard work in the experiment data. He did not think of the officer surnamed Park on Hushan Road. He did not think of the broken bodies at the concert in Huanshan Mountain. He did not think of the independent director in the rainy night. He did not think of Magnolia who was arrested by the Bureau of Proclamation two days ago.
Because there was no need to think of these. They were all buried deep in his mind. From Donglin to S1, the unfairness, darkness, and conspiracy of the Federation had always been there.
Xu Le often thought of the letter Shi Qinghai left for him before he left. In the face of social injustice, some people wanted to be the ones to inflict it. Some people silently accepted it. Some people wanted to change something. Those without power would shout on the Internet, using silence to express their anger. And what should those with power do?
MX Mecha, the Academy of Science, politics, the election — Xu Le had already unconsciously become a person with power. He could change some things, so he told himself that he must persevere.
Each time the Little White Flower suffered a heavy blow, it was like a sledgehammer striking a rock. This rock persevered, but who knew whether the rock would shatter in the end? Or the sledgehammer would shatter? Or would the people in the Federation who wielded the sledgehammer be afraid and tired?
Xu Le stared with red eyes at the crazed silhouette of the Purple Sea mecha in his field of vision, but he was unusually calm as he carried out his own operations. The Little White Flower mecha could not hold on for much longer, but he was becoming more and more familiar with the controls, feeling stronger and stronger. Those 10 poses that Uncle Feng Yu had taught him back then were all perfectly executed by him using the Little White Flower mecha.
His eyes were red. Naturally, it was not because he was moved or sad, but because there was fire, a very big fire. Xu Le stared at that terrifying Purple Sea mecha, thinking of that arrogant and unreasonable person inside the mecha.
When we first met at Linyuan, you wanted to kill me. When we met at the hospital, you said you wanted to kill me again. Today, when we met again at the peak of Old Moon Peak, you still wanted to kill me. Although you have never really killed me, what right do you have to say this so calmly? You are the only grandson of the Federation's military god. You are a rare genius pilot. You joined the army at the age of 12 to kill the enemy, and you have already become a legend. So you want to proudly say that one day you will kill me?
I won't accept it. I won't accept it. I won't accept it. I won't accept it. I have already killed when I was 10. Today, I want to beat you up, and then make you call me uncle.
"98, 97 … 63, 61 … 38, 37 …"
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Xu Le and Shang Qiu had repeatedly calculated many times. The electronic jets that the Purple Sea mecha had designed based on that deviated functional model could only last for three minutes because the dual-engine mecha needed to adjust its posture while in overclocking mode. In the past, in his mind, three minutes was a very short amount of time. But today, he found that these 180 seconds were actually as long as space travel and unbearable.
There were still 37 seconds left, but the Little White Flower mecha was already at its most dangerous edge. Xu Le silently operated his mecha to make an attack motion, but he knew that even if he did not accept it, he was going to lose today.
However, right at this moment, the Purple Sea mecha, which had been as crazy as a drunken tiger, with an overwhelming presence, and had the absolute advantage all this while, suddenly seemed somewhat uncoordinated as it executed a standard left-spinning sideways attack motion.
In the next instant, the Purple Sea mecha's beautiful back armor vibrated.
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On the giant holographic screen in the ground command hall, many of the technical parameters belonging to Mecha Number One were performing perfectly. Even in overclocking mode, they were still very stable. In contrast, on the other side, Mecha Number Two's technical parameters were already somewhat horrible to look at. No one knew how that Nutshell pilot could still operate a mecha that was about to be scrapped.
However, right at this moment, the light beam representing the most important power output indicator of Mecha Number One abruptly stopped moving up and down within the normal range, coming to a standstill at a certain level.
Then, the power output light beam fell abruptly, rushing towards its original position. The red light beam fell abruptly. It looked like blood loss. It was a ghastly sight!
No one in the entire command hall could react. Even Nutshell and the other engineers could only stare blankly at the holographic screen, thinking that their eyes were playing tricks on them.
However, Shang Qiu, who had been nervous for a long time, reacted faster than anyone else. She raised her right hand high into the air and clenched it into a fist. In her fist was a pen. She shouted excitedly, "F * ck!"
The profanity of this genius female engineer woke up many people in the command hall. As if someone was commanding them, the engineers, experts, and professors of the three factions all let out cries of surprise at the same time. Combined together, it was like a giant wave, flooding the entire command hall.
In the stands, Lin Yuanhu, who had been quietly chatting with the National Security Advisor, had not looked at the monotonous and one-sided battle on the holographic screen in order to show his confidence to the people of the Federation. He indeed had absolute confidence in both Purple Sea and Madman Li, especially after overclocking mode. So, when he heard the cries of surprise, he could not help but be a little surprised.
Dean Lin Yuanhu turned his head and saw that the power output indicator on the holographic screen had already fallen to zero. He stood up abruptly, his aged lips becoming incomparably pale. His body swayed twice. He clutched his left chest, as if he could collapse at any moment.
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The soldiers in the Old Moon base had already counted to 70. They thought that Purple Sea's mecha was already in the bag and that perhaps the nutshell white mecha would explode in the next moment.
Bai Yulan had already stood up and was standing behind the door. She looked at the holographic screen with slight anxiety. She had already counted to 37 seconds, but it seemed that she could no longer see the possibility of what would happen next.
Right at this moment, the sound of the Old Moon base counting suddenly stopped abruptly. Everyone looked at the holographic screen in confusion. They did not understand why the Purple Sea mecha's originally incomparably sharp left-turn footwork had become somewhat sluggish. Moreover, the sluggishness was a little too much.
"It's probably the image being delayed," some people thought in their hearts.
"Maybe he wants to leave the nutshell mecha to play with for a while longer?" Some people thought of Lieutenant Colonel Li Feng's movements.
What happened next made the speculations of all the Old Moon base officers become a joke.
On the platform at the peak of Mount Kaki, the Purple Sea mecha had not even finished its sluggish left-turn footwork when the struggling white mecha suddenly moved violently. This naturally could not be the result of the image being delayed.
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In the moment when the Purple Sea mecha was on the brink of dissatisfaction and struggle, every abnormality in its movements was like a provocative signal that entered Xu Le's brain through his eyes. However, in the previous long period of time, Madman Li had controlled the Purple Sea mecha with a sense of indifference in its madness. There had been no loopholes that could be exploited. However, at this moment, the beautiful left-turn footwork of the Purple Sea mecha had a problem.
For Xu Le, who had been waiting bitterly for more than a hundred seconds, this anomaly undoubtedly represented his best chance. Although he did not understand why the Purple Sea mecha's problem had occurred thirty-seven seconds earlier than he had predicted, he knew that he had to grab hold of this opportunity.
In reality, Xu Le needed to exert any kind of mental pressure on himself to make the final explosive strike. This was because, like a spring that had been suppressed for a long time, if it did not lose its elasticity due to metal fatigue and adhesion, once it got the chance, it would definitely rebound strongly. Or, like a drowning person, once they grabbed hold of something by their side, they would definitely not let go.
Through this series of brutal blows, Xu Le had gradually come to understand how to use the simulation system to replicate the 10 poses that the uncle had taught him with his mecha. However, Little White Flower's mecha was severely damaged, and Crazy Li was putting too much pressure on him. His attacks were too ferocious, so there was no chance for him to put it into practice.
At this time, the Purple Sea mecha suddenly changed. The heavy pressure on Mount Kaki loosened, and Little White Flower's mecha, which had been teetering on the brink of collapse, suddenly displayed absolute speed. It turned into a flowing shadow, evading the triangular alloy spike on the right mechanical arm of the Purple Sea mecha.
The white mecha's thick mechanical legs seemed to be trembling, but in reality, it was moving quickly, sticking close to the ground. In an instant, it twisted its body to stand face to face with the Purple Sea mecha. The serrated blade at the front of the mechanical arm chopped down viciously at the neck of the Purple Sea mecha, sending sparks flying.
Immediately after that, Little White Flower's mecha swaggered up, charging straight for the middle of the Purple Sea mecha's abdomen. At the same time, its left mechanical arm wrapped around the Purple Sea mecha's head, and the battered Little White Flower lowered its head, slamming viciously into the assembled armour beside the Purple Sea mecha's cockpit!
Sparks flew everywhere, smoke and dust flew everywhere. The white light was blinding, and the mecha warped and twisted. There was mist and blood-like liquid leaking out.
Little White Flower's mecha and the Purple Sea mecha continued to maintain this stance.
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In today's MX battle, Madman Li's Purple Sea mecha had been extremely domineering. However, Xu Le's Little White Flower mecha had been able to push its performance to the limits despite being at an extreme disadvantage. The situation had looked tragic, but it had successfully evaded most of the fatal attacks, which was why Little White Flower had been able to hold on until the very last moment.
However, at this time, Little White Flower's sudden burst of three consecutive attacks had truly hit the Purple Sea's vital points. Whether it was the connecting part of the mecha's skull or the assembled armour beside the cockpit, after suffering such heavy damage, how could it still stand?
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