A loud noise came from Area 38 at the back of the commercial spaceship Ancient Clock. After a while, the ashen-faced Xu Le finally crawled out of the pile of metal components and electrical circuit boards. The youth stupidly stepped on a piece of the mecha's front armor and stood there in a daze for a long time. Only then did he remember to use his hands to feel around his body. After confirming that he had not been hit by the heavy mecha fragments and that there were no serious wounds on his body other than some scratches, he finally let out a sigh of relief.
In an extremely ancient chronology, 60 years seemed to be a very important period of time. It was called 30 years, and represented an extremely long period of time. This worn-out M02 mecha had been in this junkyard for an unknown period of time, but it had been at least 60 years since it left the factory. The damage it had suffered back then and the natural aging of the metal components had made it easy for it to fall apart. It disintegrated in an instant, but it did not turn into a two-storey building debris and bury Xu Le in it.
Xu Le's face was a little pale. His hands and legs were somewhat uncoordinated as he crawled over the high and low metal components on the ground. The first thing he did was to pull out the charging plug from the wall's current output port. He then walked around the wall in a circle before he finally reached Little Watermelon. He did not even dare to look at the ground.
Little Watermelon was also scared out of her wits. Her eyes were wide open as she looked at the empty space. It was as if the mecha that had suddenly collapsed in front of her was still there. Her mouth was wide open, and her expression was extremely cute. That dirty doll also fell from her hands onto the floor.
Xu Le hugged the little girl in his arms and comforted her. Only then did he manage to coax her back to her senses. Xu Le turned around and looked at the mecha fragments on the ground. There were actually quite a few sharp metal sections. His heart was still beating fast as he said in a hoarse voice, "D * mn it, this is too weak."
A mecha whose main components were all made up of anti-fatigue alloys. Although it had survived for 60 years and suffered fatal damage, it should not have been so weak.
Xu Le's complaints were clearly not in the right place. Up until now, he still did not know that it was his method of operating his mecha that had caused this dangerous outcome. That strange tremor that had originated from his waist and spread to his limbs had been magnified by sensors to the transmission system of the mecha, and then magnified accordingly, causing the old mecha to be unable to withstand such strong vibrations. Moreover, the young man's repair work over the past few days had damaged the connection strength of the mecha's body a second time, resulting in the shocking scene of the mecha disintegrating in one step earlier.
Putting aside the real reason for the mecha's disintegration, when Little Watermelon heard Xu Le's strange words, she felt that it was very fresh and very amusing. She giggled, and there was no longer any trace of fear on the little girl's face. Xu Le scratched his head and smiled bitterly. He carried the small watermelon and walked towards the air conditioning channel outside the cabin. Although he did not know that the people on the spaceship had decided to search the lower level, he knew that the loud noise from before would definitely alert many people to come and investigate.
Crawling through the stuffy darkness of the slender channel, Xu Le's hand would occasionally nudge the small watermelon's delicate white shoes. His mood was unusually relaxed, without a trace of regret.
That M02 he had repaired with his own hands had only taken the first historic step before disintegrating. He might never be able to enter that abandoned storage pod again, but he had finally gotten close to a mecha for the first time, and had even repaired a mecha with his own hands, even if it had not been a success — the youth had no plans to become a mecha warrior. To him, this old and broken mecha was just an unusually rare experimental material. Thus, he could only sigh, admitting that it was indeed very foolish of him to dream of repairing an intricate mecha in such a simple and crude environment, using those scraped together materials from all over the place.
These past four years, Feng Yu's teachings by example had always played a role in areas that Xu Le was well aware of. Mecha mechanics had always been dismissive of the mecha worshipped by little boys. They believed that in modern warfare, mecha were such high-energy and low-energy close-combat weapons, and were really useless. Just a random group of cannons would be enough to burn these expensive diamonds into black charcoal. Other than those large-scale leaping special forces operations, mecha... were just decorations. Although in these past few years, Xu Le had never admitted this in front of Uncle Feng, he had subconsciously accepted this concept. Except... mecha were really cool.
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Half a minute after the sealing panel on the ceiling had been replaced, a flurry of noisy and frantic footsteps arrived at Area 38 behind the spaceship. The sound of cabin doors opening rang out one after another. Finally, the storage compartment that stored the old mecha and even more abandoned metal parts was opened. More than ten young men wearing light brown officer uniforms hurried in. With one glance, they discovered that the loud noise had come from here, and also discovered the strangeness of this room.
The gloomy-faced captain and his personal secretary parted the crowd and walked in. The captain walked to the mecha fragments strewn all over the floor, and with his hands behind his back, swept a few glances over them. Then, he walked to the other side of the crowd, bent down with some difficulty, and picked up the dirty doll on the floor.
"Miss was here just now." The captain's expression was even more gloomy than before. The secretary glanced at him and lowered his head. He did not blame his superior at this inappropriate time, nor did he pay attention to the abnormal current output alarm of the central control computer just now.
The plump captain walked around the mecha fragments with his fat body, picking up a metal plate or a circuit board that was still smoking from time to time. His expression grew heavier and heavier, and without turning his head, he ordered, "The search direction is on the next floor, focus on Area 33 to Area 42. Pull up all the videos from the past few days, see which areas the pipes here lead to, and find the most suspicious ones."
The captain looked up at the entrances of the pipes not far away, his brows furrowed tightly, and said, "Separate the stun batons and guns, and use the fastest time to find the miss."
The officers in brown uniforms were all exchange students from the West Woods Military Academy. To be able to represent the first-rate West Woods Military Academy on a visit to Donglin, they were naturally the best of the best in the academy, and were also the focus of the 4th Military Region's training. After hearing this, they very sensitively sensed the strangeness. Just looking for a six-year-old girl, did they need to take the risk of equipping the ship with guns? But none of them dared to have the slightest doubt about the captain's orders. They just suppressed their excitement and uneasiness, looked at each other, and walked out of the cabin door to begin preparing for the search.
"Why do you need guns?" The secretary walked to the captain's side and asked in a low voice. He knew that the captain must have discovered something very important, otherwise he would not be so nervous.
The captain's gaze lowered, staring at the mecha fragments and some strange components on the floor, and said, "This broken mecha has been here for so many years, I've forgotten. That person actually tried to repair it... Mineral star walking car, self-propelled cannon, and even a f * cking self-propelled sweeper... "The captain's tone was full of anger and mockery, but more than that, it was a feeling of absurdity." He actually wanted to use these things to repair a mecha? If this person dares to have such an idea, then he is either a genius or a madman. "
"Maybe that person is a madman deep down, but this mecha clearly moved and then fell apart. Although he failed, you have to admit that he is a genius." The captain's eyes stared at the secretary like an eagle. "A crazy genius is kidnapping our miss right now. Not to mention guns, even if you want me to connect to the central computer of the Bureau of Proclamation right now, I am willing."
"Although the juniors in the military academy grew up eating shit, I still trust their abilities. I don't think they are stupid enough to shoot around without looking at the environment." The captain's eyes gradually became anxious. "I'm just thinking, who is the person who can kidnap the miss right under our noses? Is it a spy from the Empire, or someone from the anti-government army?"
"The anti-government army has been disbanded for many years. They have been non-violent and non-cooperative all these years, so it shouldn't be them." The secretary was worried, but still eliminated the target.
The captain said sternly, "Have you been brainwashed by those people? How could someone from the Empire get on our West Woods ship? How would those refugees from Bermuda dare to enter the territory of the Federation? Other than the anti-government army, who else would keep provoking the relationship between the Fourth Military Region and the Federation? "
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It turned out that the fat captain's worrisome judgment was a misunderstanding or a mistake.
A person's vision always had blind spots, and a search job would also have blind spots. That was why the people on the Ancient Clock couldn't find the little girl for so many days. Once they readjusted the correct direction, with the help of the powerful computer, it only took the staff three minutes to find the suspicious point in the video.
A picture taken through the surveillance camera was enlarged and sent to the captain. In the picture, a little girl in white pajamas was standing quietly beside a young man, quietly looking at the beautiful scenery of the stars outside the large porthole.
"This was the day before we left the East Woods Region, and also the day the miss went missing." The captain's expression eased a little because in the video, the staff did not find any trace of the miss being held hostage. "Find this young man, find the miss."
Soon, all kinds of information were sent back. Once the target was confirmed, the Ancient Clock, which had a strong military background in the West Woods, responded quickly. It really had the style of a field army.
At that time, Xu Le and Little Watermelon had just taken a shower in the room. He was wrapping the little girl's shaking head with a snow-white towel and preparing to dry her hair. Suddenly, he found that the door of the room was silently opened.
More than a dozen black and extremely cold muzzles were pointed at his head.
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