Xu Le stood up like a butterfly breaking out of its cocoon. Of course, he didn't have that kind of slender beauty. The broken shackles and alloy frame only gave him a sense of valiance. In a space where no one could hear, the old man's voice rang out, "Are you afraid of death? Of course you are. Then why didn't you even blink? Because I have you. Why should I be afraid? No one can kill me unless I want to kill myself. "
The night wind in the small square of the commercial district suddenly heated up. The engines of more than ten black MX mechas roared, and their posture quickly changed. Their powerful mechanical arms pushed horizontally towards the armored vehicles beside them!
The mechanical movements of these black mechs appeared to be somewhat clumsy and not smooth enough. However, whether it was the choice of strength or angle, they were exceptionally precise. Under the premise that they did not cause terrifying damage, they accurately pushed all the armored vehicles to the sides of the street. The entire process looked just like that famous game of box pushing for young children.
The armored vehicles and the ground ground violently, producing an ear-piercing sound and dazzling sparks. They collided with the artificial undulations on both sides of the street, shaking up and then falling back down. The soldiers of the Iron Seventh Division finally reacted. Under Major Chang's furious order, they pulled the triggers and fired at the central area of the small square of the commercial district.
Bang bang bang bang! The dull sound of high-speed bullets hitting the alloy frame rang out. Countless dazzling bullet flames instantly lit up the streets of this spring night. The high-firepower guns on the armored vehicles on the periphery spat out bullets, accurately turning the central area of the square into a swamp of death.
What was very strange was that after the black mechas pushed the armored vehicles away and occupied the central area of the square, they didn't immediately return the fierce fire of the Iron Seventh Division. The black mechas knelt down on their heavy mechanical legs and formed a circle, exposing their backs to the bullets of the Iron Seventh Division's guns. After that, they didn't do anything else.
Howling bullets rained down on the backs and mechanical legs of the black mecha, emitting ear-piercing sounds of metal cracking. From time to time, shards of metal that could not be determined whether they were bullets or mecha fragments flew into the air, landing on the ground. Sizzling sounds rang out incessantly.
The black mechas formed a circle. They didn't return fire, nor did they dodge. They just knelt quietly. In stark contrast to the fierce attacks on their bodies, the smoke and dust stirred up by the high temperature, the swaying street lights, and the hurried shouts, at this moment, they were like a row of silent black stone sculptures, with an indescribable solemn beauty.
What the soldiers of the Iron Seventh Division who were fiercely firing at them couldn't see was that the black mechas in a half-kneeling circle perfectly used this angle to block all the bullets coming from all directions. Meanwhile, on the side facing the damaged armored vehicle in the center of the circle, the cockpits of all the mechas were slowly opening. Facing Xu Le, who had just climbed out of the hole in the roof of the armored vehicle, it was like countless thrones opening at the same time to welcome the return of the king.
He stood on the armored vehicle, looking at the black mechas in front of him, listening to the rapid and terrifying gunshots outside. Without any hesitation, he channeled strength into his legs and jumped up onto the platform on the left side of the mecha. Like a light puff of smoke, he jumped up again and stepped directly onto the open cockpit door of the black mecha.
For Xu Le, the MX mecha was as familiar as the child he had raised. He knew that he wouldn't make a mistake, and he also knew that as long as he entered the mecha, he would have absolute safety. The so-called strong confidence of having a mecha in hand had never diminished in the slightest. However, when his right foot stepped onto the thick cockpit door of the mecha, his body couldn't help but stiffen.
Because there was someone inside the mecha.
A pilot belonging to the Iron Seventh Division was looking at him with a pale face. His left hand was pressing a button tightly, and his right hand was quickly reaching for the pistol at his waist. There was a trace of despair in his eyes.
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This was a diligent and studious pilot. Tonight, he was familiarizing himself with the third close-combat plan of the MX mecha in the warehouse. However, while he was immersed in the teaching materials written by a beady-eyed officer back in the training base, the mecha that should have been quietly waiting for orders suddenly moved.
The baffled pilot immediately tried to order the MX mecha on him to stop, but he was horrified to find that all his operations had failed. Then, he was even more horrified to find that he had no way of communicating with the outside world. He couldn't even turn on the external speakers of the mecha to warn those unaware logistics officers and soldiers!
He widened his eyes and looked at his own mecha with confusion and unease. Along with more black MXs, they easily drove out of the warehouse, drove out of the base, and drove along the military road towards the city. He felt this strange atmosphere, but he couldn't do anything.
The mecha entered the city, sneaked into the night, and then suddenly launched an attack. This pilot recognized that the armored vehicle unit in front of him was his division's unit. He screamed in panic, wanting to warn the commander of the unit, but he couldn't make his voice travel out of the mecha. He stood up and slammed the heavy cabin door with all his might in panic and anger, but he could only receive a futile and hopeless result.
He watched the attack happen with his own eyes. He watched this black MX mecha that was no longer under his control. It was as if it suddenly had its own soul and began to attack on its own. The pilot's face was pale, and his entire body was drenched in cold sweat.
The mecha endured the fierce firepower attack. The muffled sounds were like that of a rainstorm that could be heard in the wooden house. The pilot's breathing quickened as he looked at the open cabin door. He looked at the man who had suddenly appeared in front of him. With his strong will, he controlled his crazy and uncontrollable mental tendencies. His right hand quickly reached for the pistol at his waist, and at the same time, he prepared to press the trembling self-destruct button!
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In that instant when he saw the pale-faced pilot in the cockpit, Xu Le could think of countless ways to kill the other, enter the cockpit, and truly take control of this MX. He even had the confidence that even if this pilot pressed the self-destruct button before he died, he would still have the confidence to escape.
The self-destruct program was the outermost program within a mecha's sealed internal system. Under the premise of manual operation, all automatic systems would not be able to stop it. Even that great existence that existed like a ghost among these ten black mecha would not be able to do this.
Should he take a risk and gamble? He wouldn't die anyway. In this short moment, perhaps Xu Le thought of many things, or perhaps he didn't think of anything at all. He just acted according to his own instincts. He suddenly flipped backwards and directly jumped down from the cockpit door.
Almost at the same time his feet stepped onto the hard surface of the road, the black mecha on both sides swung their heavy mechanical arms at the same time, slamming them hard into the ground within two meters of where he landed. The mechanical arms collided violently with the road, causing dust and gravel to fill the air. In an instant, it actually suppressed the violent sounds of gunfire behind him.
The hard surface of the road cracked and then collapsed.
The soldiers of the Iron Seventh Division on both sides of the street charged forward fearlessly. They knew very well what kind of terrible consequences it would bring if they let Xu Le escape, so they didn't care about the terrifying power of the ten black mecha at all. Almost suicidally, they carried their guns and passed through the metal tree-like mechanical legs to rush to the center of the small square. They mercilessly opened fire at the smoke that filled the air.
After who knew how long, the muffled and loud gunshots finally stopped. The soldiers of the Iron Seventh Division held their guns tightly, nervously waiting for the moment when the smoke dissipated.
The road had collapsed, revealing a hole big enough for two people to pass through. However, a heavy black MX mecha had fallen down at some point, using its heavy body to press down on the hole until only a small gap was left. It looked like a brave soldier on the battlefield using his chest to block the enemy's bullet hole, and it also blocked the path of the Iron Seventh Division to chase after Xu Le.
Major Chang looked at the hole with a pale face, quietly calling for mecha support. Then he couldn't help but look up at the black metal statue-like mecha above him. He suddenly felt very cold.
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In the quiet underground sewer pipe of the Capital Special District, the self-sensor system accurately detected the entry of a large warm object and automatically turned on the dim lights. As the lights turned on and off, a Federation officer could be seen silently walking forward.
A mouse quickly ran past his feet. Probably because it had not seen a human for many years, the most stubborn mammal in the world did not show any fear.
Xu Le, who had just escaped danger, didn't have any lingering fear in his eyes. He looked at the road in front of him, his footsteps were extraordinarily steady. Sometimes, he would subconsciously touch the metal bracelet on his left hand.
The underground pipelines of the metropolis were no stranger to Xu Le. Last year on the Empire's Tianjing Planet, he had relied on the highway system of the mouse kingdom to successfully escape Huai Caoshi's pursuit. However, at that time, he had to rely on the electronic map in his bracelet to locate his position. Now, in the Federation, he only needed to look at the extremely accurate and real-time map display in his left eye.
"There's someone in that mecha. Is it because from the beginning, you didn't want to give me an undamaged mecha because it might cause me to kill other humans?"
After walking silently for an unknown amount of time, he suddenly asked in a low voice. His voice reverberated in the quiet and empty space, becoming somewhat unclear.
The Federal Central Computer, whose computing speed was praised to be comparable to the length of light, seemed to find this question a little troublesome. After pausing for about two seconds, it replied in his mind, "I can't confirm that this is a programming error. In fact, you can kill him and take that mecha."
"Yes, I can kill him," Xu Le repeated in a somewhat mechanical manner.
"But you didn't do that."
The old thing's voice suddenly seemed to carry a trace of sympathy and comfort. "Is it because of what Mr. President said tonight that made you feel something?"
Xu Le was silent for a long time before saying, "Maybe it's because I'm not the creator. Maybe I don't have the right to decide the life and death of others. However, regarding this question, I still need time to think about it."
"Where are we going now?"
"I don't know. As long as it's a place where they can't kill themselves."
"But why do I feel like you're already dead?"
In the dim underground tunnel, the lights flickered on and off, just like the effect of a stage showing the frustration of life's path. He didn't answer the old thing's question, which was obviously too emotionally and philosophical pretentiousness. He lowered his head and continued to walk in silence, his back view extremely lonely.
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