Mu Fan rubbed his head, and after entering the light again, he found that he was back at the entrance of the metal revolving door.
What kind of recruit camp is this? Didn’t Fatty say that simulated battles are of little significance? Why is there such a perverted recruit training camp?
Looking back at the surroundings, Mu Fan confirmed that he was no longer in the training base filled with the aura of death, and breathed out.
Looking at the electronic screen at the door, a red no-passage sign has been displayed on it, and a countdown has begun. I calculated it to be about 0 o'clock the next day. You can enter again by then, that is, the mysterious fighter.
The next day.
How could he be so understanding of human nature and yet technology be so advanced! Mu Fan walked out of the training camp with a deep awe of technology.
When I went out, it was still a depressing mechanical city with no sky in sight. I lowered my head and looked at my wristband, "Lemon Balloon - Online - In Battle."
Mu Fan sent a message with one finger: "I am Mu Fan, I'm out."
…
In a scene of urban ruins ten kilometers away, a mecha painted in orange was hiding obscenely in the gap formed by a broken wall next to a building crushed by a piece of rubble.
Fatty is currently gnashing his teeth in the cockpit of Lemon Balloon, a sixth-generation semi-fantasy mecha called Semi-Celestial, saying: "You bunch of five-star bronze scumbags, because your brother's mecha is so good, you actually want to join forces to trick me. Damn it."
The obvious fact is that the bronze five-stars on the opposite side are obviously people who opened a small account. Fatty's plan of thinking that silver and bronze will be like a fish in water is completely shattered. This kind of thing has happened fifty to fifty times. Every time Fatty encounters
They all died very simply, but who knew that the gang we met this time was obviously a psychopath. There were six people on each side, and the other side cooperated in pairs. Their marksmanship was extremely accurate, and they knocked down several friendly mechas who couldn't dodge.
The body was destroyed, and then the limbs were cut off with an alloy knife, leaving only one body with the cockpit still intact. Then... these shameless gang actually kicked a ball.
I've already kicked five of them. Fat brother, I won't go out no matter what I say. It's too embarrassing.
Suddenly, two red dots appeared on the radar scanner on the left front, the enemy! The fat man gritted his teeth, prayed, and turned on the engine silent mode.
Fortunately, my mechas are good. Those bronze scumbags across from me only drive the initial system mechas of the fifth generation.
Damn it, that’s right, I’m afraid of the fifth generation on the opposite side, the mecha gap is too big, okay!
When PO Battle.net conducts small and medium-sized team battles of twelve people, the default match can only be one generation apart. That is to say, the people you encounter while driving a fourth-generation mecha are at least a fourth-generation initial mecha, and the highest are fifth-generation initial mechas.
The system will not assign teammates to opponents who are too far apart, because this will cause obvious injustice. The gap between each generation of mechas is 5 to 8 years, which is enough for the technical level to open up a more obvious gap. If
For the more advanced ones, which are more than seven generations, the gap between each generation can even reach 10 years.
This is the fantasy fighting area. The fat man was sitting in the quiet cockpit and kept mumbling: "You are so awesome, why don't you go to the real fighting area? What are you doing here? Play fantasy with the free mecha provided by the system. It's really fun."
sick."
The two red dots on the radar are approaching, no, they have discovered me. Fatty has an unexpected talent for perceiving danger, especially when it comes to escaping, Fatty can always perform at the highest level.
I saw two red dots entering the building behind me. They were trying to sneak through the wall.
Suddenly, the wristband beeped: "I am Mu Fan, I'm out."
So fast! Fatty was stunned for a moment, and the battle hadn't even ended yet.
Then the fat man gritted his teeth and said fiercely: "You scumbags, you must force me to take action, Master Harry."
Detonate! War Scorpion Mine!
I saw four football-sized holes suddenly bursting out of the ground in the building behind Fat Man's mecha. Four mechanical scorpions glowing with white metal crawled out, and then the laser beam locked onto the two machines that had just turned off active scanning and sneaked into the first floor of the building.
First.
Bounce, impact! The four scorpions bounced past at an unimaginable speed.
Boom! Boom! A violent blast of air exploded, and the orange mecha that Fatty was in was also blasted out by the huge impact.
As for those two parts, they had already been bombed to pieces.
"Look at you fat grandpa, this is the most advanced fantasy-type active tracking thunder among the sixth-generation mechas I bought." Master Harry said fiercely.
The two red dots on the radar disappeared instantly.
"Damn it! No. 3, No. 6, call No. 3, No. 6." The enemy captain called his teammates on the team communication channel, but unfortunately there was no response.
System prompt: "Lemon Balloon" killed "Qiao Musen"
System prompt: "Lemon Balloon" killed "Zelda Ka"
System prompt: "Lemon Balloon" completed a double kill
"Hahahaha! You guys are scum!" The fat man's arrogant voice came from the ruins through the loudspeaker.
"boom!"
Such a conspicuous orange mecha was like a beacon in the dark. With a clear gunshot, the energy tank of Fat Man's mecha was severely torn apart by the powerful sniper rifle ammunition, triggering a high-temperature energy explosion.
"You're big..." Before the fat man could even utter the word "father", he was engulfed in flames.
The figure of the fat man appeared in the waiting area. There were far fewer people here. The fat man leaned into the sofa with a depressed expression.
"Fat brother is exhausted, these pig teammates!" The fat man was full of resentment for the battle just now. There was no coordination at all, and it was completely random. If the brother hadn't been well equipped and dragged two of them, this would have been a complete loss.
Hey, seems to have forgotten something?
The fat man slapped his head, yes, Mu Fan said he was out. He was so nervous about the battle just now and almost forgot about it since he didn't reply.
"Video request, did it pass?" Mu Fan had been staring at the wristband in a daze for several minutes, and finally heard a ding sound, indicating that the video was connected.
"Mu Fan? Why did you come out so quickly? I told you that the training was boring." The fat man's depressed expression had not completely faded.
"Well, the training is over. What are you doing now?" Mu Fan didn't want to explain too much. It felt too embarrassing. He died twice in it, but it still felt so realistic. Plus, he didn't like to explain. That was it.
The fat man said depressedly: "I was in the middle of a battle just now and didn't pay attention to your message. Those grandsons tricked me to death. I lost. Alas."
Mu Fan still didn't have a complete idea of winning or losing, so he asked: "What are we doing now?"
Seeing that Mu Fan didn't answer his words, Fatty looked bitter and said, "Wait a minute, I'll send you the coordinates. You can come to me at the teleportation point next to the training camp later."
"Ding, I received the coordinate invitation sent by my friend Lemon Balloon. Do you want to synchronize it to the navigation?"
"Yes." Mu Fan clicked to confirm, and soon the walking route was projected on the light screen. Mu Fan raised his head and confirmed the location of the transfer point in front of him on the right. There were many people coming in and out, and there were also bursts of white light flashing.
Mu Fan walked to the building that looked like an eggshell. When he entered, he found that there were not so many crowded people. Instead, he was the only one. It seemed that PO Battle Network automatically opened a separate teleportation space for everyone.
Please tell me the teleportation location. A suspended long automatic console asked.
"The transmission location is as follows: coordinates XXXX,XXXX"
"Confirmation, please ask the player "Master Dan" to step into the teleportation aperture, and the teleportation will begin."
In a flash, Mu Fan, a blank slate of new recruits, failed to pass the combat training, and then forgot about the mecha training and teleported away from the recruit base.