In the monitoring room, the two of them turned their attention to the man in the middle who looked extraordinary but had a slightly gloomy face.
"Master Tang."
"Donahue."
The man with a slightly gloomy face suddenly smiled softly, "What's there to worry about? We just lost a game, right? It's fun for us when our opponent is strong."
Donahue rubbed the ring on his ring finger, thought for a while, picked up the Tianxun on the table, and pressed a number.
"Okay, let's go in according to the normal alternation order."
After hanging up Tianxun, he looked at the two people's reactions and couldn't help but smile, "What's going on? A level 6 cruising pilot from the Mecha Association, equipped with a Solomon Mecha with a sixth-generation and a half engine."
Wandering pilot means that this is the hidden executioner in the Interstellar Mecha Association who has been wandering on the edge of dark forces all year round, racing against death all the time.
They are the dark scavengers who belong to the Mecha Association. They will never be able to clear their names. They are the gods of death in the dark world.
Although he didn't say anything about the mecha, looking at Donahue's appearance, Gao Lingsen felt relieved, while Lin Wu leaned back on the sofa and stretched out comfortably.
…
When the Jishu soldier driven by Mu Fan slowly walked back to the waiting area, Valentine, whose eyes were red, walked out of the cockpit.
shame!
shame!
He was pushed against the wall and beaten violently!
Who is the pilot who suddenly appears on the opposite side?
Pushing away the staff member who came to help him, the strong Valentine roared in the preparation room.
Also unwilling to be reconciled is the ambitious product manager. His plan has not yet started and he will never allow failure!
"Fan Lundin, we still have a chance, we definitely still have a chance!"
"There's no chance! You and I both know the problem with this mecha. It's not a real combat mecha at all. Look at the poor melee capabilities of the mecha on the other side. Then it's a real mecha.
How is A?!
"How can you talk nonsense about our products!? I'll have people install other weapons for you, and you go up and fight again!" The unwilling product manager was like a gambler, preparing for a last ditch effort.
"Haha, your pilot is right, you really have no chance."
A jeer suddenly sounded, and people followed the sound and saw a man with short brown hair, a tall build and several scars on his face standing at the door of the preparation room.
"Who are you? Get out of here!" the product manager shouted angrily. This is the territory of their Arabella Arms Company, and no one else is allowed to come and interfere.
"It's you who should go out, right? If it weren't for the arrangements from above, do you think I would be interested in taking your place?"
Valentine looked directly at the other person with sharp eyes, "Who are you?"
"Si Erqi."
A strange name came out of the other party's mouth, and at the same time he took out half a bronze mask from his pocket and stuck it on his left eye.
As the bronze mask was put on, under the bright light, the mark of the half crossbow arrow on the mask was clearly seen by Valentine.
The big pilot with red eyes seemed to have been poured cold water on his head. His eyes shrank and his voice calmed down: "Are you from the Interstellar Mecha Association?"
The man wearing a half-bronze mask has an emotionless look in his eyes.
"Since you know it, it's not difficult to recognize it. To be honest, if this mission didn't have mandatory requirements, I wouldn't come at all."
The product manager looked at Fan Lundin in astonishment, whose attitude had changed to that of an enemy, and listened to him say word by word: "cruising pilot!"
"Level 6."
The man added calmly, then pointed to the entrance behind him, "Go out, what happens next has nothing to do with you."
The product manager over there was about to explode, but was grabbed by Valentin, and looked at his chief pilot in shock.
"Let's go."
It was obvious that Valentine didn't want to explain anything, but the product manager looked at this atmosphere and the five people wearing black special service uniforms who walked into the entrance again and gave up dejectedly.
"Walk."
When the preparation room was cleared, a special agent returned to the room and said, "Sir, the soul-killing mecha is ready and the inspection is complete."
After Si Erqi heard this, he muttered to himself, "The roving pilot is driving Solomon's secret mecha. This world... is really interesting."
After saying that, the man with half a bronze mask walked out of the preparation room. What appeared in front of him was a dark red mecha more than nine meters high.
The dim red color resembled coagulated blood, and upon closer inspection there was a strong chill. The overall armor thickness of this mecha was second only to that of the Extreme Soldier, but it was much stronger than the previous Wind Speed Racer, especially the thick right armor.
The arms even exceed the width of the arms of Jishu soldiers!
But the most daunting thing is the giant scythe behind it!
The latest advanced mecha developed by Solomon - the Soul Calmator prototype!
That terrifying giant scythe is its unique weapon—the Cangscythe!
But I don’t know why the sickle and the handle are surrounded by additional black components, but people’s attention is often focused on the terrifying appearance.
"Sir, the elevator is coming soon."
Without moving his eyes, Si Erqi bent his legs and jumped to the descending elevator in a flash. Then he jumped again and accurately fell into the one-meter-wide circular corridor.
The hatch closed, and a stream of air suddenly came out of the mecha.
Soul Califier, activate!
…
On the Rocky Heavy Industry side, Mu Fan, who had not stepped out of his mecha at all, quietly listened to the Black Commander's detailed combat data presented in an organized manner.
"Aren't you going down?" Hei's voice sounded.
"No, the battle is not over yet, and I haven't finished experiencing this mecha yet."
"How do you feel now?"
"I... like this mecha more and more." Mu Fan's smile bloomed at the corner of his mouth.
"The third round of the competition began. Arabella Arms Company was eliminated, and the challenger came from the Gro Chamber of Commerce of the Xinqiluo Business Alliance."
Wang Nuonuo and others who were shouting in the stands were stunned when they heard this sentence.
"It's not Arabella Arms Company anymore? Where did this Gro Chamber of Commerce come from!"
"I don't know. It's probably not as powerful as the mechas from Zhang Yuanren's company."
"Xinqiluo Business Alliance... is a bit complicated."
Compared to Rocky Heavy Industries' calm analysis, millions of viewers were already impatient.
"Where did this chamber of commerce come from? How come I haven't heard of it?"
"There won't be any shady secrets. If you can't beat it, just let them pass the competition. I'm still waiting to buy the ultimate weapon! This mecha has great potential. I decided to think about its expansion direction."
"That's right, it would be better not to go on stage with a mess of mechas."
"Is it time for Loki Heavy Industries to change its mecha this time?"
…
As if to slap in the face, when the huge metal door opened and the extremely special soldier with a missing arm appeared again, the audience who had already moved their positions and became supporters became excited.
"Damn it, are you going to go to heaven and clear all levels with one arm?"
"How confident this pilot is!"
"I'm very curious about the other party's reaction."
"Same curious 1!"
"2!"
"I don't know what kind of mecha the other side will send up. Why do I feel like my soul is shaking and my brain is afraid."
"Silly bird, your helmet is leaking electricity."
The metal door on the side of the Gro Chamber of Commerce opened.