It is like the person you cherish the most, but in front of your eyes, let others ravage.

Through the camera, Scarlett, whose eyes were already full of sadness, saw the steel exoskeleton placed on the limbs of the mecha.

She understood that this was deliberately done.

This is the most clumsy remote control drive method, which does not mean to break the control system and remotely operate the mecha directly from the inside, but to place the exoskeleton at the joint of the mecha, and then use the receiver to drive the exoskeleton to drive the mecha to move.

The entire mecha, not to mention any skills, even the actions are extremely stiff, like a puppet pulling the strings. I'm afraid that if the controller doesn't pay attention, this "big puppet" dressed as a pirate can throw a dog and gnaw mud on the stage and become a real clown.

At that moment, Scarlett understood that it was because of her close relationship with herself that Liu Lang was retaliated. It is even more uncomfortable to destroy the things he loves the most than to kill him directly. The initiator knows quite well how to grasp the psychology of a low-level struggling little person like him.

There will be no one else but Duran.

Looking at the otherwise handsome face, Scarlett suddenly felt a disgust from the bone marrow.

And behind the scenes, Parkinson watched the mecha being sent to the stage, and at this time there was a huge laughter outside. He suddenly felt that he was actually a little cruel. However, the corners of his mouth rose slightly, and he saw the smile on Sir Durand's face on the stage.

He knew that it was all predestined. This new mecha needs to have a performance display link, in the past, this insignificant, but very popular performance link was chartered by the venue, and this time they don't have to buy cannon fodder mecha, on the contrary, they can save a sum of money to fill the account, because in the van car on the back of the venue, isn't there such a mecha that is regarded as a treasure by that annoying little mechanic as cannon fodder?

It is enough to dress up a little. Isn't it?

The little mechanic offended Count Anji, and openly scolded Count Valro, and even stretched out his hand to Miss Scarlett, whom Viscount Duran liked. Parkinson didn't mind stomping on his cold bones again.

He really hated the way the little mechanic looked at him like shit. Yes, although the little mechanic never said it, Parkinson could feel that when that guy looked at himself, it was like watching a bubble of shit, or the fresh, hot and steaming kind.

He didn't know where that guy's confidence came from, but that guy had been trampling on the fragile little heart of the venue manager like this.

And Anji in the box, after seeing this clown mecha, showed a strange expression on his face. As someone who has investigated Tang Lang's past, of course she knows that this extremely ridiculous mecha with the most clumsy exoskeleton standing in the center of the stage with a remote control and being positively set off by the heroic "Eagle Strike" is the dream of "a stone in a pit", and the most ruthless thing to kill is to punish the heart.

This stabbed the little mechanic in the heart, and she was interested to see what the expression of this creature that made her teeth tickle.

But she was disappointed, Tang Lang's face was indifferent, as if the small mecha that had been repaired by him for many days had nothing to do with him.

The heart is quite tough, which is another definition of Anji for the little mechanic.

Perhaps, even the countess did not realize that the little mechanic's virtues seemed to be increasing more and more, including his disobedience to her, which gave her an unprecedented freshness.

In the backcourt, in a very inconspicuous corner, Wiggins watched all this quietly, he just spread a small rumor in the venue, telling everyone that Liu Lang cherished the mecha in the van very much, to the point that it was equivalent to life, and even if he touched it, he would be scolded by him.

Then, he found out that only two hours later, the mecha had been taken from the van.

Then, he appeared on the stage of the venue.

Looking at the crowd in the room, looking at the smug and hippie smiles, Wiggins spat on the ground a moment later.

"Sand sculpture!"

Indeed, it wasn't long before people who went through a change, the vast majority of them, would have cursed "Sand sculpture!" ”。

Moreover, their object is strikingly unanimous, and it is they who are now baring their teeth and being happy.

At this time, everyone raised their wrists to record the flash of the optical lens on their wrists, and the flash lights flickered like a brilliant circular in the venue that can accommodate 100,000 people.

In front of the large and lonely center stage, the small mecha dressed as a clown, with one arm raised the alloy knife in his hand, driven by the exoskeleton that connects the joints, stiffly makes movements similar to provocation, which looks pitiful and funny, but it causes people to laugh.

Scarlett, who was already extremely gloomy, was even more sad at the moment, and even had a moist sour feeling in her eyes.

She knew very well what this mecha meant to that young man, and the humiliation of the mecha at this time, in a way, was more cruel than the insult to him himself. In contrast, what makes her even more sad is that the root cause may be because of her.

She looked at the box in the distance, hoping to see Tang Lang's shadow, and a voice in her heart told her that if she could see her, she would definitely not escape because of the arrival of a nobleman on the watchtower last time, she would wave to him, and she would use her actions to make a counterattack that belonged to Scarlett to some evil forces.

If you let her be in the company of darkness for the sake of her dreams, it is an insult to dreams. She finally understood what her father had told her: there is nothing wrong with ordinary, and all greatness comes from ordinary.

。。。。。。

The people burst into laughter, not laughing at the young man they didn't know, they just wanted to see how powerful it would be when the mecha named "Eagle Strike" smashed the clown-like opponent on the stage in front of them to scrap metal.

"Eagle Strike", a very nice and domineering name.

The eagle flies for nine days, and the thunder strikes. Sweep away the enemies in front of the mech like dust.

In the "creaking" sound of a brief mechanical friction. The open breastplate of the "Eagle Strike" mecha was closed, and the fuselage was also faced by the "ugly" clown mecha facing the audience before, bowing slightly, looking down at the poor opponent, which was from the initial display state to the combat posture.

In everyone's feelings, if the "Eagle Strike" mecha at this moment looks like a samurai, then his opponent is a funny clown who is playing treasure amusement.

The gap between the two cannot be calculated.

The high-pitched explanation of Viscount Dulan, the executive president of the Condor Group, continued, in his opinion, such a transition is completely meaningless, for a combat mecha like "Eagle Strike", although this is only a prototype that has not yet reached perfection, but to face such an opponent in front of him on such an occasion is simply an insult to the Condor Group.

However, this is the reality. Superficiality is always for superficiality. More than 90 percent of the people here like to see such a superficial scene.

This is destined to be just a cutscene, whether it is Hurd or Parkinson, or Varro and others in another box, they all think so, even in this cutscene, Parkinson made some small moves according to Duran's instructions, and sent the little mechanic's treasured mecha to the stage of superficial performance.

However, it was just a matter of doing it, like walking down the block and trampling an ant to death. If you are so inadvertent, you can crush the dream of a little mechanic, why not?

Of course, they don't know that things may not be what they think, and that there will be people in this who are playing with the situation. In the mechanical control room, a mechanic in a venue was sweating profusely and was busy, and the remote control equipment that controlled the mechanical exoskeleton failed at such an important moment.

Although the clown mecha was moving, no one but him knew that those strange movements were not his commands. In other words, either the "remote control" is broken, or the mecha is "alive". But obviously, the former is one hundred percent likely.

Thankfully, no one noticed the little man's nervousness, otherwise the mechanic would have been scared to death.

Perhaps, in the corner of the venue, a middle-aged man who did not look amazing was the most shocked, although the expression on his face had not changed much from beginning to end.

But his heart was already fluctuating.

The clown mecha's "provocative" action is ridiculous, but he can see a few symbols posed between the stiff movements, and the appearance of one symbol may be a coincidence, but there is no coincidence in the world that can make him see several symbols.

Those symbols, which were part of the secret decree agreed between the royal family and him, were taken from the fusion of the oracle bone inscription of the Chinese people 10,000 years ago and the oldest script of the Indoan people.

Who is the owner of this mecha? The middle-aged man's eyes flashed with essence.

The two mechs were thirty meters apart, and the "Eagle Strike" mecha head controlled by the mecha division flashed two white rays, which was a manifestation of charging.

With the action of "Eagle Strike", the sound in the audience at the venue was quiet, and many people held their breath.

"Bang!" With a loud bang, the mechanical legs on the ground emitted the sound of the impact of the ears of the people in the venue without the need for a megaphone at all. "Eagle Strike" swept towards the clown who seemed to have been stunned and completely turned into a puppet in a tidal wave of exclamation.

The white mecha, as its name suggests, is like an eagle soaring in the sky, with a graceful and smooth posture like thunder.

Scarlett closed her eyes, not daring to look at the next tragic moment.

Although Wiggins believed in Tang Lang very much, at this moment, he couldn't help but have a trace of doubt. The training mecha with a difference of 3 meters in height and several tons in weight of the fuselage, what can it do in the face of such a terrifying new mecha, and it is also controlled by the mecha warrior himself?

Then, at the moment when the white mecha bombarded Liu Lang's mecha like an eagle catching a rabbit, he finally knew what that mecha could do.

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