The red "holy sword" standing sixteen or seventeen meters high stood there. The petite Situ Hui stood up straight, and her body was not as thick as the sole of one of its feet. It's like a little squirrel lying next to a person's feet, or the kind with its tail spread flat on the ground. Walking to the built-in telescopic elevator platform of the mecha, holding the wire cable with one hand, he was just about to step up, when he suddenly turned around and said sweetly to the eldest lady: "Sister Meiniao, thank you." ”

The deep meaning and gratitude in this cute girl's words, the eldest lady who was standing on the elevator and slowly rising understood, turned her head and waved at her with a smile. A few strands of hair lifted by the breeze brushed through the delicate and flawless goose egg face, and the slender and upright figure was graceful and agile, looking at this beautiful sister who had been famous for a long time, Situ Hui felt inexplicably at ease.

Beautiful things can dispel the gloom in people's hearts. Perhaps, everyone can escape this catastrophe.

The girl's lips were slightly upturned, her beautiful eyes were bent into a lovely crescent, and she sweetly returned her a bright and innocent smile, and stepped on the lifter and slowly rose.

The eldest lady turned her head, the heroic spirit between her eyebrows flashed, and the hand holding the wire cable clenched. The head of the mantis gradually rises, and the clear eyes bloom with essence. The crisp breasts gradually rose and fell together with the slow breathing. A force slowly surged through the body. Her dream is to become a heroine who saves suffering, the hand of God who rescues her relatives and friends from distress. And this catastrophe is a test for her.

It's over, live. Can't get by, die!

Since the younger brother was kidnapped by his side. She swore that she would never let her relatives and friends around her be in danger again in this life, never!

……

At 2:26 p.m., shirtless, with white flowers and fat flesh on his upper body. The back was pressed against the long, shallow groove of the spine and beaded with fine beads of sweat. There is a smart air conditioner in the command car, which is cool and suitable, and there are frozen drinks that you can drink at will. I shouldn't sweat, but the fat man panicked in his heart, and the sweat was dry. If you find a problem and can't find the source of the solution, fat people with thick fat are prone to sweating. Especially people like fat people who like to drill the horns of the bull.

The fat man who was crouching in a chair with his bare feet rolled up to his knees and looked at the computer screen in front of him with a frown. Chubby fingers snapped on the table. The screen is broadcasting live four mecha battles, two against two, catching and killing. The sky was dark, and the grass and trees were flying.

The light in the small eyes flickered uncertainly, sometimes confused and sometimes clear, and the fat man with beads of sweat on the tip of his forehead and nose felt that something was wrong the more he looked at it. Because it's awkward and uncomfortable. It's not because of the picture. The picture quality is good, high definition, and smooth. What made him feel awkward was the content of the picture.

It's obviously a live broadcast, but how can it give people a strange feeling of replay?

It was a strange feeling, as if he had seen the scene in the picture ten minutes ago, and then revisited it ten minutes later. It's just that...... Well, the fat man became more and more irritable, and there was an indescribable panic in his heart.

The two mecha fats that were attacked were "very familiar", because they were modified by his own hands, and all the data was in his head. Performance, advantages and disadvantages, he knows in his heart. Wherever there is a subtle difference, he can see it at a glance. Just like your own child, when you walk, which leg will step first, which shoulder will be slightly higher, and your left foot will be slightly buckled two inches in. These details will not be noticed by others, but the father who was responsible for creating this little man will know it very well.

But the problem is that these two are obviously not "Hurricane" and "Iwayama", but "Fox Hunting" produced by the Sixth Military Training Institute! The most obvious sign is the small auxiliary thrusters behind the elbows of the two robotic arms.

It's weird!

How could the "Fox Hunting", which was not strong enough, make the same movements as "Hurricane" and "Iwayama"? Has it been modified too?

That's not right either.

Unless it's the same person who modified it.

It's the same as how there can't be two identical eggs in the world.

"Fox Hunting" He knew that, in fact, the alliance had studied almost all types of mecha fat men over the years. From the old-fashioned second generation to the current sixth and seventh generations, and even the current top mecha eighth generation that has just been produced. He has taken the information from the Internet and studied it carefully. The detailed and sophisticated data is in an "S" level of secrecy, and it is impossible to circulate on the Internet, but the fat man doesn't care. It's also good to be able to study some fur.

"Fox Hunting" is a special model produced during the transition period from the fifth generation to the sixth generation. It has long been discontinued. Because the engine speed is not enough. As a result, the power of the mecha cannot keep up. Flaws in the connection between the movements will become the weakness of the opponent's attack. Mecha operators can make up for this shortcoming with their hand speed beyond ordinary people, but the "Fox Hunting" used to be a mecha that was delegated to the army for large-scale installation. In the front-line combat troops, how many operators can have a hand speed of more than 50 movements per second?

So this weakness will become a fatal weakness on the battlefield. The once famous "Fox Hunting" has thus become a chicken rib, and it is a pity to discard it tastelessly. The Sixth Training Institute was also discredited by this incident. After all, when they were investigating the military bosses, they had hyped it up and praised this mecha endlessly. As a result, I was slapped in the face by reality.

Strictly speaking, the Sixth Training Institute can't be blamed entirely, no one could have imagined that the power engine of the mecha would develop so quickly. The "Daystar No. 3" installed on the "Fox Hunt" was already one of the top and most powerful engines at that time. As a result, within four years, it was eliminated. Now, the Sixth Training Institute is also suffering and can't be said. The world is moving too fast for people's eyes to keep up.

The fat man tangled his face, biting his lip like a gambling girl, his scalp was about to be scratched, he is now sure that there is a ghost in this so-called live broadcast picture? And it's also a skin ghost.

"Fox Hunting" put on the skin of "Wind" and "Rock", oh no, it is the opposite. It's "Hurricane" and "Panshan" put on the skin of "Fox Hunting"!

What a hell!

At this time, there was also a lot of discussion in the referee room. Many of the guests present were active military officers. From generals to colonels. Experienced in combat, each of them is a veteran. The eyes are vicious. Especially the soldiers who are good at mecha operation, such as Suzuka, as one of only a few dozen ninth-level super ace mecha warriors in the world. It is not an exaggeration to call him the god of mecha operation.

She could see that something was wrong. The feeling of this confrontation made her uncomfortable to watch. There is a paradoxical sense of repetition.

But where it was wrong, she couldn't tell for a while. There must be a problem though.

There is intuition, and it comes more from her rich combat experience and understanding of mechas. She gently beckoned the accompanying adjutant to her side, and whispered an order to ask her to find someone to call up all the live broadcast footage within two hours.

Another person who sees the weirdness of the picture is the bearded boss. At this time, he is no longer the drunken and confused appearance, pretending to sleep, but like a tiger that has been woken up and is ready to come out of the hole to devour people. His teeth and claws were shining, and the hair on his body stood on end. Keep your eyes glued to the live stream on the big screen. His eyes narrowed slightly, as if a sharp edge flashed. The feeling of incongruity was familiar to him. Because he had led his men to use similar tactics more than once.

Confuse the eyes of the public and cover up the heavens!

For many years, he was out of the public eye, relying on alcohol to anesthetize himself, forcing him to forget many people and things from the past. He didn't want to be too troubled, but there were some things he couldn't leave alone. It is a sense of responsibility imprinted in the bones. It was also the oath of the past that reminded him. He stood up and said loudly: "Immediately send aviation to reconnoiter the Andes, I suspect that something is wrong there!" ”

It's too loud, not so much, it's like a roar. And suddenly, everyone was taken aback by him.

Some people know him, some people don't.

People who didn't know him saw his unkempt appearance, old trench coat, messy beard, fluffy and messy appearance, sloppy and lazy appearance, and felt disgust in their hearts, and couldn't understand how such a person could be here? Why did the guards let him in? But they are all people with status, and they will not say it directly if they are disgusted and disgusted.

And when those who knew him heard him roar, their hearts suddenly stirred. At the same time, it sank. Including the old headmaster Miles and Suzuka.

Migwill only felt that this bearded man was somewhat familiar, and suddenly he didn't recognize it, and when he shaved off the bearded man's full face in his mind, the image of this person gradually coincided with a legendary man.

He also stood up, pointed at him and said in a lost voice: "Tiger General Lin Chuan, why are you here?" Without waiting for the other party to answer, he said to the old principal Miles solemnly: "Principal Miles, please make arrangements immediately according to General Lin Chuan's order." I believe in him. At the same time, I would like to ask Principal Miles to contact Colonel Dorin of the 48th Panzer Division stationed here, and I will order the 16th Mixed Fleet to be on standby in outer space to surround the planet Marfa, and ask him to coordinate it so that there is no misunderstanding. ”

"And the 28th Fleet. It will also be assisted by General Migwill's troops. ”

"And the Ninth Fleet will also be in the defense. At the same time, Colonel Ross of the Ninth Fleet was informed. Drop my dedicated mech, 'Red Flame Angel', directly into the red zone in the northern Andes. ”

"Okay, I'll arrange it immediately, guys, what else do you command?"

"Inform Colonel Dolin and ask him to send troops to search the vicinity of the Andes in an arc of fifty kilometers to the left and right, and to immediately seize any suspicious vehicles and people. In case of resistance......"

The old headmaster, Miles, also came down from the position of general, understood what Major General Migwell meant, and nodded: "I understand." I immediately informed Colonel Dorin. ”

Before the words fell, the door of the referee's room was pushed open, and someone hurriedly came in, looking a little panicked, and said loudly: "A strong electronic turbulence has been found in the Andes, and communication has been interrupted. Contact with the participating students is interrupted! ”

"What?" Old Principal Miles asked urgently, "What about the beep?" ”

"No, I can't get in touch either. And judging by the nature of the strong electron turbulence we have monitored, this is no ordinary source of interference. But...... Worm! The old headmaster Miles's face changed, and his heart suddenly tightened.

The "worm" is an electronic program that carries a virus, which can form an electromagnetic circle through the emission source, and is directly linked to the electromagnetic sphere's influence range according to the power of the emission source. Unless the source of the emission can be found, all electronic signals are isolated and shielded in the area of influence of the electromagnetic sphere.

Suzuka involuntarily looked at the bearded boss, who nodded at her.

Conventional means of attack by special forces. It's just a bit unreasonable to use special forces to deal with a group of students? And there is also a suspicion of overkill?

"They're so vicious!" Old Headmaster Miles suddenly roared with a grim face.