Chapter 357: Flexible as a Fly

Just when everyone thought that George's Shield's ejection system had malfunctioned, causing Augustus's escape show to fail, George Augustus had already smashed the solidified blistering gel and emerged from the escape pod.

The impact of the bombardment on the [Phantom Pain] at a speed of more than 120km/h obviously caused him a lot of damage, and if you look at it from the cockpit, you can clearly see the metal fragments that pierced his body after the impact, before the blistering gel filled the cabin.

But even with such a bleeding appearance, he found the first aid valve of [Phantom Pain] very smoothly, and as the frightened driver hurriedly unloaded the fixed image of the master-slave operating system on his body appeared in front of him, George Augustus could not say anything about breaking his neck.

"Tsk......"

Augustus pressed the wound and let out an unpleasant cry of pain, but instead of getting into the mecha as before, he took out a small box from the dark compartment under the cockpit, and then slid off the [Phantom Pain] body, and while taking out the plastic wrap ball wrapped in the gambler from his scrapped escape compartment, he used the drone remote control to control the drone to focus the sound collection equipment on himself, and then he arrived:

"When will my body arrive?"

[What body?] 】

【Who will send it?】 】

[I missed it? 】

A large number of barrages filled the live broadcast room, but soon, a colorful VIP barrage popped up-

[The carrier missile has been prepared, please work out the launch coordinates, and it is expected to arrive within three minutes.] 】

[, Constantine is ready to end? 】

[The boss is confused, aren't you sure you will be intercepted when you say this? ] 】

[Yes, yes, Ziguang must be ready to intercept missiles!] This phantom pain should still be able to open, why not just grab it? 】

[Don't make trouble, where did the anchor get the phantom pain body identification code? ] 】

[You are all superficial, anyway, Constantine's family has a big business, and there is no shortage of those machines, and they are not out, the anchor has become a big profit for them, and if they fail, they also earn advertising money in vain......]

[, what you said makes sense......]

……

"The coordinates are this building, if it's just two [Phantom Pain], it can still hold up for three minutes."

Augustus didn't have the time to answer the audience's barrage, watching them ask each other questions, he turned and burrowed into the ruins, pulled out the metal parts inserted under his ribs, opened the first aid kit he had taken out of the phantom pain cockpit, and nailed the wound together with a medical stapler.

The scalp-tingling medical footage is smooth but like an animated CG, and even makes people wonder if this George Augustus is completely painless.

Feeling that the "tough guy" label was getting a lot of "knowledge" into the account, Mr. George grinned and showed an ugly smile, ignoring the barrage that said he was beyond his strength, and climbed the broken wall to stick himself to the corner where the ceiling meets the wall, in short, it is a cicada-like wall with his face facing outward.

[Laughing to death, you can't avoid infrared scanning like this, right? ] 】

[And it's still a live broadcast, the people of Ziguang have already discovered you.] 】

[Not to mention the purple light, judging from the monitoring of the city, people from several other families have also begun to rush over there. 】

[, aren't you afraid that the anchor will turn off the live broadcast? ] 】

……

Looking at the barrage flashing in front of him, Augustus had no idea of turning off the live broadcast at all, on the contrary, he just wanted to attract the two phantom pains to come over.

The gambling ghost who was the target was in his hands at this time, and he was unprotected with two strips of cloth, without the protection of the mecha, this group of people would never dare to attack with powerful artillery.

The so-called rat trap is this principle.

As for the case that there are two hundred and five direct fire......

Open your mouth and close your eyes to find out!

However, it turned out that there were not two hundred and five soldiers who took money to fight, and the two phantom pain mechs quickly stopped near the ruins, although according to normal logic, they should wait for their companions to arrive at this time, but considering that the driver inside was too cruel when driving the body, the two pilots still decided to take advantage of the fact that the body had not yet been delivered, and dealt with him first.

With this in mind, the two mechs reached out and pressed against the location of the first aid valve, and entered the rubble in a gesture that looked as if they were saluting.

[Oh no, the anchor's technique of opening cans has been prevented! ] 】

[Speaking of which, it is necessary to guard against this in a normal battle? 】

[You ask the person who was opened before if it is necessary! 】

[The two of them were hit first, and under normal circumstances, avoiding opening the can is not the same as swatting mosquitoes, even if you can't shoot it, you can drive the mosquitoes away, right? ] 】

……

As the barrage helped George report the point, he slowly adjusted his breathing while putting his hand in his bulging pocket.

George was in a very awkward state at this time, but no one doubted that he would be able to do anything else.

In the live broadcast room, in order to increase the ratings (arch fire), the platform deliberately put a countdown in the upper left corner of the main screen, and with the one hundred and eighty seconds of time, one-third of it has gone in a blink of an eye, and the two phantom pains have finally arrived at a position where you can see the silhouette of a human figure in the infrared sensor radar.

"There are two minutes left, how can you delay?"

This question surfaced in everyone's hearts at the same time, both the commentator and the audience were thinking about this question, and even the two drivers of phantom pain were also thinking about how this man should get out in this situation.

"Damn, I should have brought two net bullets for capture if I knew I should have brought them!" One of the drivers whispered a complaint, but took the first step, while his teammates kept a distance of about five meters, which not only ensured that they could cover at all times, but also avoided the two of them stepping on the trap together.

"What can fit in a pair of suit pants? It's just a grenade or a blistering gel, I even have the anti-jamming system turned on, and I'm not afraid if you throw a graphite bomb! The driver in front of him was pumping himself up and controlling the body, and ten seconds passed, and he and Augustus were only separated by a wall, and he had no intention of walking over, but directly raised his fist and threw a punch at the waist for him.

It's just that......

"Wave!"

A very strange sound suddenly sounded, and among the broken building fragments, a colored sphere with a diameter of about two meters was also reflected in the camera.

This is......

"Cushion balls? How could this thing be worn? The driver's face darkened, and it was obvious that the impact of the punch that shattered the wall before had all smashed on the ball!

The colored ball didn't fly far in the air before it snapped open, but it had already achieved the effect of cushioning the power of the boxing, and after George Augustus grabbed the wall with a hook hand, and turned over dexterously, the distance between the man and the mecha was again stretched a few meters away.

Although theoretically, even a long-outdated third-generation mecha would only be a matter of tiptoe to cross a distance of five meters, the nine-meter-tall mech encountered obvious obstacles in this semi-ruined building.

The metal behemoth waved its arm, violently broke off a slab, and under the calibration of the fire control system, threw it at the dexterous fly-like creature, but then a rapidly inflated buffer ball reappeared between Augustus and the floor......

[Oh, it's a bumper ball again, wait, the anchor seems to be singing? Collector, collector! 】