Chapter 40: Mass Brawl
Yang Bo couldn't control himself just now and admitted that he had acted impulsively.
Already anxious, the redhead was now threatening to kill hostages en masse. The authorities might lose their temper, and some country on Earth might launch a counterterrorism operation, disregarding the hostages—and then he'd be finished.
Seeing the redhead's arrogant demeanor reminded him of when he and his group had faced the developers, who were dressed in suits and surrounded by a bunch of lackeys.
He shouted at Yang Bo and his group of helpless people: "Come and hit me! See if my lawyers won't send all of you to jail!"
"You bought these unfinished houses yourselves. Blame your own bad luck."
"Don't come here and cause trouble one by one, or I'll sue you for disrupting company operations…"
Someone lost their temper and ended up getting arrested… The wealthy are always useful wherever they go. Yang Bo had spent his entire previous life suppressed, and now that he had been reborn, he was disgusted by the government's hypocritical facade.
On one hand, they claim to care for the residents, but on the other hand, they restrict the residents' various behaviors. Let's not even talk about consumption—the free benefits, some high-end malls, taxis not allowed to pick up passengers—these things everyone can understand, otherwise the taxpayers would be up in arms. But what about the other suggestions?
There's also Liu Zhijie's mention of gene therapy trials. Yang Bo knows it's likely true—using residents as political tools, as lab rats, as fools?
And this redhead actually called residents "lowly people," as if they deserved to die. Damn it, I'm a lowly person!
Plus, that redhead is disgusting and arrogant. Maybe he's targeting me. Such a good opportunity—it would be a shame not to act.
Then, in a fit of rage, Yang Bo's bodyguard was right behind the redhead. He raised the laser gun and pressed the trigger.
Warship piloting +16! A stream of information flashed through Yang Bo's mind.
As it turned out, any genetically enhanced individual with a laser gun pointed at their neck would be incapacitated instantly. Yang Bo was still in a daze, but he had no choice but to release the blade mecha. The consequences of his impulsive actions were his own responsibility.
However, to his surprise, once it was released, he found himself inside the mecha cockpit, staring at the familiar control panel.
The next second, the mecha's warning sound jolted Yang Bo back to reality—it had been hit by the laser gun, causing damage to the mecha.
The next second, the rocket backpack activated, and a five-meter-long plasma blade shone with blue light.
Boom!
Those on the stands, regardless of who they were, were all stunned.
Just moments ago, they had faced the threat of the red-haired knight, with the mech's weapons trained on them. No one knew who would be taken out by the mech's weapons in the next second.
As mentioned earlier, unless they were genetically evolved individuals with special abilities, the rest were nothing in the face of high-tech weapons, and many were blown to pieces.
Then, in the next second, this arrogant and brutal guy who had been performing a trial on the stage and beheading shareholders of major companies was killed by his own people.
Then the killer suddenly summoned an old-fashioned blade mecha. The black-armored knights opened fire, and the blade mecha activated its rocket backpack, charging forward.
Many people felt a chill run down their spines. A group of people was struck by a massive machine traveling at five times the speed of sound and weighing 108 tons. What would become of them? And there was also a five-meter-long plasma blade emitting blue light.
Those people shattered like broken eggs, and even the battle armor used by the genetically enhanced individuals was of no use.
Not only did the black-armored knights shatter like eggs, but even the twenty mechs blocking the entrance to the stage basement were knocked down like bowling pins.
Since the concert was for celebrities, there was only one entrance/exit beneath the stage to prevent unauthorized individuals from entering and disturbing the celebrities.
The twenty mecha pilots heard the screams and realized something was wrong, but before they could reposition their weapons, they were struck by a 108-ton colossus moving at several times the speed of sound.
The twelve-meter-tall blue mecha was the unluckiest, as Yang Bo's five-meter-long plasma sword pierced through its cockpit.
Warship Repair +8!
Warship Repair +8!
Warship Repair +16!
Warship Piloting +16!
Inside the mecha cockpit, Yang Bo ignored the overwhelming stream of information. In truth, Yang Bo hadn't intentionally shattered the Black Knight Mecha; his target was these mechas, with the first being this blue giant mecha. After all, this thing had high-frequency laser cannons and high-energy particle guns on its shoulders, and its body was protected by an energy shield.
Moreover, Yang Bo had a strange feeling that this Blade Mech felt like an extension of his own body. It was as if the mech were simply another layer of his own clothing.
Yang Bo was very familiar with the Blade Mech, after all, he had used it to slash birds. The mech's right hand swung a long sword, casually slicing the left thigh of a silver mech. The silver mech, which had been about to get up, couldn't control its center of gravity and couldn't stand up.
"Hmph, damn it. Though I don't know the weaknesses of these mechs, the area with the densest wiring inside must be the weak point." While wandering around the exhibition hall, Yang Bo used sonar to inspect the mechs. Though he didn't understand the details, he knew that the area with the most wiring must be the most critical.
What Yang Bo didn't know was that this was being broadcast live across the entire alliance. The higher-ups were aware of the Red Earl's crazies, but they hadn't reached a conclusion yet. The old men in the Senate, House of Representatives, and House of Commons were arguing fiercely about what action to take, and the military dared not offer any suggestions at this point.
Because if the Red Earl went on a killing spree inside, whoever suggested it would take the blame. The reason the parliament was arguing was also to avoid taking responsibility.
Whether they rescue or not, the parliament will inevitably be criticized this time. The ruling party is furious, and the opposition is acting like trouble-makers, acting like mad dogs this time.
You ask why the ruling party knows the opposition would act this way? Because when the ruling party was the opposition, they did the same.
However, the situation suddenly reversed. The murderous tyrant was shot in the head by his own people. The seemingly low-tier Blade Mecha instantly disabled the strongest Mecha on the scene.
That's right, according to the security department's assessment, the blue mecha was the strongest, the latest generation of mecha.
Yes, the mecha had strong defensive capabilities, but a 108-ton behemoth traveling at five times the speed of sound with a plasma blade could overwhelm even the defenses of some small warships. The blue light on the plasma blade was an energy blade capable of penetrating energy shields.
"This must be a top-tier mecha pilot!" Some of the elders in the council exclaimed excitedly upon witnessing this scene.
"Absolutely. Look at his second strike—he's clearly a master of mecha. The silver series mecha from Anbang Company has 68% of its system hubs integrated into the legs." Someone else also gasped upon seeing Yang Bo's second strike.
"Quiet, quiet, don't shout so loudly." The meeting host shouted loudly, while some council members looked displeased, as these council members were shareholders of Anbang Mecha Company.
"Damn it, the weakness of our Silver Series mecha has been exposed."
"We need to redesign them." The senior executives of Anbang Mecha Company were also monitoring the situation at their own company. Upon seeing the weaknesses of their mechas exposed, they cursed angrily and immediately convened all departments to redesign the internal structure of the mechas.
Then, the next moment, the senior executives of Anbang Mecha Company cheered again: "The weakness of Ping'an Company's mechas is actually here?"
Yang Bo struck for the third time, slashing the right shoulder of a gold-and-silver mecha. The mecha collapsed to the ground like a person having a seizure, twitching convulsively.
"Quick, record this!" Many mecha companies shouted. Every mecha has its own weaknesses, which are the core of the company.
"Haha, the Red Earl's bunch of idiots didn't even bring close combat weapons!" The next moment, many cheered.
(End of this chapter)