Chapter 116: Chapter 116: Crazy Mecha

As for the detailed data the major mecha companies wanted, it was simply impossible to provide. These details involved the Alliance’s most advanced, highest-level spatial quantum communication technology. This tech allowed the military to communicate with zero latency, utilizing a direct point-to-point spatial communication model. However, this zero latency was strictly limited to communication; anything beyond that presented exponentially higher technical difficulties. It was just like how making a simple phone call only required a 2G network, but streaming high-definition video calls demanded significantly greater data support.

In other words, Yang Bo’s signal was transmitted via spatial quantum tech to the nearest base station, which then relayed it to the military communication base station on the planet where he used to play the game. This method completely bypassed energy interference and possessed exceptionally high security. It was virtually uncrackable, which was exactly why the military would never hand this data over to mecha companies. Therefore, the mecha companies could only see a vague overview: mechas that shouldn’t have been turned on were booted up and actively being used. As for who activated them, they hadn’t the faintest idea.

"Just waiting for you to come in!" Yang Bo muttered, booting up every single advanced mecha system and arranging them at the entrance. He positioned them in four distinct tiers: one row prone on the ground, a second row crouching, a third row half-crouching, and a final row standing tall. Dozens of mechas had their laser weapons aimed dead center at the entryway, all set to automatic attack mode.

He thought, "These mechas are meant to be Iron Bull’s rations anyway. It’ll destroy all the evidence. Even if the mecha companies notice something unusual, it’s not like they can scour this planet to find the wreckage." Yang Bo wasn’t the least bit worried about being exposed; he had layered himself in disguise after disguise.

Inside the main control room, the alarms blared incessantly. Interestingly, there were no surveillance cameras in this space. Since this was the most core area of the facility, installing cameras posed a massive risk; if the surveillance network were ever hijacked, the enemy would have a front-row seat to their most heavily guarded secrets.

It was akin to how his home country on Earth used to develop nuclear submarines back in the day. The engineers had been utterly baffled, constantly doubting their own designs, only to realize by looking at foreign toys that their approach was perfectly fine—and even drew quite a bit of inspiration from them. Sometimes, a secret stopped being a secret the moment someone laid eyes on it. Yang Bo also remembered a story about a formidable aircraft from a northern superpower that scared their rivals senseless. The rivals moved heaven and earth to get their hands on one, only to discover, to their absolute shock, that the damn thing was made of stainless steel.

Often, secrets weren’t as sophisticated as people imagined; they could be incredibly simple. That was why core areas usually lacked surveillance to prevent leaks. In even more sensitive locations, electronic devices weren’t allowed within a certain radius. In his past life, specific brands of cars were even banned from entering sensitive zones.

RUMBLE, RUMBLE.

Yang Bo watched the silver-white door warp and buckle further as the roars of the mutants outside grew louder. A faint smile touched the corner of his lips. He summoned his own mecha and climbed inside. His current unit was a disguised, slightly smaller 13th-generation mecha.

The generational gap between mechas primarily boiled down to differences in their light brains and control instruction sets. It also involved various optimizations in reaction speed, anti-shielding and anti-interference capabilities, the energy system, and the defense system. Functionality varied greatly as well. For instance, Yang Bo’s third-generation mecha was strictly limited to running on the ground. More advanced mechas could not only engage in aerial combat but also fight underwater and even in the vacuum of space. Some could even transform into configurations similar to warplanes.

BOOM!

The silver-white door was finally smashed open, the entire metal slab sent flying into the room. The mutants outside erupted in unison cheers.

The next second, a horde of mutants swarmed into the corridor. But before the vanguard could even process what they were looking at, the mutants trailing behind them saw a blinding flash of light. A collective shiver ran down their spines, and they immediately turned tail and ran. They were far too familiar with that sight—the unmistakable glow of a laser.

In a mere instant, the mutants that had just been frantically surging forward were reduced to a floor littered with corpses. The biological mecha mutants who had charged in first were hit the hardest, blasted into bursts of fireworks.

Fire Energy Mastery +8!

Fire Energy Mastery +8!

Mecha Pilot +16!

Forging +16!

...

A stream of notifications flooded into Yang Bo’s mind, but his primary focus zeroed in on Fire Energy Mastery. He let out a hearty laugh and quickly ran his hand over every single mecha, linking them to follow his unit’s movements.

A terrifying scene unfolded. Yang Bo’s mecha acted as the bellwether, leading a procession of over a hundred advanced mechas. Every single one of these advanced mechas had their laser cannons set to automatic attack mode. If that wasn’t intimidating enough, they were absolutely laden with miniature hydrogen bombs and shock wave bombs—totaling over a thousand explosives. Anyone witnessing this would tremble in fear.

They carved a path right across the prairie like a literal war train. Many mutants who came to investigate the commotion were blown to smithereens by the laser cannons of several—sometimes over a dozen—mechas before they could even react.

He thought, "It looks like entering the underworld like this basically makes me invincible, right?" Seeing the sheer destruction, Yang Bo felt a strong urge to lead this mecha army down into the underworld and go on a massive killing spree.

However, Yang Bo wasn’t a member of the military, nor did he harbor any deep-seated hatred for the mutants. His primary goal was farming skills. Needlessly slaughtering hordes of ordinary mutants was pointless, as the drop rate for rare superpowers from them was far too low.

While Yang Bo was tearing across the prairie with his mechas, the personnel observing this spectacle from the warship were left utterly dumbfounded. The female officer rubbed her temples in disbelief, wondering what on earth was going on with these mechas. Had they been commandeered by mutants? That didn’t make sense. Mutants usually just dismantled mechas and took the parts back, but these units had clearly booted up their mecha systems.

She attempted to seize control of the mechas’ authorizations, but she couldn’t bypass the locks. Each mecha had its own set of permissions, which were specifically designed for remote control via the game. Those control privileges rested solely with the Military Department. Left with no other choice, the female officer urgently reported the situation, hoping the higher-ups at the Military Department would quickly formulate a plan. If all else failed, they might have to authorize a preemptive strike to destroy the units.

Smart as he was, Yang Bo naturally knew such a flashy display would attract attention. As soon as he left the base, he immediately engaged the rocket backpacks to speed up the journey. Rocket backpacks were standard issue for every mecha, primarily designed for rapid, short-distance maneuvering during combat.

By the time the orders from the Military Department finally came down, Yang Bo had already led his mechas through the nearest entrance and into the underworld. Down in the underworld, he encountered another wave of mutants, blasting them until they were thrown into total chaos.

The mutants cried out in alarm, spreading the word that human mechas had invaded the underworld—and not just a few, but a seemingly endless horde of advanced mechas. This news spread like wildfire, prompting numerous mutant tribes to swiftly tighten their defenses and dispatch scouts. Their orders were strict: fall back and report immediately at the first sight of any advanced mechas.

Iron Bull stared at the advanced mechas standing before it in absolute disbelief. Despite itself, drool started leaking from its mouth again.

Yang Bo had navigated the underground tunnels to reach Iron Bull’s location. Of course, Iron Bull had been brought over there, as the cave it originally occupied was a dead end—otherwise, it wouldn’t have been trapped inside by a mob of mutants in the first place.

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