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Even though the city ruins on the surface were in utter decay, beneath the old city, some places had not collapsed.
These dark spaces provided a foundation for operations that could not see the light of day.
In a massive, partially intact underground parking garage, a black mecha knelt on one knee.
Maintenance drones deployed from it were attempting to perform self-repair on the machine.
“Szzzt!”
Sparks flew from gaps in the armor, and through these openings, damaged internal circuits could be seen.
[Nano-repair material remaining: 10%.]
“Damn it!”
Under the half-open cockpit hatch, the pilot of the black mecha saw the warning on the display and immediately knew he was beyond saving.
He couldn’t fully repair the mecha and could only adjust the drones to focus on key components, ensuring the mecha could still function.
[Armor integrity: 44%, Shield strength: 25%, Energy: 30%.]
[Recommendation: Return to hangar for repairs. Execute?]
The pilot said: “No.”
Normally, a severely damaged mecha should return to its base for repair. Continuing to fight would lead to irreversible consequences.
However, the pilot of the black mecha seemed obsessed with not retreating until achieving victory.
[Ping! Incoming communication…]
The pilot’s expression changed.
Why was there communication now?
Before he could reject it, the call connected. On the screen was a person wearing a smiling demon mask.
The smiling demon glanced at the pilot’s condition and clicked his tongue: “Oh, mighty Shantong, you’ve been beaten to this state?”
“Amusing yourself by mocking me?” The pilot, codenamed “Shantong,” gave no friendly response.
“Oh? What a terrifying expression.”
Though the mask hid his face, the mocking tone was obvious.
The smiling demon gestured as if inviting and said: “Then let me show you a video!”
The screen flickered, replacing the demon with footage of the black mecha fighting a blue mecha.
The black mecha’s power and firepower outmatched the blue one, chasing it out of the original battlefield.
“What exactly are you showing me?”
Shantong’s anger, already simmering, was now fully ignited.
He had thought victory over the blue mecha was guaranteed, but the outcome had been a chaotic retreat.
Now, the demon showing him this video was like rubbing salt into the wound.
“Ohhh? Don’t rush! Watch carefully—you’ll understand exactly why you lost.”
The demon’s voice played through the communication.
He had anticipated Shantong’s anger, intending to use it.
Shantong could only suppress his confusion and rage as he watched the video.
The blue mecha’s only advantage was mobility, which vanished while protecting two new pilots.
When the black mecha suppressed the blue one, the scales of victory tilted heavily.
The camera switched to four distant points of light—cruise missiles from the black mecha.
Just as they neared the blue mecha, two of the lights suddenly exploded midair, missing the floating drones entirely.
Shantong’s eyes widened.
The explosions were so close to the drones that he had thought the missiles had hit them.
To clarify, the footage slowed, showing five fleeting laser beams from behind.
Only two lasers struck the cruise missiles.
Shantong shouted in disbelief: “There’s an anti-missile system nearby? No! Impossible! There are no enemy units, and the anti-missile system couldn’t… was it… a human?”
The demon calmly said: “Yes, it was human.”
Shantong was furious: “Who? Could it be ‘Hawkeye’?”
“Hah? ‘Hawkeye’?”
The demon scoffed—not at Hawkeye, but at Shantong.
“You think highly of yourself, but you’re not even on the same level as him.”
Shantong roared: “You…”
Before he could finish, the demon said: “Come, I’ll show you who struck your so-called ultimate move.”
The video rotated to a tower in the background.
Once a clock tower, it now had a gaping hole where the clock face had fallen.
Inside, Shantong saw a male standing with a rifle, and a girl standing beside him.
“Them…?” Shantong’s eyes widened—these were the two new pilots he had despised.
Though he couldn’t believe it, the rifle in the boy’s hands confirmed the five shots he had seen.
“Now do you understand why you lost?”
The demon on screen mocked: “The weaklings you despise are actually stronger than you could ever imagine. And you are the one too cowardly to face your own weaknesses.”
“Shut up! Ah!”
Shantong clutched his head, breathing in agony.
Red, ominous mist poured from his body, and his screams became beastly roars.
The demon watched calmly: “What will you do?”
“What… should… I… do?”
His words sounded like a maddened beast’s roar.
“Kill them.”
The calm command echoed in Shantong’s mind like a demonic whisper.
‘Kill them… kill them… kill them…’
“Kill… them!”
Shantong’s last shred of reason collapsed.
When he lifted his head, his eyes were bloodshot red.
The black mecha’s cockpit hatch closed.
The mecha stood upright, its electronic eyes glowing with madness.
It extended its mechanical arm without hesitation, targeting the shield core.
“Crack!”
Armor shattered, and the mecha seized the core, crushing it into fragments.
Without the shield core, the mecha would no longer have protection, taking all damage directly, but it could no longer be “knocked down” due to low shield.
Now, the black mecha no longer needed a shield.
Red mist seeped from the damaged parts, repairing and even reactivating the systems.
This red mist functioned as a superior shield.
“Boom!”
The black mecha violently broke through the ground, like a trapped beast, unleashing its vengeful rage.
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