Chapter 66: I Love Assassination (2/2)

Wow this dude actually uses a reconnaissance model to watch his place. What a pimp!

Mumbled Ye Chong.

F-58 lurked like a jaguar on its hunt as it coveted its prey in darkness. It was undeniable that the F-58 got the upper hand in this situation. A mere training mech model it might be, it still had a more superior anti-detection system. The alarm did not go off as it moved. They were undetected the whole time.

Ye Chong raised a spear. Well, a magnetic sword that sets off frequency would be bad for a sneak-attack. Imagine if he were to brandish that cool sword towards one of the machines that fell prey to his assassination, due to the reflective nature of mech armors, the frequency would be easily bounced everywhere and all mechs and aircrafts in the vicinity would immediately detect Ye Chong committing a crime there. In the next moment, before he knew it, he would be bombarded by 3 other mechs. Another session of fast and furious awaited.

He never desired an overkill with a Hawkeye, which was blatantly a weakling in front of the mighty F-58. Its inability to even detect F-58 with its so-called ”advanced” scanning system had already justified everything, even a layman could tell which mech would win in the first 10 seconds. So what Ye Chong pondered about was a way to knock the Hawkeye out without being detected and giving them a chance to notify the others.

Assassination. Oh assassination, one true hobby Ye Chong adored. The passion increased the likelihood of success in the operation this time. He would get it over with by hook or by crook, as long as it would add up to the success rate of his operation.

The left hand of F-58 snapped the neck of the Hawkeye while the spear in its right pierced the cabin. It was a spear with a diameter beyond 30 centimeters. Any man could be dead even by minimal contact. That pathetic armor of Hawkeye could barely hold up Ye Chong’s spear as it shredded like paper upon the stab. That doesn’t nail it. Ye Chong was not ending yet. He tore away the shattered armor at the cabin and he saw the murdered man inside. He felt much relieved as he stealthy placed the mech at a corner of the rooftop.

Ye Chong would break his neck to assassinate. No pun intended. But it was not his, rather the other man’s. And he loved it. He loved the moment when the neck snapped in his bare hand in a nice crack. It was such a strange sensation. One move and that is all it took. Nothing else would be needed. People would be dead without doing anything funny. No sound, no drama, no struggle. Straightforward, hassle-free.

Okay that’s the second Hawkeye snapped. Now to the last two mechs at the corners.

It was also a Hawkeye at one corner. Ye Chong was shocked. Wow! Did he literally set off 3 mechs specially for reconnaissance on an old man like Grandpa Xu? Most people would assume Hawkeye as another random scouting machinery but that was not the point! Ye Chong knew it deeply, it would certainly cost an arm and a leg for a specialized mech like Hawkeye, just like how the Sand Scorpio he once used was much more expensive than the Gold Wheat despite its less-pleasant look compared to the Gold Wheat to the public.

And right beside the last Hawkeye was a Karl, which was notorious for its crude design - a height about 16 meters, twice as high as the F-58 and had twice the amount of parts as most of the mechs. In addition, its shield with a height of 10 meters waved like moving gigantic walls of labyrinth, suffocating indeed, not to mention how Karl wielded both of them. I wonder how people find Karl whenever they spotted one. Imagine an iron hunk of tower-height shoving a giant shield each in his hands. Wild, barbaric, monstrous, savage… There was not much of a good word to describe. The firm dark green mechanical legs it had would move with a terrifying screech that gave goosebumps to anyone who heard it. It was obvious that no one would ever consider to give this colossus some anti-skid build. Its fate had been determined the day it was built with all the low quality and dirt cheap materials. It was born to be an enslaved fighter, the walking ashes in the warfield.

The man who placed Karl and Hawkeye in a group probably just wanted Karl to be the tanker of his eyes. Oh wait, it should be the guardian of his eyes. Karl still held some values in this situation, assuming if they were attacked, Hawkeye could actually make its way out while Karl tried to buy more time holding back the intruders. Sadly, Karl’s life was hardly a concern. A moving wall is a moving wall. If it crumbles, it just does. No one else would care.

Ye Chong was rather impressed by the fact that the dead man could come up with such a remarkable combination to shield against possible raids. The high defense of Karl combined with the powerful scanning system of Hawkeye. The eyes and the shield in one place.

Ye Chong sneaked towards the mechs.

He was not expecting the hefty slow Karl to react this quickly! Karl turned his head as soon as Ye Chong started flying towards them. He instantly hid both Hawkeye and himself within the shields he raised. The 10 meter tall shield perfectly covered up the 6 meter tall Hawkeye.

Karl did feel agitated but the pilot did not detect any hostility from the black mech coming towards him. The speed had yet to be increased. It just travelled calmly to his direction. It looked more like a random passerby to him. Frankly speaking, he had been assuming that he was overreacting to anything coming in his sight the last few days. Those mechs he presumed to be a raider eventually just zoomed away in leisure. He did panic for numerous times at first but as time passed, he got used to his door-guard job and he lowered his guard.

That shielding was out of subconsciousness.

Must be overreacting again this time he thought. I mean who would simply dare to challenge the authority in the public? Especially when this place belonged to the Ji Family. That’s like going against God. Only fools would do it… Yeah, I have a point… He moved the shield away from Hawkeye bit by bit as he thought.

Watching how sluggish the black mech flew, the pilot snickered. Only greenhorns would fly like a derp in this speed! Maybe an absolute greenhorn in flights too!

As much as he assumed, the black mech then travelled clumsily towards the pilot, as if it was drunk.

The pilot laughed out loud upon seeing the poor execution by that black mech. What a good chance for an extra entertainment! Today’s show would be ”Bullying the Noob”! He was unhappy when he was ordered to pilot the junky Karl these few days long. Only garbage would pilot a Karl. It is like a runner-up after another runner-up in the team, a member in the lineup forever. What an insult! But he could not spit it as it was an order from the authority. He stayed quiet and piloted Karl like a moody baby. However, things had changed! Now came a greenhorn to have fun with!

The black mech was inching towards Karl. Hah! That awkward movement! He almost fell a few times! The pilot felt laughter rumbling in his stomach. That was so hilarious! I just can’t! He put up a look at that black mech as if he was looking at his pet.

A little bit more. Wait for it… Get to me and we’ll play!