Chapter 469: Experiment Unit (1/2)
Chapter 469: Experiment Unit
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”Hold it right there.” A voice coming from a middle-aged plump man stopped Ye Chong, .
It was the top leader of the recruitment, Mr. Powell.
”What do you mean by that?” asked Powell, slightly displeased, when he apparently overheard the exchange between Number 231 and the staff, in which Number 231 was making his withdrawal from the recruitment drive.
If it was not of all timings, Powell just so happened to be walking by the test area while spotting that drowsy-looking boy making such comment he would not have run all his way to the boy. The boy had given him an epic fighting scene, nearly unforgettable in his mind, in which those afterimages danced to crosses as the sounds of raiding punches and kicks came raining like a storm. To be frank, Ye Chong had technically drained every last ounce of vitality of Taylor in that battle. So Taylor had to call it a day early, while requesting a new examiner to take over. Powell asked Taylor's opinion in the following moves and Taylor's replies were rather shocking. In his gasping words, Taylor illustrated his losing fight with this boy, on how he was just barely holding the giant's step which he would never have a chance to overcome the whole time.
Well, Powell had zero knowledge on combats but he felt he had gotten a fish on the hook, a large one too!
So Powell came all the way to check Number 231 out, but never he once expected that this Number 231 was going to leave for good. He got to do something to stop Number 231.
He listened to his staff to get a grip on the situation.
”He has no mech?” Powell flinched, that was never part of his prediction. A pilot with no mech? It sounded as far-fetched as finding lights in black hole, or picking blues from the red-tailed beasts.
”Just a moment, young man.” He would not let Ye Chong go just yet, ”We do... have a few new units in the storage... Mhm, and by that I meant the close-combat model,” he muttered, in suggestive tone to his staff.
”Yes sir but... the newest close-combat model contains only the experiment unit. Other than that we only had a few ranged models and a handful of abandoned units,” replied the staff.
”An experiment unit?” Powell frowned.
”Yes sir, it's been there... for 5 to 6 years. Part of the failed experiment... I heard...,” replied the staff sluggishly.
A product of a failed experiment? Powell finally understood the situation, of how this experiment unit ended up at his storage. The consortium liked experimenting modification and creation of all sorts of mech, which resulted in an enormous amount of experiment failures that ended up in the storage for the rest of all eternity.
”Well, are you willing to try? We could only offer you this mech.” Said Powell, with little hesitation. That was the only thing he could say anyway, he had already lost faith in the situation, like which insane fellow would agree on piloting an failed produ-
”Okay.” Ye Chong actually nodded at the offer.
Ye Chong felt it was at least a mech to work things on. It was not like he would be lose anything for piloting a mech with issues. So, why not?
”Okay?” Powell was confused, but later his eyes lustered with impression, ”Okay. He'll lead you to the storage for the unit.”
And there Ye Chong was, at the storage which looked spacious with only a few mechs standing by the piles of parts.
”If you are wondering about the space, well, the storage used to be full. Thanks to the war, the frontline demands all sorts of resources they could use, so most of the mechs in the storage had been sent there and we are only left with these few experiment units,” said the staff, who led Ye Chong to the corner.
”And among them, this is the only close-combat model. You can try it now.” The staff pointed at one mech covered in dust.
The mech had been spending the last 5 years with the dust. It was at a horrible location to be noticed and nobody liked to have their duty roster at the storage. When Ye Chong first saw the mech, he had only perceived a giant lump of dust. The working staff did not intend to even approach the dusty history an inch closer.
Ye Chong did not mind however, as he had spent probably his younger days at the filthiest, terrifying entire globe of trash before. The dusty history was just something normal.
He placed his hand over the mech, as if giving a new life, he forcibly swiped over the surface, the dust of the ancient danced in the air under the dim lamp.
The working staff had already retreated himself. He needed not to watch the young man, not like there was anything worth to keep an eye on in the storage.