Silicon Invasion

“Boom! Boom!”

Critical hit, doubled!

Lightning, suspended two meters off the ground, its old force spent and new force ungenerated, was now like the best stationary target.

At this distance, even without being in a special state, Luo Rui wouldn't miss even with his eyes closed.

A violent explosion occurred, one forward thruster was hit, losing its effectiveness in the burst, while the other blew off a large section of the chest armor that had not been significantly damaged in the previous collision. It was a pity that the cockpit was not directly breached, but the pilot inside probably wasn't feeling great either.

Mr. Big Wolf was shaken by the jolting feedback from the game pod, his stomach churning, acid reaching his throat. He tightly closed his mouth, swallowing hard, sending it back where it belonged. However, the passage through his esophagus was burning and uncomfortable.

But compared to the physical pain, what he felt in his heart at this moment was even more unacceptable.

The opponent's sacrificing his left hand to brake, although unexpected, wasn't too difficult an operation. But the subsequent leverage to flip over, while using the rather thick recoilless rifle on his left shoulder to block the sword strike...

He originally thought it was just a coincidence, but the opponent's series of swift and precise maneuvers made it impossible for him to maintain that illusion. The opponent clearly had premeditated this.

But how was this possible?

The opponent should just be an uncle who had been eliminated by the times. How could he have such precise operations in an instant? This not only required hand speed and reaction time, but also calculations beyond ordinary people.

Could this uncle be some corporate league player or a military ace pilot playing with him?

Mr. Big Wolf carefully examined himself, and finally dejectedly realized that he wasn't worthy!

He was just a commoner, just a bit foul-mouthed. Surely no one would go to such lengths to target him.

Could it just be a coincidence? He sometimes had operations far beyond his own level, like a divine inspiration. But these operations were accidental and could not be replicated.

He hoped that the opponent was in the same situation, which would mean that the opponent's level wasn't that high, and he still had hope of winning.

Unfortunately, this idea didn't even have time to circulate halfway in his mind before it was shattered by the sniper grenade shell fired head-on.

At the moment of touching the ground, Bluebird had been using its left side to make contact, while the large gun was held and protected by the right arm, until the machine stopped sliding, the sniper grenade launcher was still intact.

“Thump!”

At this moment, this hand-held long-range fire weapon, which had been carefully protected, played a decisive role. A muffled gun sound rang out, the distance of 50 meters was instantly covered, and the Lightning, whose posture balance had been disrupted by the rocket just now, had no time to dodge.

This had nothing to do with operation, but rather the machine couldn't do it due to its performance.

Lightning, as a speed-type machine, didn't have much thick armor to begin with. It had already taken two rockets just now. If they hadn't hit the thickest front armor, it would have caused even greater damage.

However, if combined with this sniper grenade armor-piercing shell, then all these foreshadowings would disappear. Although the front armor couldn't defend against recoilless rifles, it still had some resistance to sniper grenades with smaller calibers. If they were intact, unless two or three bullets hit the same spot at the same time, it would be difficult to cause actual damage.

But at this time, Lightning's front chest armor was gone. Although there was still a layer of armor outside the cockpit, it couldn't defend against the attack of the sniper grenade.

With a “bang!” impact and explosion, the world in front of Mr. Big Wolf was bright and open. Even without using the machine's external optical capture device, he could see the outside world with his own eyes.

He was lucky. The outer armor of the cockpit over-fulfilled its task, sacrificing itself to block the attack of this sniper grenade shell. Only a few small metal fragments flew past his virtual helmet and stuck into the seat behind him.

Having narrowly escaped a disaster, Mr. Big Wolf's face was even more bloodless, because the time interval between this disaster and the next was too short. The sniper grenade launcher was a long-range fire weapon with a very short firing interval. The interval between rapid bursts was only 0.9 seconds. In this time, he hadn't even recovered from the shock and self-doubt.

Sure enough, in less than a second, the second sniper grenade shell accurately drilled in through the gap. A 45mm shell, in the case of a frontal hit, whether in the game or in reality, would allow people to leave without the slightest pain.

The Lightning machine was barely maintaining its hovering state with the help of the auxiliary AI's self-balancing system, but this round of combat had already ended.

With a loud “bang!”

A round-faced, chubby man poked his head in from the outside: “Li Dongqiang, what's going on? You'll have to pay if you break something.”

“Ah!” A furious roar frightened the round-faced man into quickly retracting his head. Li Dongqiang wasn't an easy person to provoke. Relying on his skills, he was somewhat aloof and had a bad temper.

Although this situation wasn't common, it happened a few times every month, and the managers here had basically encountered it.

The reason for this was definitely because he was frustrated from losing the game. At this time, you can't go up and make yourself uncomfortable. The round-faced man recorded this matter. It doesn't matter if it's difficult to communicate. If he finds something broken in the future, he can find the culprit based on this record.

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“Huff~”

Luo Rui exhaled a breath of stale air, and the calm and unwavering look in his eyes gradually regained its brilliance. His excited nerves began to relax. Even though he had experienced it many times, the weakness after the adrenaline wore off still made him feel a little uncomfortable.

This time the enemy was a bit tricky, but in the end he was still defeated. Long-range fire mechs are becoming more and more powerless in high-end games. But these days of long-range fire experience were not useless. As the saying goes, know yourself and your enemy, and you will never be defeated. Only by truly getting started and truly controlling these mechs to fight can you truly understand where their advantages and disadvantages lie.

And after the start of school, the spare time will be reduced, which means that the body will have enough time to rest. At that time, he will re-launch the learning and operation of close combat mechs.

Luo Rui wasn't in a hurry to play the next game. The previous game had put a lot of strain on his body, and he had to rest for a while. At the same time, he also needed to think about some things.

The power of the special state was visible to the naked eye, and apart from being a little weak afterwards, there were almost no major side effects. If it could be developed into a controllable, normalized means, then it would definitely greatly increase his combat power and could also be used as a trump card.

Fine beads of sweat merged together, leaving along the sideburns on both sides of his cheeks. The surge of adrenaline also raised his body temperature, and the good sealing of the game helmet caused Luo Rui to sweat a lot.

He unconsciously reached out and touched the beads of sweat, casually wiping them on his anti-G suit. Before, he only thought that to enter the special state, he had to have enough sense of crisis and tension to put pressure on him, but now it seemed that it wasn't limited to this.