Chapter 52 What is it called? His sharp eyes froze a group of al away...
Bai Ling's mental test form clearly states:
[Spiritual Power]: SS
[Mental Pressure]: 197 Pa (normal value range 60~180)
【Mental stability rate】: 61% (passing score is 60%)
Obviously, the level of mental strength and the rate of mental stability are not necessarily proportional. On the contrary, there is a saying in the industry that the stronger the driver's mental strength, the lower the stability rate. Because the greater the power a person bears, the more energy he or she needs to put in to control it.
If you are not careful, you may be attacked back.
For example, the victim in the accident who took drugs to enhance his mental strength is a bloody example. The power he wants to control exceeds his tolerance threshold. If his brain blood vessels don't explode, whose will?
However, there are exceptions to everything. There are indeed people with both strong mental strength and stability, but they are rare.
Bai Ling was about to walk out of the testing hall when he suddenly heard an exclamation from behind.
"SSS mental strength, 100 pressure, 90% stability, my god! What a textbook-like excellent number."
"It's really God's gift. I'm so envious."
Bai Ling looked back and saw a man coming down from the testing bench.
The other person was tall and wore a fully enclosed visor, so not even a single hair could be seen. The silver-black mirror surface of the visor reflected the faces of the crowd, some of them jealous or sighing.
The man in black mask tilted his head slightly and turned towards the door.
For some reason, even though he couldn't see that face, Bai Ling subconsciously felt that the other person was looking at him through the crowd.
Maybe it's an illusion.
Just then Lu Xun came to find him, so Bai Ling put the matter behind him and went with Lu Xun to get the modified combat uniform.
After picking up the clothes, I walked through the bustling waiting area and walked up the high-tech hollow automatic spiral staircase. The second floor is the media work area, and the fourth floor and above are the public lounges for drivers.
When passing by the media area, Bai Ling glanced around and suddenly stopped at a point in the crowd.
He saw an acquaintance.
The announcer happened to look over, so Bai Ling walked over and chatted with him for a few words: "How is your new job? Are you adapting well?"
"Haha, thanks to you, I'm getting used to it. You know, I used to be a news anchor, and I didn't have much experience with live broadcasts of games. I have to learn some professional terms for mechas, such as energy cabins, ion shields, cannons... It's quite interesting!"
The announcer shaved his beard and changed into a new, cheap but neat suit. He did not throw away his tattered hat, but still habitually tucked it under his armpit, as if it were a part of his body.
Bai Ling could see that he was not only in a good mood, but also in much better spirits.
Everything is going in the right direction.
This sigh suddenly emerged in Bai Ling's heart for no reason.
"By the way, I already have some idea about what you asked me to do last time." The announcer noticed that Bai Ling looked slightly stunned and couldn't remember what it was for a moment, so he raised his deep smile and said:
"Forgot? The radio."
"Have you found the radio parts?" Bai Ling's gray eyes lit up.
He was just saying it casually at the time, but he didn't expect that hope would really appear.
"Yes. My friend told me that there is one at an underground second-hand dealer." The announcer added his number using the newly purchased communicator and sent the message:
"Here's the address. Just say the codeword when you get there. The codeword is..."
As people were coming and going around, the announcer had to look left and right cautiously, and finally lowered his voice seriously:
"The code is, Big 1."
Bai Ling: “……?”
It is really simple, crude and easy to remember.
Afterwards, the announcer took Bai Ling to visit the media area.
The announcer was hired privately by Uriel. Unlike other large platforms, he was only assigned a small live broadcast room that looked like a pigeon cage. Even the images used for commentary were from other large media companies.
Bai Ling knew that he used to be the mainstay of the old empire's central news channel and a serious news anchor. Not to mention having to put on a lot of makeup during a broadcast, at least there is someone standing by holding a cup of Sterculia lychnophora tea.
Now, the announcer used his first week's salary to buy himself a thermos cup. He held the cup and drank some boiled water, and a happy expression appeared on his face.
Gratitude for what is lost and regained in life.
Bai Ling thought again, isn't he the same?
The announcer seems to be one of him, but there are thousands and thousands of "him" in the world who are not so lucky. They have similar experiences and are the remnants left behind by the collapse of their country. The changes of the times have left them behind and they are at a loss as to what to do.
If we can lend them a hand and help them return to their respective duties, then...
I guess I didn't waste this opportunity to live again.
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After changing into combat uniform, we went to the warm-up training ground.
The venue, which can accommodate 50 mechas at the same time, was packed with contestants from various clubs. There were still 20 minutes before the game started. Many people rushed to get on the machines to adapt, and were eager to try out their light particle weapons. For a moment, the field was dazzling, and Bai Ling, who wanted to find a place to rest, was forced back into the room.
Perhaps it was the combined effects of the winter rain and the cold, his lower abdomen began to ache again.
Bai Ling filled a disposable cup with hot water and held it in his palm to warm it. He looked out the large floor-to-ceiling window, watching the movements of the mechas intently, scanning from one to another.
He has no shortage of operational experience, so he doesn't need to cram or practice at the last minute.
For him, the most important thing before going on the field is to observe the opponent, collect information, analyze and infer the driver's operating habits from the action status of the mecha, and find loopholes.
Bai Ling looked for a while and fixed his eyes on a purple mecha less than 50 meters away.
Heavily armored, with two guns, a photon sword, and a multi-shot cannon on his back. Maybe the body was overloaded, it moved crookedly, and shook when it jumped up and landed, causing a group of drivers in the room to laugh.
"What the hell! Is this guy's legs borrowed? He can't even stand steadily."
"Don't be a drug addict. He's high in the cockpit."
Bai Ling turned back and gave those people a cold warning, "You're joking about the accident. I advise you to be more virtuous."
The two alphas drank the boiled water in one gulp, threw the cup into the trash can, and asked him bluntly, "Who are you? Do you have any right to care what we say?"
Bai Ling said briefly: "The one who will beat the hair off you."
After saying that, he turned back to watch the scene without caring how the two men were grimacing and getting angry.
Drivers are prohibited from fighting before the race. Once discovered, they will be banned from the race immediately. But the organizing committee did not stipulate that harsh words cannot be made.
The two alphas obviously knew this as well. They cursed at Bai Ling a few times, but Bai Ling ignored them. Knowing they couldn't do anything to him, the two men stopped and continued to drink the water.
"Oh, that dude finally knew to uninstall."
The purple mecha was seen standing at the sidelines with its hand reaching behind its back. But I don’t know if it’s because the brain-computer synchronization rate is not enough, or the driver was absent-minded, but he didn’t grab the weapon after two attempts. Instead, it felt like he was fighting with himself.
The training ground was suddenly filled with cheerful laughter.
The only one who didn't laugh was Bai Ling.
Lu Xun came over and said firmly, "This guy must be too greedy. The conference stipulates that you can only bring four weapons, but he equipped them all. Now they are so heavy that he can't even lift his arms."
Bai Ling thought for a moment and suddenly said, "No."
Lu Xun looked at him, confused, "What's wrong?"
Bai Ling did not answer, his expression becoming more and more solemn. He knew mechas very well. This kind of heavy armor would have room for error in its design. For example, the manual clearly stated that the load capacity was 70 tons, but the actual value could be increased by about 20%.
This is not only for safety reasons, but also to maximize the carrying capacity of the mecha under extreme conditions.
But the purple mecha in front of him was far from reaching its maximum load. This type of vehicle can even cross snowy mountains and climb steep cliffs when overloaded, so how could it be so stiff that it can’t even lift its hands after being equipped with four heavy armor and weapons?
The alpha next to him: "It wasn't easy, he finally pulled it out."
It was about pulling out the cannon placed in the back slot.
The audience turned their eyes away in boredom. However, the next second, the purple mecha's head dropped and it suddenly raised its mechanical arm.
Everyone was startled, and at the same time they saw the blue light suddenly emitting from the black barrel of the cannon.
That's a high concentration of electric particles.
"boom--!!"
The heavy shells grazed the heads of a row of mechas at an angle. The huge force instantly caused the ground to shake violently, and countless glass flew everywhere. The two alphas who were slow to react were directly blown away by the shock wave.
"The mech has gone crazy, run!"
Before the smoke had cleared, Bai Ling dragged Lu Sturgeon out from behind the barrier wall amid screams of terror.
Bai Ling turned his head indifferently and quickly gave Lu Xun an order:
"Get on the plane and open the protective shield to the maximum to protect this building!"
Lu Xun was shocked by his sudden momentum and answered subconsciously: "Oh, okay, okay!"
But before he could finish his words, he saw Bai Ling rushing into the smoke-filled battlefield.
Everyone was running for their lives, but only one person passed by them and resolutely went against the most dangerous area.
Everyone turned around and saw a figure in the fog leap up nimbly, kicking out with its long legs, grabbing the shaking arm of the mecha with its elbow and performing an extremely thrilling jump, then landing on the tilted front windshield of the mecha as lightly as a swallow.
"Are you crazy? Rushing forward at this time is no different from committing suicide!"
"The security team is on their way here, everyone hurry up and get on the mecha!"
The pilots finally reacted and summoned their own mechas. Originally, several pilots wanted to rush forward to control the crazy mecha, but when they heard that the security team was approaching, they couldn't help but hesitate.
——If I get injured, won’t I have to automatically give up the next game?
As everyone was struggling internally, a loud bang suddenly exploded in their ears. They looked in horror and saw that the runaway mecha was actually firing directly at the second floor.
There were groups of media on the second floor, and they were still in the process of evacuating just three minutes after the incident. Once a shell hits the second floor and causes casualties among foreign media, the impact of the accident will instantly increase.
You know, Empire is the organizer of this competition. Not only would this be the worst mecha accident in the Empire’s history, it would also likely cause a diplomatic dispute within the Interstellar Alliance.
At this moment, the large searchlight in the warm-up field reflected a stunning gray-blue color.
When the mecha camera zoomed in, it was discovered that it was a gem embedded in the dagger.
Someone shouted in shock over the intercom: "The Asker Lake Knife, that's a weapon only high-ranking nobles are qualified to use!"
Before anyone could begin to suspect the identity of the reckless driver, the exquisite and expensive knife, which was worth enough to exchange for ten mechas on the field, suddenly fell down.
The extremely hard whetstone drill scratched at a tricky angle, and the front glass of the mecha, which was said to be able to withstand three attacks from thermal weapons, shattered with a sound, cracking into spider-like patterns like ice flowers.
Bai Ling gathered strength with his prosthetic limbs and kicked the glass completely into pieces.
In the zoomed-in camera, his fluffy white hair was blown up by the cold wind, revealing a cold and stern look. He slid into the cockpit and instantly disappeared from sight. The next second, the mecha that was firing chaotically slowed down for a few seconds.
"...No way? He's not trying to control someone else's mecha, is he?"
"Mechas all have biological locks, and only the pilot can operate them. This man is courageous, but he has no common sense at all!"
In the cockpit, Bai Ling kicked the unconscious pilot away and sat in the driver's seat himself.
Of course he knew that the mecha had an anti-theft biological lock.
But as the leader of the poorest revolutionary army on Wild Star, Bai Ling's legion's equipment was obtained by robbing and picking up things. When it comes to the technology of cracking biological locks, Bai Ling dares to claim to be second to none, and no one in the entire galaxy can boast that he is the best.
Moreover, thanks to General Sava, who was a fool and rich man in the next district, he had picked up many similar heavy mechas.
"E45 wire connected to M97..." Bai Ling took only five seconds to dismantle the cable box under the dashboard. He cut off two wires without blinking, and forced them together.
He needed to use both hands to control the control panel, and there was no one else to help him, so he completely ignored the red safety instructions on the panel and stepped on the wire under the sole of his shoe to secure it.
Layer upon layer of "WARNING" popped up on the screen, and the alarm sounded so loud that it hurt my eardrums.
The onboard AI repeated in a stereotyped manner: "Attack, attack, continue to execute orders!"
Bai Ling stared at the densely packed error bars on the screen, his mind exploding as he analyzed the causes. Over-commanding, giving wrong instructions...these are the kinds of mistakes that even novices make.
Bai Ling input the [Stop] command, but there was no response. He then input [System Self-Destruct], but it still didn't work.
He simply unplugged the connection cable of the AI system, and the AI's voice instantly went out.
At this point, most people would have given up long ago. But Bai Ling immediately switched to manual gear and replaced AI control.
From now on, he is the only central control system that this giant iron lump weighing 70 tons can rely on.
It must be more precise than AI, and no decimal point in any instruction can go wrong.
Bai Ling's fingers were flying on the console. He had to input a whole page of data instructions within ten seconds, and his fingers were almost leaving afterimages.
"Click!" With a crisp sound, he pressed the Enter key heavily.
The mecha was like a giant that had lost power, standing still sluggishly.
Everyone present couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. This should be the end, right?
However, Bai Ling was still nervous. He glanced out of the corner of his eye and saw a warning box popping up in the lower right corner of the screen. It was the AI that had retreated to the background and was fighting with him for control.
Bai Ling knew that he couldn't delay any longer.
He used the ten seconds he had worked so hard to gain to grab the speaker and shouted loudly to the outside world: "Rattlesnake, shoot me immediately, hit the energy chamber!"
"Shoot me—!"
The voice, as sharp as a blade and as cold as frost, suddenly echoed on the field.
When the sound reached their ears, everyone's heart was shaken violently for a moment.
At the same time, inside the aircraft.
Yu Chen suddenly opened his dark green eyes, and an inexplicable sense of uneasiness gripped him.
Uriel looked in the rearview mirror and asked cautiously, "What's wrong with you?"
Yu Chen picked up his cane and said simply, "I want to go over and take a look."
On the other side, the rattlesnake in the field encountered the biggest crisis of his life——
It must obey orders and fire at its Master.
"Rattlesnake, believe me!" Bai Ling's voice echoed again forcefully.
As expected of a mecha with a synchronization rate of 87%, Sidewinder took only 0.001 seconds to make a decision: trust the Master's skills!
A terrifying shell fired from the cannon, whistling through the air, and headed straight for the belly of the purple mecha.
As if tearing space apart, blazing flames exploded radially, and the energy tank exploded with a bang, blowing into pieces. The resulting thick black smoke obscured everyone's sight in the blink of an eye.
"It's over... The driver will definitely not survive..."
Everyone shook their heads regretfully.
Lu Xun put away his protective shield and shouted at the top of his lungs: "Bai Ling, Bai Ling, answer me! Wuuwuwu!"
"What are you yelling about?" A cold and impatient voice.
All the drivers, including Lu Sturgeon, were frozen.
At the end of their sight, the smoke from the artillery fire dissipated, and a tall figure slowly emerged. The man walked steadily out of the smoke, holding a man by the back of his collar.
He threw the unconscious driver to the ground, raised his head slightly, and revealed a pair of cold eyes that seemed to be mixed with ash.
There was some motor oil on his face, a small cut at the corner of his mouth, and scratches on his arms, but he looked calm, as if he had not just single-handedly prevented a century-long accident, but had just picked up a piece of junk.
The security team of the competition arrived late carrying a giant fire extinguisher.
The committee's security chief quickly ran forward to ask, "Is the driver okay? Is he injured anywhere? This time it's all thanks to your quick response."
There had been an accident before, and there was a super particle energy shield between the official competition venue and the audience seats for protection.
But who could have thought that something could happen during the warm-up match?
The security team leader wiped his sweat silently.
Bai Ling took off the worn gloves on his hands and said calmly, "Write the accident investigation report carefully for me, okay?"
"Yes, sir!" The security team leader saluted subconsciously.
It was not until Bai Ling walked away that he suddenly realized something was wrong. Why should I obey your orders? He is not the leader.
But then again... How could a young man have such a soul-stirring aura? When the emperor of the empire came to inspect the conference before, he had never been so afraid when he met him.
The pilots jumped out of their mechas and gathered in front of the building, looking at each other in silence.
They both saw shame in each other's eyes. Although less than five minutes had passed from the accident to its resolution, these mercenaries, who usually prided themselves on being the top-notch civilian mercenaries in the empire, were actually unable to help at all at this point. It was really...
Shameful.
When Bai Ling saw them looking at him, he felt inexplicably unhappy. He raised his hand and made a gesture of pulling his clothes, trying to grab the coat to cover the large area of skin on his back.
But when he touched it, he found that his back was empty. His coat had fallen off the moment he rushed to rescue her.
Suddenly, dozens of hands came over like fish scrambling for food, each holding a warm coat that they had just taken off. Those alphas who were arrogant and arrogant lowered their attitudes to the dust, eagerly hoping to offer him clothes to cover their bodies.
Bai Ling raised his eyebrows in displeasure, and his sharp eyes froze a group of alphas away.
Just then, he caught a familiar sound of a cane hitting the ground amid the noisy scene.
Bai Ling's heart skipped a beat. His first reaction was not to be happy that the other party came to him, but that after the alpha learned that his omega was in danger of life, he might lose control on the spot and carry out a large-scale control and protection operation.
"It was so dangerous just now that I was scared to death. I almost thought the white-haired driver was dead." Someone sighed with lingering fear.
Bai Ling glared at the man and said, "Shut up."
But the mermaid’s ears are so sharp that they even monitor his heartbeat, so how is it possible that he can’t hear other people’s discussions?
Bai Ling looked across the crowd and saw the masked figure, and he breathed a sigh of relief. Then he pushed aside the crowded crowd, walked over quickly, grabbed the mermaid's iron waist, and while he was pulling the old blind man to an open area, he whispered in her ear:
"I'm fine, don't take control of the situation, there are too many people here."
Yu Chen: "You smell of blood."
Bai Ling knew from the restrained and deep tone that he was on the verge of a nervous breakdown.
Bai Linghu said, "That belongs to someone else."
Yu Chen suddenly grabbed his hand, lowered his head, and silently licked his bleeding wrist.
Bai Ling: “……!”
This is a corridor! There will always be people coming and going and watching!
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