If you become a monster, you will succeed.

Chapter 353 The Beginning of the Classic Machine Battle

"This city is completely rotten! It's hopeless! Some people believe that a ghost can make people live longer! They start a war over a ghost! This is the most absurd thing in the world, even if it is placed in hundreds of Years ago, thousands of years ago, in those so-called myths and legends, there was no such absurd story!"

The brand spokesperson of George's Shield, Mr. George Augustus stood on the stage and gave a passionate speech to the residents of Asgard, but no one came to listen to his speech today, because Behind him, successive explosions and scattered shrapnel are dyeing the entire street red.

Weapons that could only be seen in weapon exhibitions and online games before are now being fought in the city of Asgard, turning an entire block into a real battlefield.

The only thing that the residents of this city are fortunate about at this time is that the design concept of Asgard City is modular construction, and the collapse of one block will not affect the stability of other blocks——

Just like when a certain anchor demolished a block with his bare hands, it only caused the hair volume of architecture students and professors to plummet in the next few weeks.

Compared with the deserted scene, Mr. George's canvassing live broadcast room was very lively, but at this time the audience did not regard him as a speaker or a politician, but completely regarded him as a war correspondent , constantly urging him to pull the camera in a little more, to take more pictures of the war scenes behind him.

However, Mr. George would not choose the anchor with the most barrage of Dafa. He completely ignored the appeals of these audiences and used the battlefield as the background to tell his political ideas of opposing feudal superstition and resisting entertainment to death.

But just when "George committed a heinous crime and made the people complain", a background text message popped up from the anchor page——

"Dear Mr. George, this is the Dole live broadcast platform, between..."

The unnutritious official nonsense unfolded on the live broadcast page, not only seen by George, but also by all the audience.

And after removing all the nonsense and negotiating rhetoric, the content is actually one sentence——

[Follow the style of play with the most barrage, otherwise we will block your live broadcast room! 】

"Everyone has seen that this is the consequence of entertaining to death. Under this kind of threat... well, well, since everyone wants to see it, then I will show you how cruel the real battlefield is..."

【Count it!The anchor is scared! 】

【Haha, I still like your rebellious look! 】

[I thought he was a man with backbone, but he turned out to be a dog of capital, don't read it! 】

[Silly [beep——]! 】

[Who do you think is stupid [beep——]? 】

[Whoever robs me will scold him! 】

……

Seeing the inexplicable quarrel in the bullet screen, George was speechless for a while, but he had no intention of persuading the fight. Instead, he put on a vicissitudes of life expression, turned his back to the camera, and walked step by step towards the war-torn urban area.

After a whole day of scrambling, the intensity of the battle has dropped slightly at this time, and many airframes have run out of ammunition. Although major companies are still investing in soldiers, overall, it is no longer the same as it was at the beginning. Missiles scream at every turn.

In the final analysis, Asgard City is just a city. Even if it has the false name of "the most prosperous city in the world", the number of core combat departments under the names of major enterprises will not exceed a thousand people.

And this means that it is not just as simple as snatching the samples, but also the escort and protection after they are obtained. Otherwise, even if they win and get the spoils, they may not be able to take them out of Asgard City.

Therefore, at this time, the companies that are qualified to compete for this gambler basically retain a part of their elite forces, which are used to escort the samples away after the snatch is successful, or to pursue after the snatch fails.

This sounds contradictory, but the reality is not a game after all, there is no absolute victory rule, and the competition will not be terminated just because you successfully grab the item. The more power used for snatching, the less power for follow-up protection, and vice versa Of course.

Therefore, how to adjust the limited forces at hand is a problem that the leaders of the major financial groups have to consider at this time.

It is precisely because of this trade-off that the intensity of the battle at this time is stuck at a level that does not go up or down. It neither hits the bottom line and does everything it can, but it does not passively slack and grind foreign workers.

George Augustus walked on the tragic battlefield like a walk, while avoiding stray bullets from nowhere, he said loudly to the live broadcast room:

"Did you see it? This is the city block where No. 33 Lawless Zone was originally located. Now it has basically lost its block function, the residential quarters have been completely scrapped, and several production lines also seem to have been looted. There are obvious signs of vandalism and looting in the shops..."

While Augustus was still explaining the scene, a loud bang exploded, and a big guy slammed into the open space in front of him, even bouncing up with broken stones scattered on the ground.

"Oh, look what I saw? A George's Shield! Dude, it's still intact after falling from such a height. It's my endorsement weapon!"

[The beginning of the classic machine battle! 】

[What's the point, go up and drive the machine! 】

[Picking up a powerful machine on the battlefield, the anchor understands the effect of the show! 】

[Speaking of which, the product spokesperson, the anchor, can't even open the products he endorses, right? 】

……

All kinds of bullet screens poured out. Augustus, who had obviously planned to leave the right and wrong place, looked at the text message from the media company that did not join the competition because the headquarters was far away, and spread his hands helplessly——

"Okay, the style of play with the most barrage is right! Okay! The anchor will teach you how to escape on the battlefield by relying on the mechs you picked up!"

While speaking, George had already rushed to the George Shield, skillfully climbed up to the cockpit position by using the protrusion on the machine body, pointed to a hidden button and said:
"Did you see it? There is a special button here, just press it, then grasp the handle that pops up, and twist it hard to the left...Okay, it's on! Don't say stupid, military equipment is like this, otherwise if you are unconscious on the battlefield Even the military doctors can't pull you out of the tin can, and as for the battle... it can only be said that you are too skilled to be able to touch this position!"

While speaking, George's shield, which had been turned on by the emergency valve, bounced off, revealing the still intact cockpit.

At this time, the driver in the cabin seemed to be still alive, but Augustus had no intention of rescuing him at all. He skillfully opened the fixing belt of the driver's seat, dragged the unconscious driver out, and roughly threw it aside. Then he got in by himself, without even closing the cockpit, he directly inserted his right hand into the master-slave controller on the right arm, and immediately pressed the trigger.

A round of projectiles sprayed out from the right arm of the machine, forcing back several machines coming from a distance, Augustus then pressed the close button, and at the same time said to the microphone connected to the onboard computer:
"George's Shield, or most mechas, when the cockpit is closed, the operating system is locked. This is not a design error, but to prevent the driver from crushing himself to death because of a sneeze. So if there is an enemy approaching when boarding the plane, you must shoot first, and then close the cockpit, have you all learned it?"

[I learned it, I learned it, now go to the battlefield to pick up the body! 】

[Well, am I the only one who cares about the warehouse icon on the onboard computer? 】

[Yes, why does that thing look so familiar to me? 】

[Fuck, anchor, you posted it, that ghost is now on this machine! 】

　I overslept at noon, sorry
　　
　
(End of this chapter)