Silicon Invasion

"Lightning" swayed left and right in the distance, unable to advance due to the limitations imposed by Bluebird's three long-range fire weapons. However, Luo Rui felt no joy whatsoever. Although the number of rocket projectiles was greater than that of tracking missiles, there were only 19 of them. At the current rate, they would soon be exhausted.

Although Luo Rui carried an extra ammunition load, it would be very difficult to buy enough time to reload against an opponent of "Mr. Wolf's" caliber using the other two long-range fire weapons.

Moreover, even after reloading, the other two long-range fire weapons would also need to be reloaded soon. Therefore, for a long-range fire mech, this initial round was the strongest.

Once delayed into the reloading phase, it would enter a state of infinite disadvantage.

Luo Rui narrowed his eyes slightly. Although the situation was deteriorating, he didn't have any good solutions unless he could enter that special state, briefly increasing his strength nearly twofold, to quickly win the match.

But perhaps due to the high-intensity gaming in recent days, his adrenaline, which he originally felt was very easy to stimulate, was now as calm as if it had been doused in liquid nitrogen.

Without adrenaline, that special state naturally couldn't be triggered. Luo Rui tried hard to make himself feel a sense of urgency, but ever since giving up first blood, he seemed to have entered a state of enlightenment. Anyway, you don't really die in the game, and losing only means dropping a dozen or so points. Subconsciously, he had a "devil may care" attitude, viewing everything with indifference.

This was not good.

Very not good.

But Luo Rui didn't know how to deal with it. That was his subconscious, and all his self-deception was like child's play in the face of his subconscious.

Damn it all.

Very frustrating.

"Mr. Wolf" was indeed serious this time. Luo Rui clearly felt that his opponent was different from before.

In the previous battle, which lasted only two minutes, Luo Rui seized an opportunity when his opponent made a mistake and blew his head off with a sniper grenade, causing damage to many of his observation instruments, leading to a series of mistakes and eventual destruction.

But this battle had already lasted three minutes, with only two rocket projectiles remaining. Luo Rui had been holding back, but it was difficult to form a landing point matrix with only two types of long-range fire to restrict the opponent's movement, so the opponent had already reached the center of the battlefield.

The recoilless rifle ammunition was also about to run out, making the situation quite unfavorable.

All the parameters of these standard attachments were well-known to players at this rank. Moreover, with the help of the auxiliary AI for statistics, Luo Rui's remaining ammunition was clear to the opponent.

"Hmph, that's why old guys should be drinking tea with goji berries. Mech combat is a game for us young people."

However, as the distance closed, the flight time required for the ammunition also shortened. At this time, one couldn't be careless. Many people had fallen at this final distance and under the opponent's last few shells.

The bloody examples of predecessors, coupled with the previous failure due to underestimation, made "Mr. Wolf" extra cautious.

Luo Rui's attack frequency began to slow down. The previous wave of rapid attacks had not created enough pressure on the opponent to force him to reveal a flaw, which was a slight loss.

Given the opponent's skill and current position, he wouldn't give himself a chance to reload.

Now, he could only let him come over for a close-quarters fight, but once a long-range fire mech had to engage in close combat with a melee mech, it could be said that the chances of winning were slim.

"Mr. Wolf" is requesting a communication link…

Suddenly, a message appeared on the screen in front of Luo Rui.

In fact, in online games, both sides can communicate, and even transmit information to the other party unilaterally through the mech's voice playback function.

However, some people later invented the "chat flow." At first, it was really just chatting. Many people had single-core systems, and their hands would lag behind as their ears received too much information, leading to flaws and losing the game.

But later, the content of this "chat flow" became increasingly low. Frankly, this kind of "chat flow" was more likely to mess with people's mentality, but the problem was, this was just a game. Who would bother looking for a scolding?

Therefore, faced with player protests and massive attrition, the game company had to intervene. Although it didn't disable the mech's voice playback function, players could choose to block or prohibit receiving playback information.

As a result, if both parties wanted to communicate during battle, one party had to actively submit a communication request, and communication could only take place after the other party agreed.

But most of the time, communication requests were not approved, and gradually, the "chat flow" disappeared.

Of course, this was only in online games. Whether in offline games or real mech duels, trash talk was a popular tactic.

In reality, there was no way to block communication. Even if the event organizers prohibited it, the contestants would still meet privately, and some trash talk was inevitable.

In the game, Luo Rui had long blocked the other party's mech's voice call, and situations where he actively requested communication were rare, only happening two or three times.

But after the first time he approved it, the opponent greeted him kindly and talked about various aspects of seal clubbing. He never approved any subsequent communications.

But his level shouldn't count as seal clubbing at this rank, right? What did the other side want to say? Luo Rui was a little curious.

“Hehe, Uncle, do you realize your powerlessness?” As soon as the connection was established, a rather arrogant voice came from the other side.

Luo Rui: ? ? ?

Huh?

What's with the "Uncle"?

Thinking back to his past eighteen years of life, this was the first time he had been called "Uncle," and even "Old Uncle."

The person on the other side might have some mental problems and a bit of paranoia.

Luo Rui didn't even think about the registration information at this time. After all, he only used his ID card once. Who could always remember these trivial things?

“Uncle, do you feel abandoned by the times? Is there no mech in the new era that can carry you?”

Mr. Wolf was very talkative. He didn't expect Luo Rui to actually approve the communication request. The "mouth escape" technique, which was basically useless, finally had a place to shine.

“Uncle, do you have kids? Wow, you're not married yet, are you? A 42-year-old single dog is rare.”

42 years old?

This was a keyword.

Luo Rui seemed to realize something.

This guy probably thought Luo's dad was playing.

Actually, thinking about it, this was almost the only possibility.

This feeling was quite strange. The guy on the other side was probably older than him, but he kept calling him "Uncle, Uncle," except that the content was becoming more and more excessive.

What do you mean, not married yet, do you have kids? Luo's dad got married very early, almost right at the legal age limit, which was much better than those who get married at thirty these days.