After placing a heavy bet of two million credit points on the opponent of the "Pale Devil", the mechanical fighter nicknamed "Steel Crusher", Sechika happily went to a place in the auditorium with Yang Tianyi and others with an unrivaled view. He sat down in a good position. Judging from the brisk steps he walked that were not consistent with his fat body, he did not think he would lose.
"My dear human friend, although I have never been in the habit of judging how others spend money, I have to say that the way you just spent so much money really makes me feel a little envious."
Seeing that the young human sitting next to him didn't seem to care at all about the fate of the 10 million credits, Sechka still couldn't hold back his curiosity and desire to complain. While touching his pocket with his big hands like a leaf fan, he used With an envious tone, he said: "Please forgive me, if I had so much cash, I would definitely not be as generous as you."
Such high emotional intelligence language immediately made Yang Tianyi feel very funny. Considering the role he was currently playing, he did not hide his emotions. Instead, after laughing a few times, he simply stated that he was doing some trivial business. Recently, my business has been going well and I have made a small amount of money, so I dared to bring a few followers to the underground auction house to see the market.
"Small business? You are too modest."
Realizing that the other party did not trust him, Sekka was too lazy to waste any more words. Instead, he took out a business card with the federation's logo from his pocket and handed it over. He said rather proudly: "I believe you should trust the federation." We have a better understanding of our capabilities, and maybe we will have opportunities to cooperate in the future.”
After saying these words, the cunning Hazbuzan turned his head and focused his attention on the robot fighting match that was about to begin. His breathing became tense as the odds numbers continued to beat on the big screen next to the ring. It became more and more heavy - two million credits was not much for a professional smuggler like him, he just didn't want to lose.
After all, who would choose to lose if they could win?
Just a few minutes later, as the robot host on the stage moved the sound generator close to the microphone, all the numbers on the big screen except the time stopped beating in unison, announcing the start of tonight's first fighting match.
Amidst the exciting introduction and exciting music, a tall mechanical fighter covered in a red cloak slowly walked onto the square ring from the side, bathed in the gradually crazy cheers and applause of countless spectators. This legendary figure never The deadly robot that would leave its opponent dead body suddenly lifted off its blood-red cloak that showed off its bravery.
"Steel Crusher"'s nearly three-meter-tall height, spiked torso, and scarlet paint covering his whole body were clearly displayed in front of everyone's eyes with the huge holographic projection suspended in the air, allowing the audience to watch a fighting match for the first time. The audience all exclaimed.
It is easy to see from the expressions on their faces that almost no one is optimistic about this killing machine's opponent, the rookie fighter named "Pale Devil".
As expected, when the "Pale Devil" came on the stage, although there were not many annoying boos on the field, the mood of the audience and gamblers who had a good impression of it not long ago was obviously not high. It can even be said to be depressed.
There is no way, who makes the Pale Devil far inferior to its opponent in terms of size and appearance - at over two meters tall, it is half shorter than the Steel Crusher, which means that even if it punches upward, it can only hit hard Hit the opponent's head, and its opponent can easily kick it to the ground and tear it alive with its pair of spiked iron fists.
But to Yang Tianyi, these are just the words of avid gamblers. Only those who don't understand combat robots will judge the combat power based on their appearance. To an expert like him, the two players on the stage may appear to be very different, but in fact there is a hidden secret behind them that is difficult for ordinary people to identify.
As the robot with the largest production volume and the widest range of applications so far, the Z-1 robot has developed countless versions with the cooperation of the three major departments, from civilian nannies and housekeepers to military combatants. , Sagittarius type, only customers can’t think of it, no group can’t create it.
And if he read it correctly, the robot on the stage nicknamed "Pale Devil" had been modified beyond recognition by a third-rate mechanic who didn't know where it came from, but it was still the military version of the Z-1 robot.
The first-class design of the titanium alloy combat frame may not be able to withstand too fierce attacks, but in this arena where victory or defeat is determined by close combat, the Pale Devil is already considered indestructible. The powerful waist motor and the hydraulic system connected to every joint in the body are by no means something ordinary mechanical fighters like the Steel Crusher can contend with.
No matter how the team or owner of the "Pale Devil" obtained the military version of the Z-1 robot, Yang Tianyi did not want to delve into it - arms smuggling is the group's third largest income after formal arms trade and moon crystal sugar wholesale. Source, if he gives up the smuggling business because he is worried about technology leaks or product backlash, then he can pack up and prepare for retirement.
Just when Yang Tianyi was thinking about whether to appropriately reduce the scale of the group's smuggling to avoid unnecessary troubles, with a crisp start bell, the battle in the ring began.
Taking heavy steps, the Steel Crusher, who thought he had the advantage after scanning analysis, couldn't wait to stride to the center of the ring. At this time, the straight-line distance between it and the pale devil who also stepped forward was less than two meters.
In order to prevent such a smaller opponent from getting too close, the Crusher did not hesitate to use its tried and tested black boxing trick - raising the sole of its foot and kicking its opponent back to the opponent who always had the "death" The corner of the ring with the title of "Corner" will give a good lesson.
"when!!!"
Accompanied by the loud noise of gold and iron, the scene that happened on the stage immediately made all the senior executives of the group who saw the origin of the pale devil hold their foreheads and sigh.
This little robot that their boss had high hopes for did have a military-level foundation, but its messy combat algorithm was completely unable to help the boxer show his true strength. Even if it could temporarily force the opponent back with its more powerful force, But after that, there was still no way to avoid being blasted like an extremely strong sandbag.
Seeing that the little robot was being beaten back by the opponent's violent attacks, it could only crouch in the corner and helplessly raise its hands to block the crusher's iron fist. Yang Tianyi, who couldn't stand it anymore, waved to a group executive. After putting his mouth to the opponent's ear and giving a few instructions, he continued to watch the fighting match with a calm expression.
"My dear human friend, your robot seems to be almost overwhelmed?"
Seeing that the pale devil was in dire straits, the little Sechka laughed twice triumphantly and then turned to look at Yang Tianyi. Unfortunately, except for a side face that showed neither joy nor anger, he could not see any expression he wanted to see. .
Seeing that the other party ignored him, Sechka, who was asking for trouble, made an extremely humane action based on his impression of human habits - he shrugged his shoulders and snorted coldly, as if the outcome of the entire game had been decided. He holds it in his hand.
As the bell that marked the end of the first round came as scheduled, the Crusher, who failed to beat the Pale Devil into scrap as planned, had to put down his iron fist in anger amidst the boos from the audience, completely unaware of it. The spikes on the fists became crooked due to the opponent's hard shell and alloy frame, and were no longer as sharp as before.
Just as the owners of the Pale Devil, a father-son duo from the United Nations of Earth, were having a headache on how to cope with the next round of competition and let this robot that had spent all their savings leave the ring alive, several machines in black uniforms The teacher suddenly appeared behind them.
Before the father and son could react, they quickly and professionally modified the entire robot, trying their best to improve its combat effectiveness without changing the appearance of the pale devil - including but not limited to the ability to automatically repair damage. Nanorobots for spare parts, re-adjusting the hydraulic system, and installing more powerful military-grade energy batteries.
Of course, the most important thing is the update of the combat algorithm.
"Hey! What do you think you are doing!?"
After finally realizing that his robot was being messed with by a group of unknown people, the father of the father-son duo first raised his hand to protect his son behind him, and then picked up the wrench on the workbench to drive them away, but as he watched, After understanding the movements of the group's mechanics, he immediately put down the wrench and began to observe carefully.
After a moment, he questioned.
"Who are you? And why do you want to upgrade my robot?"
The father who didn't think he could be of any use was full of vigilance in his voice - being able to take his family safely from the United Nations on Earth to a third-party zone like Fenhabenis without missing an arm or leg showed that he was not an easy person. Gullible belief in the existence of others.
For travelers like them wandering in the starry sky, the dangers and opportunities are often out of proportion. Travelers who relax their vigilance are either captured by interstellar bandits and sold into slaves or simply killed, or they are regarded as aliens by the ubiquitous space beasts. After eating snacks, it is difficult to keep the whole body.
Nowadays, a group of strangers want to upgrade his robot without any explanation. The message hidden in this can hardly help but make this father who is accustomed to intrigues feel nervous and even scared.
"Please stay calm, Mr. Charlie."
Seeing that the surrounding atmosphere became a little stiff, a masked mechanic stood up, handed the tools in his hands to his companions, and explained sincerely: "Although I can't reveal our origins, I guarantee that what we have here is Everything is done so that your robot can win the game.”
"Then what do I need to do, or what should I pay to satisfy you."
Before raising this question, Charlie, who knew that there is no free lunch in the world, already had the answer in his mind - most likely someone had placed a heavy bet on his robot, in order to let it defeat the crusher and make a lot of money. This is why such a professional team was dispatched to upgrade the Pale Devil.
A few minutes of intermission passed quickly. Before the two boxers were ready to return to the ring to continue fighting, Charlie stared at the backs of the hurriedly leaving team of mechanics, replaying in his mind the last moments he had with the masked man before he left. dialogue.
"Mr. Charlie, you don't need to pay us any compensation other than victory. Of course, after the game, there will be dedicated personnel to recycle the 'excess' parts of the Pale Devil."
"Then what? Is this the end?"
"Yes, that's the end. The bell for the second round is about to ring. Mr. Charlie, go back to your son."
Waving his hands as a farewell, the masked mechanic quickly followed his companions and left the exclusive maintenance room of the mechanical fighter through a hidden back door. Just as they came, swift and silent.
"Dad, are we going to play the second round?"
At the edge of the ring, the son, who had been kicked out of the maintenance room by his father early, asked cautiously: "Is it time for us to leave Fenhabenis?"
"No, no, my boy, we not only have to fight round two, we have to win!"
Charlie touched his son's head and said helplessly: "If we lose, then we really have to leave here and continue wandering."
