Expert Planning

I have already posed. Show me this?

Are you f*cking posing just to be a pretty target? Are you trying to cheat me by forming a team?

He was the only one left. Fatty felt especially unlucky today. He had been the only one left in the last game and lost. Was he going to repeat the same mistake this time? He could not ensure 100% that he could hit the opponent's long arrow type I mecha with the grenade launcher in his hand from this distance. Should he wait for the opponent to get closer? He will die faster if he rush out now.

The two long arrow Type I mecha were also stunned when they saw the white skeleton explode so easily. They quickly checked the system records. That's right, it was "Lord Egg". There was a notification of the system's kill.

What was going on? How the f*ck those two ambushers died?

After letting out a breath of turbid air, the mecha operators from the two Long Arrow mecha instantly felt the pressure on their bodies disappear. They didn't have to care for a double kill pro monster now. They could play however they wanted.

The fatty's attacker skillfully took out the grenade launcher again. No one could play such a long-range close-combat mecha.

The two mecha in his line of sight were gradually approaching the optimal point. Fatty felt his palms sweat. He had played a more exciting game today than he had in the past two weeks. i am the cornerstone. I am the cornerstone. If one stood beside Fatty, they would be able to hear these words coming out of his mouth. He was simply possessed.

'They're getting closer. They're getting closer. Eh? Why are these two guys running toward the assailant? No, they're heading toward Mu Fan's first-generation console.'

"Brother, let's kill this first-generation console."

"Yeah, I haven't seen the first-generation console in the PO Battle Network. I'll keep it as a meme. Add me as a friend, take a picture of it, and send it to me later."

"No problem."

The two Long Arrow mechas were originally heading toward the fatty's area, but now they were slowly walking toward Mu Fan's EH01. They had activated their active radar to prevent the remaining green side, which was the fatty's sudden attack.

Poor Mu Fan, who had been sent out of the battlefield in the explosion, had returned to the VIP room. He was speechless as he looked at the live projection screen in front of him.

"This attacker is a hindrance!"

"Yeah, the first-generation console is stepping on the assailant. He is a hindrance. It is not convenient to take a photo with him later."

"How about this? Let's move this kneeling one away."

"Okay."

The two long arrows each reached out a metal arm to hold the dead assailant, ready to throw him aside.

Fatty, who was not far away, had begun to adjust his optical aiming. However, in the field of vision through the lens, he found that the two mecha had begun to move the surprise attackers.

Fatty began to doubt whether he was a master of hiding. He began to wonder if the opponents he had met before were all noobs. The two mechs were actually going to move the surprise attacker, who was pressing the soldier ant anti-materiel landmines.

Oh my god! They wouldn't die if they didn't court death.

"Beep, beep!"

"What is this? Damn, a land mine. It is so sinister!"

"Boom!" A violent puff of smoke rose from the explosion, and two long arrows that sought death were ruthlessly blown away. Although the two mechas were long-range mechas, the power of the landmines was limited, so they did not completely blow up the two mechas. The two mechas began to adjust their direction in the air.

Unfortunately, the direction in which the two mechas were sent flying was Mu Fan's EH01.

More than ten tons of weight hit the standing white skeleton and knocked it down.

"Beep, beep!"

"Boom!" A cloud of red clouds rose this time. It had obviously blown up the engine compartment.

Fatty did not care about anything else. He immediately stood up, lifted the grenade launcher, and fired twice. They were covered by the explosion again.

The two long arrows Type I were deader than dead.

"Lemon Balloon" completed a double kill! The sound filled the room.

The raider standing on the rock was stunned. The landmines bought with star dollars were too useful. He would have to buy them in future battles. When he returned to the VIP room, Mu Fan, who was watching the real-time projection, was dumbfounded. This was a miracle, a miracle!

That worked! The two of them reacted at the same time.

"Wei… Wu! Are you trying to help me achieve my goal? Could it be that he saw me setting up a land mine and deliberately used himself as bait? An expert! He is indeed a cheat. His plan is flawless."

Young Master Harry's heart was full of admiration for Mu Fan.

The green side won!

The system calculated the points…

[MVP: Lemon balloon]

The points obtained are as follows:

…

…

Then the field disappeared, and the only fatty left was teleported out of the battlefield and into the VIP room.

"I won! I won so easily!" Fatty was delighted when he came out. The ups and downs of life were too exciting.

The fatty was beautiful for a while. He immediately turned his head and asked Mu Fan, who was beside him, "Can you tell me where your first-generation console came from? I just looked at it. There is no such mecha in the normal system!"

Mu Fan shrugged. "I really don't know. This is the only option I had when I entered the battlefield."

Fatty scratched his chin. "That shouldn't be the case. There are hidden mecha in this game? Someone would have exposed it long ago."

After thinking for a long time and not being able to figure it out, looking at Mu Fan, for an explanation, the little fatty gave up. Then, his interest was piqued again. "How did you defeat those two surprise attackers in the battle just now? I saw the information on your mecha. How could the military modified by the first-generation civilian mecha fight against the army's standard mecha, not to mention the difference of a generation?"

Mu Fan thought for a while, but it was hard to explain. He would never tell them about the existence of the Black, so he spread out his hands again. "At that time, I felt like I was standing in the wilderness and facing death directly. I didn't know what was going on either. I just wanted to live, just like how I usually fought with ferocious beasts. My opponent was just a human. Then I won."

Fatty found it hard to accept this answer. What he said was even more unreliable than the radio announcer at the administrative station. Did he think it was human combat? How much control did it take to make those kinds of movements with a mecha that was magnified tens of times? Was it a joke that the hand speed of the console in a first-generation console was so fast?

But when he looked at Mu Fan, the meaning of his words was written directly on his face. I just gave an explanation. Don't ask me anymore.

Unwilling to give up, Fatty continued to ask, "Then tell me in advance when you become the bait. I'm ready to give up."

Mu Fan thought about the scene of him being bombarded to death and felt a little ashamed, so he said with an apologetic and serious tone, "I have a problem this time. I'm really sorry. I almost delayed you."

He looked up to the high mountain! The demeanor of a master! He was humble as a valley!

"He keeps such a low profile even with his friends! I give him full marks for his posturing. Young Master Harry has gained respect for Mu Fan's demeanor, and he gives him the thumbs-up in his heart."

"It's a pity I didn't see you in battle. Do you have the first-person video? Show me."

"How?" Mu Fan was dumbfounded.

Fatty slapped his face and gave up. This guy was definitely not recording. The battle video needed to be activated and confirmed with the system before the battle.

Are all experts so unique? Young Master Harry, who had come into contact with the "expert" world for the first time, had been led astray by Mu Fan. It was a pity that no one could tell him that he was going astray.

Mu Fan looked at the fatty, who expected better from him. He felt a little bad when he thought that he had been shot while standing. Fortunately, the two landmines played a huge role again.

He thought for a moment, then raised his hand to pat the fatty's shoulder. He paused, then stopped.

Fatty glanced at him and said, "What? Don't comfort me. I admit that you are very heroic in the first battle, but haven't you noticed that Brother Fatty's landmines are very amazing? Eh? That's right. Should I consider the giving myself a title related to explosive? Then there will be a name of an expert in this universe, Bomb Berserker—Lemon Balloon. Ahahaha, just thinking about it makes me look cool!"

Harry laughed maniacally for a while, then stopped smiling and said with a straight face, "Mufan, let's go. We'll have the second round. We can rest for a while after the game."

"Well, I'm really sorry. I feel like I need to familiarize myself with the operation of the mecha again." Mu Fan spoke carefully this time. Eggie had made it very clear in the last game that he would not be doing body sync in the near future. This was the only time he would experience it. Would he go back to the battlefield and stare blankly at the bunch of buttons and machinery? If he did, he would be scolded to death by his teammates.

"I still require improving my basic operation. I think I'll go back to the training camp these days to learn the tutorial."

There was silence…

I'm convinced!

These words echoed in Fatty's heart.