CapĂtulo 1397: Chapter 132: Why Did It Get Bigger?
The fat manâs brain was unusually clear.
Wait!
Mecha?
F-Fury?
The fat manâs face was a spectacle.
That large painted lead ball, is it a mecha?
What kind of cosmic joke is this?
Fat Brother likes those domineering mechas that are wildly cool and explosive.
The kind that runs without worry, attacks without trouble, and defensively explodes when needed.
It would be best if it came with a pair of flashy wingsâŠ
Young Master Harry was incredibly indignant.
What use is a spherical mecha like this?
He wanted to run; does this thing even have legs?
Donât tell me this mecha moves by rolling.
He couldnât bear the humiliation.
âŠ
âYou fatass, come out!â
The people outside were already quite agitated.
âDamn!â
One of them raised the butt of his gun and slammed it on the mechaâs surface.
With a clang, the fat man inside shuddered violently.
âVice-captain, the person inside wonât come out, câmon, câmonâŠâ
The mercenary who just slammed the gun butt turned his head and said, but as soon as he spoke, a current started to flow over the amber-colored metal ball.
Crackle.
The manâs stylish parted hair was zapped into a high-standing hairdo! Both his eyes rolled back.
And the final âcâmonâ was suddenly repeated dozens of times.
Another person nearby quickly realized something was wrong and kicked his teammate away.
The combat boots made of composite fiber were insulating, protecting the kicker from being electrocuted.
âAhâŠâ
The rescued man lay on the ground, his eyes dazedly looking at the sky, with a wisp of black smoke emerging from his mouth.
âThe metal ball is electrified!â he finally said, only to be met with looks of pity from his teammates.
No kidding!
They instantly scattered, eyeing the amber-colored metal ball warily.
It still retained that pure amber color, and even after such a shocking explosion⊠it didnât even have a black mark.
A huge question began to rise in each personâs heart.
Yes indeedâŠ
How could this metal ball be electrified?
The location was already very close to the area covered by the light.
All energy equipment had completely failed, making it impossible for current to exist.
âBe careful, thereâs something strange about this, everyone donât worry, the fat guy is inside, he probably touched something forbidden.â
âMaybe the fat guy inside has been electrocuted to death.â
The vice-captainâs words instantly put everyone at ease.
Thatâs right.
The fat guy must have been electrocuted inside.
The vice-captain was simply too clever.
âBanan, the five of you, place the bombs youâre carrying under the metal ball.â
âEveryone retreat beyond fifty meters, wait for Bananâs team to return to the group, then weâll all engage with heavy weapons.â
âBombard it three times and see if itâs still electrified!â
Hearing the vice-captainâs clear command, the team felt a surge in morale.
The five led by Mercenary Banan carefully placed the timed bombs under the amber ball, then retreated with their teammates to a safe distance.
Around him, battle-hardened comrades hoisted rocket launchers loaded with armor-piercing bullets.
Several snipers already had their muzzles trained on the bombs.
âŠ
âMy legs are weak⊠can someone tell me how to operate this mecha?â
âWhereâs the control panel? Iâll even roll as long as I can roll far away.â
Young Master Harryâs plump body was trembling at this moment.
How could he not be scared?
This was nowhere near playing a PO Battle Net.
Someone actually intended to blow up Fat Brother here.
Suddenly, the fat manâs pupils contracted, in the holographic projection in front of himâŠ
A cloud of white smoke rose.
A row of RPGs simultaneously roared at him.
âMoâtherââ
A resounding shout of rage erupted from the fat manâs chest.
Boom!
All the rockets simultaneously hit that amber-colored mecha.
The bombs placed below were instantly detonated as well.
Fierce flames erupted in a split second.
A hint of delight had just appeared on the vice-captainâs face when it froze instantly.
Because those rising flames hadnât had the chance to spread, and they suddenly vanished without a trace.
Everyone looked over, utterly baffled.
Banan: ??
Mercenary A: ??
Mercenary B: ??
Even the vice-captain wanted someone to explain: What the hell is going on here?
âŠ
[Furyâs current attack charge completed 1%, still below the minimum counterattack threshold of 3%.]
After shouting âMother,â the fat man opened his eyes confusedly.
Heâs not dead?
Wasnât there an explosion? How did it suddenly disappear?
Wasnât that voice just a hallucination?
His gaze swept over the front, and suddenly he noticed a floating progress bar in the field of vision to his left, with the number 1% displayed very clearly.
What is this thing?
Curious, the fat man reached out and tapped the vivid progress bar, which had a very clear light-shadow button on it, quite like the kind one slams on in a casino slot machine.
Huh?
It felt tactile, huh.
Immediately, a carefree smile displayed on his face.
[Counterattack energy reserve at 1%, insufficient for activation requirements, please try again later.]
A clear voice echoed in this space.
What on earth is this counterattack energy?
The humble and inquisitive fat man sank into deep thought.
People should always remember to learn, no matter when.
âŠ
âIneffective?â
âAgain, I refuse to believe this.â
The vice-captainâs face flashed with ferocity, and he rushed to the side of the war vehicle. The 23mm caliber double-barreled high-altitude gun instantly leveled, the muzzle aimed at that metal sphere.
At a hundred-meter distance, this high-altitude gun could hit a fixed target, even being able to penetrate concrete over a meter thick.
âEveryone, load RPGs, half with armor-piercing bullets and half high-explosive bombs!â
âYes!â
A resounding agreement followed.
The vice-captainâs face was mad as he squeezed the trigger.
Rat-tat-tat-tat!
The madness of the machine gunâs roar echoed through the jungle.
This sound traveled far, even attracting a flock of Black Crows several kilometers away in the sky.
These Black Crows, each thirty meters in length, their red eyes flashed fiercely, looking in the direction of the sound, their wings fluttering, covering the sky as they rushed forth!
But the people engaged in relentless bombardment in the woods couldnât hear any of this.
The frenzied shells rained down on the metal ball.
Even as the heads of the armor-piercing bullets started to deform, they only slightly dented the point of impact.
Meanwhile, the searing blaze from the high-explosive bombs engulfed the metal ball.
âFire!â
âDonât stop!â
The vice-captain was shouting.
Inside the amber-colored metal ball, the fat man was also watching the progress bar that was beginning to rise in sync.
â1.1%âŠ1.7%âŠ2.6%âŠâ
The sound of shaking outside was substantial, yet the vibrations felt very minimal.
The fat man murmured to himself: âKeep going⊠donât stop.â
However, the intensely focused Young Master Harry didnât realize that in just these few short seconds, the metal sphere under his feet appeared to have grown in size.
If carefully measured, its diameter had increased by roughly two meters.
Previously, its diameter was 5 meters, now it was 7 meters.
âStop!â
The vice-captain suddenly ordered.
All the fire ceased.
The people puzzledly looked at the larger metal ball.
âHow did it get bigger?â