Fragile Gamblers (Big Chapter Seeking Monthly Ticket)

"Rescued?"

Standing beneath a large garden umbrella, the tall Old Man reached out and touched the raindrops outside.

"Yes."

The middle-aged officer nodded lightly, his voice filled with disbelief.

"To be precise, it was the mayor who saved First Mecha Squad.

"He first dealt with Lieka's Mecha himself, then discovered the disguised High-Energy Guided Missiles before the Mecha Squad did and warned them, allowing them to adjust their cannons. Without that warning, First Mecha Squad would likely have been wiped out."

"Then they intercepted the Guided Missiles?"

The Old Man withdrew his hand and looked at the middle-aged officer beside him, asking hoarsely.

"According to the Mecha Squad's report, there were some complications. Those Guided Missiles seemed faster than their normal specifications, so at longer range, the Seraph Mechs' automatic aiming assistance couldn't keep up with them. In theory, even if they had spotted the missiles in advance, there would still have been casualties."

At this point, the middle-aged officer paused. "But at that moment, the mayor himself was safe. As long as he used the Mecha Squad as a shield, he could have escaped safely."

"But he didn't do that?"

The Old Man raised his head, his gaze passing through the night and toward the dark city in the distance.

"That's right."

The middle-aged officer's voice rose slightly. "He personally piloted a Floating Fighter as bait, using several high-mobility maneuvers to change the missiles' course and create a suitable opportunity for the Mecha Squad to attack. He also determined the targeting data himself, allowing the Mecha Squad to make predictive attacks. In the end, they intercepted those missiles at the very last moment."

"That sounds like something he would do."

The Old Man nodded slightly, then seemed to realize something and asked with some confusion, "You said he piloted