Blow Up His Mecha

"How should I put it? You could call them Gene Evolvers, but these people were somewhat obsessive in their pursuit of becoming Gene Evolvers. The Gene Evolution we use now has always kept humans at its core. Mutants, more accurately speaking, are failures of modern Gene Evolution—at least, that is the mainstream view."

"However, judging by certain information, the mainstream is right. Because Mutants use genes from some contaminated creatures, their personalities and other traits are closer to beasts than humans. What you heard was probably from gamers. One game does have this idea of Mutants. There are still Mutants in the real world, but very, very few. Once a Mutant is discovered, they are destroyed immediately," Liu Zhijie said. Yang Bo was now a company employee, so it was necessary to tell him some things.

"Oh, thank you, Boss. I'll head back first."

"Go on. Quite a few big shots are coming this time. When serving big shots, no one likes to bring people with chips," Liu Zhijie said.

Yang Bo was curious about what this Virtual Training would be like, and he happily headed back.

Only then did he discover that it was simply training in service standards, along with understandable employee rules. For example, he could not look directly into the clients' eyes, could not reveal their whereabouts, could not approach them for autographs, and did not need to speak either.

They also covered what to do in emergencies, what to shout, and what measures to take.

For example, if someone tried to force their way into the security area he was responsible for, he was to loudly warn them, "Sir, this is a restricted area. Please leave."

If the other party did not stop, he was to shout a second warning immediately and press the alarm he carried with him. Then that was it.

All that remained was to watch the intruder get violently beaten up by high-level special security personnel before being taken away.

Two warnings were enough. There was no need to step forward or make any moves, because people like Yang Bo had no law enforcement authority. Taking action would bring trouble to the company. As for encountering someone with a weapon, he was to run first and worry about everything else later. In the face of unavoidable danger, fleeing to protect himself was the top priority.

As for serving big shots, such as cleaning the places where they stayed, he was not to look directly at anyone. He just had to lower his head and do his work. Even if others started fighting or something, he was not to interfere, because that was outside the company's service scope.

And that was all. Yang Bo was somewhat disappointed. He had thought this training would teach him how to become a qualified security guard, preferably with some violence-oriented training. Instead, this was it.

Yang Bo trained through the procedures for an hour and memorized them all, but there was no assessment.

Since the Virtual Helmet belonged to the company, Yang Bo guessed Liu Zhijie could see whether he had completed the assessment or not. What was wrong with slacking off openly?

Yang Bo found a paid combat training program online. He chose a paid one because payment meant a contract had been established, greatly reducing the risk of privacy leaks. As Liu Zhijie had said, large software companies would not sell their own leverage over a few insignificant people.

Of course, when Yang Bo played Mecha Game or used this combat training program, he used his own virtual image projector and auxiliary equipment, not the Virtual Helmet issued by the company. That helmet only had two training programs and nothing else; it was apparently for internal company use.

Every internet company claimed that privacy was important and deserved respect, but only large companies would not casually cross that line, because the risks were too great.

As for small companies, the worst that could happen was bankruptcy. What could you do about it? Yang Bo started with an evasion exercise. The difficulty adjusted automatically. In a room, balls flew at him from every possible angle. The evasion training began.

Right from the start, Yang Bo found it strange. In his eyes, the balls seemed incredibly slow. He easily dodged them—one, two, three, four, five. Yang Bo came to a realization. This was the ability of Dynamic Vision.

The training intensity increased once every minute. Ten minutes later, balls filled his vision, and their speeds were no longer uniform.

If the balls moved at the same speed, he could easily calculate their distances. But some accelerated while others decelerated, making things very difficult for Yang Bo. His brain began working at high speed as well.

Eighteen minutes! Yang Bo was struck in a vital spot, and the first training session ended.

Yang Bo wiped away his sweat. Since coming to this world, it was the first time he had sweated so much.

After recharging, he felt refreshed and continued training. This time, it was attack training.

It was the same room, with a dummy that could dodge. It started out slow, but grew faster later on.

Yang Bo chose fists. In this high-tech world, if he dared to brandish a weapon, the Drone Police would gun him down in under thirty seconds. No matter how good his reason was, no matter how blameless he was, once he held something that the Drone Police judged to be a dangerous action, they would shoot first and talk later.

The third section was a fight against a dummy. The dummy was very fast. At first, Yang Bo only defended, then gradually began to counterattack. After that, there were two dummies.

According to the software developer, combat training had no moves or set routines. It trained instinctive reactions.

Yang Bo did not know whether training this would be useful in such a technologically advanced society, but it was always good to be prepared.

As for entering Mecha Game, Yang Bo could only play for two hours a day because it cost too much.

"I can't go to the lake I visited yesterday. So where should I go next?" After dinner that afternoon, Yang Bo entered Mecha Game.

He had killed several people there just yesterday, so Yang Bo definitely would not go back today. After carefully reviewing the data provided by official customer service, he found a D-Class contaminated creature over five hundred kilometers away and decided to go take a look.

This D-Class contaminated creature was a huge rat living in a Rock Crevice near the mountains. Quite a few newcomers had tried to hunt it down, but unfortunately, no one knew what ability the rat possessed. It escaped every time, and the Rock Crevice was deep and narrow, too small for mechas to enter.

What Yang Bo did not know was that less than a hundred kilometers after leaving the base, he had already been spotted.

There were very few Blade Mechas in the base, and everyone else's mechas had been modified, equipped with more powerful Rocket Packs, stronger Laser Swords, and so on.

Yang Bo studied the map as he traveled. Going to see the D-Class contaminated rat was really just for a look. His main target was the bats in the nearby caves, where the data showed there were quite a lot.

Why farm powerful contaminated creatures when he could farm ordinary animals? Did repairing a mecha cost nothing?

"General, give the order." In the underground space, Tiger-Face General watched Yang Bo's mecha in the distance as his subordinates shouted one after another.

"Blood Bat, I'm leaving it to you. I want you to take your men and blow up that bastard's mecha. From now on, whenever that bastard comes out, blow up his mecha. As long as his mecha keeps getting destroyed, he'll go bankrupt. Once he goes bankrupt, we can use a court ruling to find that bastard in the real world. Then I'll eat him." Tiger-Face General was furious. A Blade Mecha had actually caused him such heavy losses.