Compensation Plan

Compensation Plan. Damn it! Yang Bo was completely dumbfounded!

Dumbfounded! The people at Base 16 were dumbfounded too. They watched helplessly as Yang Bo's mecha and several Mutants were struck by the Orbital Laser Cannon. One of them fled into a cave, while the other three were blasted to pieces on the spot.

"Bastards! Bastards!" Inside the cave, Blood Bat cursed loudly as he vomited blood. As one of the Five Great Guardians under the general's command, he had actually been set up.

Blood Bat now looked like a middle-aged blond white man, while the armor covering him wriggled continuously as if it were alive.

There must be a traitor! Blood Bat kept vomiting blood as his mind raced. Combining the three incidents in a row, he arrived at one answer: there was an insider.

Mecha Piloting +16!

Mecha Piloting +16!

Mecha Piloting +16!

Three consecutive notifications appeared, along with notifications for Sonic Control.

Three of them died. What was that flash just now? Yang Bo muttered to himself.

Those guys appeared out of nowhere. What kind of ability was that?

Were those four guys coming after me? Yang Bo was utterly dumbfounded. He had only wanted to treat some little animals properly, but... who the hell told them to hide in the grass? And who told them to mess with a fisherman's nest? The screen went black, but once the email arrived, Yang Bo opened it.

"Dear player, we are deeply sorry. Your mecha was damaged by the base's remote defense system. You will now receive a new mecha free of charge. In addition, for discovering an enemy target, you will be awarded 500,000 Gold Coins." That was all the official email said.

Below it was an Accept button. There was no appeal option, much less any complaint option.

Yang Bo sneered inwardly. Damn it, I need to change locations. I can't stay at Base 16 anymore. Those Stealth guys must have been watching me ever since I left the base.

He directly called customer service!

"Sir, how may I help you?" The customer service voice sounded somewhat mechanical.

"I want to change bases. Base 16 blew up my mecha again, causing severe harm to my body, mind, and spirit." Yang Bo stated his demand outright.

"Sorry, sir. The game has not yet enabled base transfer services."

"What the hell is their base even for? Every time, they have to blow up my mecha! This game is completely anti-human! I'm taking you to court. This is contempt for human rights and trampling on the law!" Yang Bo was determined to switch bases.

At that moment, a video of Yang Bo getting blown up had appeared on the forums. It was actually because Yang Bo had thrown the Shockwave Bomb for the first time, drawing other people's attention. The other mecha pilots had thought someone was fighting polluted creatures, but when they arrived, they saw four Mutants besieging Yang Bo. Then Yang Bo's mecha was blown up, and one of the four Mutants burrowed into a cave.

No one who saw that scene dared to pursue him. Someone who had been hit by the base's defensive weapons and still had not died... that was...

"Holy crap, isn't that Bird-Slaying Bro?"

"What kind of trash game is this? He wasn't killed by enemies—he was killed by his own side."

"Bird-Slaying Bro? What's that supposed to mean?"

"This is the second time Bird-Slaying Bro has been blown up by the base. What the hell is wrong with this trash game? Damn it, I'm going outside to report it."

"Exactly. Who could put up with this? Getting their mecha blown up at the drop of a hat causes serious mental trauma."

"What mental trauma? These people are just lunatics. They kill little animals for no reason. That guy went out to kill bats again today."

"Use your brain, idiot upstairs. He casually cut and burned some grass, and that exposed an Infiltrator?"

"Shouldn't he get compensation for emotional distress? No one could stand this."

"From a lawyer's perspective, he should be compensated. The player has already paid the fee, so a contract has been formed."

"Do you think it's possible that this Bird-Slaying Bro is actually an expert?"

The forums were filled with discussion about Yang Bo being blown up twice by the base's defense system.

The high-level officials at the base were speechless as well. The first time, their own base had blown him up, and they had accepted responsibility. But the second time, it had been the orbital defense system. The authority was not on their side at all.

As for changing bases, that was very troublesome. It involved data channels, which were highly confidential and used New Technology. Moreover, those secure channels were not under the base's authority.

"We recommend that the player change IP addresses and re-enter the game," customer service could only answer.

Yang Bo immediately asked, "Can my game data be transferred over?"

"The player can convert game currency into Credit Points," customer service continued.

Yang Bo knew this was remotely controlled, but he was still speechless. They were like dead pigs that did not fear boiling water.

"Then compensate me with three hundred Shockwave Bombs and three hundred Micro Hydrogen Bombs." That was Yang Bo's true objective.

"Shockwave Bombs are acceptable. Micro Hydrogen Bombs can be limited to one hundred at most." Customer service only answered after waiting thirty seconds.

"So six hundred bombs in total?" Yang Bo took a vicious bite. Since he could not change bases, he had to get some supplies.

At worst, he would just be more careful in the future. If it really did not work out, couldn't he just stop playing the game?

Besides, Yang Bo had a crazy idea. It seemed that the space-based weapons reacted very sensitively on the planet where he controlled his mecha. So if those Mutants were watching him, wasn't that an opportunity? As long as he attacked the Mutants first, then sat back and waited for himself to be blown up again, wouldn't his abilities come pouring in?

"Accepted."

"Deal." Yang Bo quickly agreed. What emotional damages? What nonsense. He did not have the fragile nerves of the people in this world. So what if the screen went black? It was no big deal.

Looking at his brand-new mecha, along with the five hundred Shockwave Bombs and one hundred Micro Hydrogen Bombs in his warehouse, Yang Bo had to admit that he had made an outrageous demand. Based on their sale price, the bombs were worth more than ten million Gold Coins.

However, Yang Bo had also guessed that the base's authority was unlikely to allow it to give him Gold Coins, since Gold Coins could be exchanged for Credit Points. Supplies were different. Yang Bo's expected compensation had been fifty Impact Bombs and ten Micro Hydrogen Bombs.

The shockwave from a hydrogen bomb carried a brief Energy Shock. Within a certain range, it could disrupt the various systems of an enemy mecha, even a Mutant's Biological Mecha.

That was why mechas did not rely entirely on Intelligent Systems. Once they were disrupted, they would be completely screwed.

He happily logged out of the game, then checked his skills. The biggest change was Sonic Control: Master (14350/100000).

Mecha Piloting: Intermediate (56/100).

Lying in the bathtub, Yang Bo carefully considered Sonic Control. It was vastly different from the earlier Sonar Positioning.

He let out a whistle...

"Tsk, tsk." In an instant, Yang Bo seemed to have gained a god's-eye view. Everything within three hundred meters of the small building where he lived was fully covered. It was also far more advanced than the earlier line-based view—it was exactly like seeing whatever was there with his own eyes. There were exceptions, though. Electrical wires and cables seemed to have shielding equipment, making them blurry.

In the building next door, more than one young woman was taking a bath...

Yang Bo's heart stirred. He turned to look at the cup on the washstand, then snapped his fingers. (A certain author's suggestion, thank you.) Crack! The ceramic cup instantly split apart, turning into countless fragments.