Mob Beating

Mob Beating Yang Bo had lost control of himself just now. He admitted that he had acted impulsively.

He had already been anxious, and then Red Hair wanted to massacre the hostages on a large scale. The authorities might very well lose their temper. If some country on Earth launched a counterterrorism assault and stormed the place without caring about the hostages, wouldn't he be screwed?

Seeing Red Hair's arrogant expression reminded him of how he and a group of others had once faced a property developer. The developer had been dressed in a suit and surrounded by a whole pack of lackeys.

He had shouted at Yang Bo and the other pitiful people, "Come hit me, then! Let's see if my lawyers don't send every last one of you to prison."

"You bought unfinished buildings yourselves. Blame your own bad luck."

"Stop coming here one by one to make trouble, or I'll sue you for disrupting company operations..."

Someone had acted impulsively, then gone to prison... Rich people got their way everywhere. Yang Bo had suppressed himself for an entire lifetime in his previous life, only to be reborn and disgusted all over again by this government's hypocritical act.

On one hand, they claimed to care for residents; on the other, they restricted all sorts of resident behavior. Never mind consumption. People could understand that some high-end shopping malls and taxis were off-limits to those receiving free benefits, or taxpayers would be up in arms. But what about everything else? This recommendation, that recommendation?

And there were the Gene Serum experiments Liu Zhijie had mentioned. Yang Bo knew they were most likely real as well. Were the residents political tools? Experimental animals? Idiots?

And Red Hair had actually called the residents Lowly People, as if all Lowly People deserved to die. Fuck, I'm one of those Lowly People!

Combined with Red Hair's disgusting, arrogant attitude—and the possibility that he had come specifically for Yang Bo—this was too good an opportunity to pass up.

Then his head heated up. Yang Bo happened to be standing guard behind Red Hair. He raised his Laser Gun and pulled the trigger.

Battleship Piloting +16! A stream of information passed through Yang Bo's mind.

The facts proved that no matter how powerful a Gene Evolver was, when a Laser Gun was aimed at their neck, they still died in an instant. Yang Bo himself was a little stunned. Releasing the Blade Mecha had been an act of desperation. He had to pay for the consequences of his impulsiveness.

But to his surprise, the moment he released it, he was inside the Mecha Cockpit, staring at the familiar control console.

The next second, the mecha's warning alarm jolted Yang Bo awake. A Laser Gun had hit the mecha and damaged it.

The next second, the Rocket Pack activated, and the five-meter Plasma Blade shone with blue light.

Boom! Everyone in the stands, no matter who they were, was dumbfounded.

Just moments ago, they had been facing threats from Red Hair's knights, targeted by mecha weapons. No one knew who would be taken out by a mecha weapon the next second.

As had been said before, aside from Gene Evolvers with certain special abilities, ordinary individuals were nothing in the face of high-tech weapons. They were blown apart in droves.

Then, in the next instant, that arrogant, brutal bastard who had staged a trial in the middle of the stage and beheaded quite a few major company shareholders was killed by one of his own people.

Then the killer conjured an antique Blade Mecha out of thin air. The Black Armor Knights opened fire one after another, while the Blade Mecha's Rocket Pack activated and sent it charging forward.

Quite a few people felt their scalps go numb. What would happen when a group of people was hit by a 108-ton monster moving at five times the speed of sound? Not to mention the five-meter Plasma Blade glowing blue.

Those people shattered like eggs. Even the armored suits used by Gene Evolvers were useless.

It was not only those Black Armor Knights who shattered like eggs. Even the twenty mechas blocking the entrance to the basement beneath the stage were knocked away like bowling pins.

Since the concert was being held by celebrities, there was only one entrance and exit beneath the stage, meant to keep unrelated people from sneaking in and harassing the stars.

The twenty mecha pilots had realized something was wrong when they heard the cries of alarm, but before they could even turn their weapons around, a 108-ton monster slammed into them at several times the speed of sound.

The twelve-meter-tall Blue Mecha was the unluckiest. Yang Bo's five-meter Plasma Greatsword pierced straight through its cockpit.

Battleship Repair +8!

Battleship Repair +8!

Battleship Repair +16!

Battleship Piloting +16!

Inside the Mecha Cockpit, Yang Bo had no time to care about the Dense Crowd of information streams. He truly had not intended to smash the Black Armor Knights to pieces. His target had been these mechas, especially this large Blue Mecha, because it had not only a High-Frequency Laser Cannon and a High-Energy Particle Gun on its shoulders, but also an Energy Shield around its body.

Moreover, Yang Bo had the feeling that this Blade Mecha was like his own body. The sensation was strange, as if the mecha were simply a piece of clothing he wore.

Yang Bo was also very familiar with the Blade Mecha. After all, he had used it to chop birds before. The mecha's right hand swung its long blade, casually slashing the left thigh of a Silver Mecha. The Silver Mecha, which had been about to rise, suddenly lost its balance and could not get back up.

"Hmph. Damn it, I may not know the weaknesses of your mechas, but wherever the internal wiring is densest has to be a weak point." When Yang Bo had wandered around the exhibition hall, he had used sound waves to inspect the mechas. He did not understand them, but wherever the wiring was densest had to be the most important area.

What Yang Bo did not know was that this was being broadcast live across the entire Alliance. The High-level officials all knew about the lunatics of Red Earl. They had yet to reach a conclusion. The lords of the Upper House, Senate, and House of Representatives were arguing until their faces were red and their necks thick over what action to take. At this moment, the military did not dare offer any suggestions at all.

Because if Red Earl went on a killing spree inside, whoever made the recommendation would take the Black Pot. The reason the parliament was arguing was also because no one wanted to take responsibility.

Whether they launched a rescue or not, parliament would inevitably be cursed this time. The Ruling Party was even more furious. With the opposition's nature, always making trouble out of nothing, wouldn't they go rabid like Mad Dogs this time?

Why did the Ruling Party know the opposition would do this? Because when the Ruling Party had been the opposition, they had done the exact same thing.

But then the situation suddenly reversed. That murderous devil was shot in the head by one of his own people, and the seemingly low-grade Blade Mecha instantly crippled the strongest mecha at the scene.

That was right. According to the Security Department's assessment, the Blue Mecha was the strongest and the newest generation of mecha.

Yes, mechas had powerful defenses, but a 108-ton monster moving at five times the speed of sound and wielding a Plasma Blade could probably breach even the defenses of some small battleships. The blue glow on the Plasma Blade was an energy edge capable of breaking through energy defenses.

"That is definitely an Ace Mecha Pilot!" Seeing this scene, someone among the parliamentary lords immediately shouted excitedly.

"Definitely! Look at his second strike. He absolutely understands mechas inside out. Anbang Company's Silver series mechas have sixty-eight percent of their system hubs integrated into that leg." Someone else saw Yang Bo's second strike and cried out in alarm.

"Quiet! Quiet! Stop shouting!" the meeting chair shouted loudly. Some council members, however, had ugly expressions, because they were shareholders of Anbang Mecha Company.

"Damn it, the weakness of our Silver series mechas has been exposed."

"We need a redesign." Anbang Mecha Company's High-level officials were also following the situation at their company. Seeing the weakness of their company's mechas exposed, they cursed furiously, then hurriedly summoned every department to redesign the mechas' internal structure.

Then, the next second, the High-level officials of Anbang Mecha Company cheered again. "Ping An Company's mecha weakness is actually there?"

Yang Bo made his third move, slashing a Gold and Silver Interspersed Mecha across its right shoulder. The mecha immediately collapsed to the ground and began convulsing as if it were having an epileptic seizure.

"Quick, record it!" Many mecha companies shouted. Every mecha had its own weaknesses, and those were company secrets.

"Haha, those idiots from Red Earl didn't even equip their mechas with close-combat weapons!" The next second, many people began cheering.