Flexible as a Fly

Just when everyone thought that the ejection system of George's Shield had malfunctioned, causing Augustus's escape show to fail, George Augustus had already nimbly kicked through the solidified bubbling gel and crawled out of the escape pod.

The impact of the bombardment on [Phantom Pain] at a speed exceeding 120 km/h clearly caused him considerable damage. From the perspective of the cockpit, one could clearly see the metal fragments that pierced his body before the foaming gel filled the chamber after the impact.

Even with his body bleeding profusely, he effortlessly found the emergency valve for [Phantom Pain]. As the terrified driver frantically tried to disengage the master-slave control Operating System from his body, George Augustus snapped his neck without a word.

"Tsk..."

Augustus pressed his wound, letting out a painful groan, but instead of crawling into the mech as before, he reached into a hidden compartment beneath the cockpit and retrieved a small box. He then slid down from the [Phantom Pain] mech, taking out a ball of Preservative Film containing the Gambling Ghost from his wrecked escape pod, while simultaneously using the drone remote to focus the microphone on himself. Only then did he arrive at:

When will my machine be delivered?

[What machine?]

Who delivered it?

Did I miss it?

The live Live Broadcast Room was flooded with comments, but soon, a colorful VIP comment appeared at the top.

[The missile launcher is ready. Please set the launch coordinates. It is expected to arrive within three minutes.]

[Damn, is Konstantin Company getting involved?]

[Boss, you're being foolish! Saying that will definitely get us intercepted!]

[Yeah, yeah, Ziguang must have already prepared to intercept the missiles! This Phantom Pain should still be operational, so why not just steal it?]

[Stop kidding, where did the streamer get the Phantom Pain mecha identification code?]

[You're all being superficial. Anyway, Constantine's family is big and powerful, they don't need those few mechs, and they're not even providing any personnel. The streamer is the one who makes the most money, and even if it fails, they've still earned their advertising fees for nothing...]

[Damn, what you said makes so much sense...]

"Let's use this building as the coordinates. If it's just two [Phantom Pain] units, they should be able to hold out for three minutes."

Augustus have time to answer the viewers' comments. Watching them ask and answer each other, he turned around and crawled into a pile of ruins. He casually pulled out the metal parts stuck in his ribs, opened the first aid kit he had taken from the cockpit of the Phantom Pain earlier, and used a medical stapler to fasten the wound together.

The medical footage, which looked chilling, flowed so smoothly it resembled animation CG, making one wonder if George Augustus had completely lost the ability to feel pain.

Feeling the [tough guy] Tag gaining a lot of [knowledge], Mr. George grinned and revealed an ugly smile, ignoring the comments that said he was overestimating himself. He climbed up the broken wall and pressed himself against the corner where the ceiling and wall met. In short, it was a cicada-style wall slam with his face facing outward.

[Hilarious, there's no way you can avoid infrared scanning like that!]

[And this was a live stream; the people at Tsinghua Unigroup already knew about you.]

[Not just Tsinghua Unigroup, judging from the city's surveillance footage, people from several other companies are also starting to head that way.]

[Damn, aren't you afraid the streamer will shut down the broadcast?]

Seeing the barrage of comments flashing before his eyes, Augustus had no intention of turning off the live stream. On the contrary, he wanted to lure the two Phantom Pain over.

The Gambling Ghost, the target, was currently in his hands, completely unprotected and tied up with two strips of cloth. Without the protection of a mech, this group would absolutely not dare to attack with high-powered artillery.

The saying "to throw a stone at a rat for fear of breaking the vase" illustrates this point.

As for the possibility of someone being a complete idiot and opening fire...

Let's learn about Open Mouth, Close Eyes!

However, it turned out that there were no fools among the soldiers who were paid to fight. The two Phantom Pain mechs quickly stopped near the ruins. Although logically they should have waited for their comrades to arrive, considering how ruthless the pilot inside was, the two pilots decided to take care of him before the mechs were delivered.

With this in mind, the two machines reached out and pressed on the emergency valve, entering the ruins in a gesture that looked like a salute.

[Oh no, the streamer's can-opening skills have been blocked!]

Is it really necessary to defend against this in normal combat?

Why don't you ask the people who had their bottles opened before if it was necessary?

[Those two were the ones that were hit first. Normally, avoiding opening the can is like swatting a mosquito. Even if you can't swat it, you can at least drive it away, right?]

As viewers called out George's positions in the live chat, he slowly adjusted his breathing and put his hands into his bulging pockets.

George was in a very disheveled state, but no one doubted whether he could still pull off any amazing feats.

Inside the Live Broadcast Room, in an effort to boost viewership (and fan the flames), the platform deliberately placed a countdown timer in the upper left corner of the main screen. As the 180 seconds passed, a third of the time was up, and the two Phantom Pain finally reached a position where human-shaped outlines could be seen on the infrared radar.

"There are still two minutes left, how can we stall for time?"

This question simultaneously surfaced in everyone's minds. Whether it was the commentator or the audience, everyone was pondering this question. Even the two pilots of the Phantom Pain were thinking about how this man could escape in this situation.

"Damn it, I should have brought two Capture Net Bomb!" one of the drivers muttered, but took the first step, while his teammate kept about five meters away, which ensured that he could provide cover at any time and also prevented the two of them from stepping into the trap together.

"What can you possibly fit in a pair of suit pants? At most, a hand grenade or some foaming gel. I've even activated the anti-jamming system. I'm not afraid of you throwing Graphite Bomb!" The pilot in front encouraged himself while controlling the machine. Ten seconds passed, and he and Augustus only a wall apart. He had no intention of walking over. Instead, he swung his fist and punched the wall, which only reached his waist.

Only...

"Wave!"

A very strange sound suddenly rang out, and amidst the shattered building debris, a colorful sphere about two meters in diameter was also captured by the camera.

This is...

"Buffer Ball? Why would this guy wear something like that?" The driver's face darkened. Clearly, the impact of the punch that shattered the wall had all landed on this ball!

The colored ball didn't fly far in the air before it popped open with a crack, but it had already served its purpose of cushioning the force of the punch. As George Augustus hooked his arm onto the wall and nimbly flipped over, the distance between the man and the mecha increased by several meters again.

Although in theory, even an outdated third-generation mech could easily traverse a distance of five meters with just a light touch of its toes, the nine-meter-tall mech encountered significant obstacles in this semi-ruined building.

The metal behemoth swung its arm, forcefully breaking off a floor slab. Under the calibration of the Fire Control System, it hurled it at the nimble, fly-like creature. But immediately afterward, a rapidly inflating Buffer Ball reappeared between Augustus and the floor slab...

[Oh, another Buffer Ball... wait, is the streamer singing? Sound collector, sound collector!]