How They Make Those Ridiculous Dramas

"I am destiny that fell on your chin"

"I'll give you a slap in the face, you can slap yourself."

"I am a fly, a base elegance."

"Collecting the remnants of the world's dark side"

A strange and melodious tune came from George Augustus's mouth. Despite being a tough guy and constantly evading the pursuit of enemies five times his height, he remained incredibly calm.

He was as nimble as a bird in the rainforest, as a fly in summer. The two Phantom Pain, without using area-of-effect weapons, were unable to subdue him for a while.

"Oh, that was incredibly close! I never imagined anyone could hold their own against 6th Generation Mecha for so long! What kind of trials did Mr. Augustus undergo to acquire such formidable skills? Oh, twenty seconds left, nineteen, eighteen... I hope the Konstantin Company's missiles really do arrive on schedule!"

The commentator's chatter emanated from the equipment. As more and more [knowledge] gathered, no new Trait appeared. Feng Xue was not impatient. He calmly controlled his speed to ensure that, apart from his amazing endurance, his other efforts remained within the range that humans could achieve.

As for endurance...

People's physical condition is different, and this is just a burst of energy for three minutes. Compared to a marathon, it doesn't seem so exaggerated.

As expected, humans have a very vague sense of the limits of the human body. They will be shocked by actions with exaggerated visual expressiveness, even if those actions are within the realm of human capability.

Conversely, if superhuman abilities are hidden in the details, people will overlook the abnormal aspects and think that it is something that humans can do.

For example, in the world before he transmigrated, there were still bizarre theories that people believed they could kill a tiger single-handedly by sacrificing an arm (old readers should remember this).

However, this restraint finally came to an end. As the countdown reached its final seconds, a streak of light appeared in the sky above the city, unfolded a three-layered parachute, and slowly descended.

"They're here, but it's too obvious! Sure enough, the two Phantom Pain abandoned their pursuit of Mr. George, and all their ammunition bays are open. I bet they're thinking, 'If we can't shoot you with cannons, why don't we shoot your machine?' Hahaha, with the Phantom Pain's fire control, locking onto a target like this won't even take two seconds. Oh, the rockets are already ignited... Damn it, George jumped! What's he going to do?!"

As the commentator exclaimed in surprise, George Augustus suddenly leaped from the floorboards where he was hiding, landing precisely on Phantom Pain, who was only seven or eight meters away and whose rocket bay had already been opened.

The weapon, with its stabilizer wings already deployed and ready to be fired at any moment, was already ignited, but George frantically waved his hands in mid-air for less than a second.

Suddenly, a large amount of foam burst open, and jets of rockets shot towards the slowly descending parachute.

"Oh, what happened? Where's Mr. George?" Yelo stared in disbelief, switching between the split screens, searching for traces of George Augustus, while Victor had directly slowed down the scene, pulled the main screen aside and said:

"On a rocket! This madman created a heat-insulating layer with foamed gel when the rocket left the barrel, and then hung himself on a rocket! Although it was just a short-range rocket with a firing rate of only 300m/s, is that really something a person could cling to and fly on?"

"Damn, it's really stuck on the rocket, about to crash!"

In just over two seconds, the rocket had reached the parachute, and George, who was hanging on the rocket, had his face blurred by the strong wind.

However, in a state where an ordinary person would have already gone into shock, he suddenly moved.

A large amount of pale blue foam-like substance suddenly sprayed out from where George was hanging. This foam, which can quickly generate a large amount of foam and then solidify instantly to fix the passengers inside the vehicle and reduce the impact damage, expanded rapidly in the non-enclosed environment, forming a loose, porous, yet extremely cold soft wall. It not only offset the rocket's impact with a flexible collision, but also caused the simple propulsion system to shut down directly.

Immediately afterwards, Mr. George's body was suddenly ejected from the missile. It wasn't a catapult like the one used to pry open Newton's Coffin board —that was the very tool he had used before.

"More foaming gel and Buffer Ball! Oh my god, Mr. George seems to really love using this stuff; several cosmetic companies seem to owe him a huge endorsement fee! Speaking of which, can the expansion force of Buffer Ball really bounce a person up at near-sonic speeds?"

Yelo roared incredulously, his voice cracking with rage. Victor, clearly devoid of any thought, spoke slowly, using words that contradicted his military career yet fit the game's design:

"If this were on a battlefield, I can only say that no fool would dare to do such a thing, but in the game, there are indeed high-level operations involving using Buffer Ball missiles. As for whether it can bounce someone off a missile, I think we could have a few professional players try it out. But putting aside the theoretical values, the fact that he could activate this thing at the most appropriate distance when there is no protection is simply outrageous!"

Regardless of how absurd the people below thought it was, Feng Xue had indeed successfully arrived on the missile. He didn't even wait for the aircraft to fall from hundreds of meters above the ground before reaching out and pulling the lever.

A hatch suddenly opened, and George Augustus slipped inside.

"Can a missile delivery vehicle be drilled like this?"

Yelo looked at the scene with some confusion, and Victor shook his head as well:

"Theoretically, it's possible, since sometimes the maintenance crew needs to go straight into operation. But the problem is, in this shaking state, it could happen at any moment...!"

As Victor's tone suddenly changed, dozens more rockets arrived at the delivery station.

This time, however, they didn't aim at the delivery unit Main Body, but rather at the parachute on top.

Almost instantly, the three-layered parachute was torn to shreds, and the flames and explosions transformed into the delivery unit's new canopy.

The fact that the enormous mechanical object fell from the sky and hadn't hit the ground for just two seconds was enough to make one understand the impact that could have occurred at the moment of impact.

"We're doomed. If he falls like that, unless he can restart the shock absorption system within those two seconds, otherwise..."

Victor shook his head in an almost definitive tone, while Yelo, who had been consistently pessimistic, patted him on the shoulder this time, gesturing for him to look at the screen.

As the two stared in disbelief, the four nozzles beneath the delivery unit suddenly ignited.

The rapid descent suddenly halted less than twenty meters from the ground. Then, the entire delivery unit shattered like cherry blossoms falling, and the giant, who was over ten meters tall, landed steadily from twenty meters in the air.

I'm not feeling well, so this is the only chapter I'll write tonight. Sorry.