That mecha had actually looked at him?
"Activate."
White Hair answered without hesitation.
It wasn't like saying a word would cost him a piece of flesh.
The moment he finished speaking, the mecha's chest abruptly sprang open.
Like an Ancient Knight bowing in wait!
"No way..."
White Hair muttered, then charged over faster than a dog jumping a wall.
With a thud, the cockpit door sealed shut, and lights came on all around him.
White Hair quickly swept his gaze over the surroundings.
"A semi-synchronized cockpit, the control panel arranged in four directions... There's an auxiliary fire-control system. Is this a shooting-type mecha?"
The controls on this mecha were not labeled in the Federation's common language like standard mechas, so he would need more time to familiarize himself with the control panel.
But that did not prevent him from controlling it through bodily synchronization.
As long as he himself could still shoot, that was enough!
At once, he stopped hesitating and strode inside.
"Mecha Lightning activated..." The system's voice sounded by his ear.
"Lightning? What a tacky name..."
As he muttered, the neural cords had already pierced into his body.
A prickling sensation spread across his entire body. White Hair gave a muffled groan, and his vision went black...
This feeling of being whipped all over was damn good.
Boom!
Boom!
Dozens of Rocket Shells crashed down at the mecha's feet all at once.
Earth flew dozens of meters into the air. Amid flames and smoke, the barrage showed no sign of stopping.
Jiwaers, leader of the Storm Mercenary Group, watched coldly, a faint sneer curling across his lips.
This was only the first step: use the shockwaves from the rocket shell explosions to restrain the target and delay the mecha's activation.
Then use three Rain Beast Mecha to