Expert's Infallible Plan

I was all posed and ready, and you show me this?

Are you posing just to be a pretty target? You're really screwing me over by teaming up like this?

Left alone again, Fatty felt particularly unlucky today. In the last match, he was the only one left and lost. Is he going to repeat that this time? At this distance, he couldn't guarantee a hundred percent hit on the opponent's Long Arrow I-Type mech with his grenade launcher. Wait for them to get closer? He'd die faster, yeah.

The two Long Arrow I-Type mechs were also stunned after so cleanly blowing up the White Skeleton. They quickly checked their system logs again. That's right, it was "Egg Lord," the system had a kill notification.

So what's going on? Could it be that the two downed Raiders were just really bad players? That was the only explanation.

Letting out a sigh of relief, the pilots of the two Long Arrow mechs instantly felt the pressure lift. Without the monstrous First Generation Unit that had gotten a double kill according to the system notification just now, they could play however they wanted.

Fatty's Striker had skillfully drawn out its grenade launcher again. It was rare to see a melee mech played so remotely.

In his sight, the two mechs were gradually approaching the optimal point of impact. Fatty felt his palms sweating a little. Today was more exciting than the past half month combined. I'm the mainstay, I'm the mainstay. If you were standing next to Fatty, you could clearly hear him muttering this phrase repeatedly, almost like he was possessed.

Getting closer, getting closer. Huh? Why are these two guys heading towards that Raider? No, they're heading towards Mu Fan's First Generation Unit.

"Brother, we took down this First Generation Unit."

"Yeah, speaking of which, I've never seen a First Generation Unit on the PO Battle Network. Let's get closer and take a picture. Add me as a friend, you take the photo for me, and send it to me later."

"No problem."

The two Long Arrow mechs were originally heading towards Fatty's area, but now they were slowly walking towards Mu Fan's EH01 Type, having activated their active targeting radar to prevent the remaining Green Team, which was Fatty, from launching a surprise attack.

Poor Mu Fan had already been teleported out of the battlefield during the explosion and was now back in the VIP room, looking at the real-time projection screen in front of him, speechless.

"This Raider is too much in the way!"

"Yeah, this Raider that this First Generation Unit is stepping on is also too much in the way, it'll be inconvenient for a photo later."

"How about this, let's move this kneeling one."

"Okay."

So the two Long Arrows each extended a metal arm to lift the kneeling and defeated Raider, preparing to throw it aside.

Not far away, Fatty had already started optical aiming calibration, but in the lens's view, he saw the two mechs starting to move the Raider.

Fatty began to doubt if he was really a hidden expert, and started to doubt if the opponents he had encountered before were all shills. Those two mechs were actually going to move the Raider that had a Soldier Ant Anti-Material Mine pressed underneath it.

My god! They're really asking for it!

"Beep beep!"

"What is this? Holy crap, a mine, that's so damn insidious!"

BOOM A violent explosion of smoke rose up, and the two Long Arrows that were asking for it were violently blown away. Although they were long-range mechs, the mine's power was limited and didn't completely destroy the two mechs. The two mechs began to desperately adjust their direction in the air.

However, unfortunately, the direction the two mechs were blown in was towards Mu Fan's EH01.

Over ten tons of weight impacted the standing White Skeleton, knocking it down.

"Beep beep!"

BOOM! This time a red cloud rose up, clearly indicating the power cabin had been blown through.

Fatty didn't care about anything else, immediately stood up, raised his grenade launcher, and fired two shots in quick succession, covering them in explosions again.

The two Long Arrow I-Types were deader than dead.

"Lemon Balloon" achieved a double kill! The sound echoed throughout the arena.

The Striker Modified standing on the rock was stunned. The mines bought with Star Coins were too effective; he'd have to buy them for every battle from now on. Mu Fan, who was watching the real-time projection in the VIP room, was also speechless. This was simply a miracle, a divine technique!!

This is possible!! The same thought surfaced in both their minds.

Mighty... and powerful! Is this setting me up for success? Could it be that he saw I placed mines and deliberately used himself as bait? An expert indeed, truly formidable, an Infallible Plan.

Inside the cockpit, Young Master Harry's heart was filled with immense admiration for Mu Fan, looking up to him like a towering mountain.

Green Team wins!

System calculating points...

MVP of this battle: Lemon Balloon.

Points earned:

Subsequently, the arena disappeared, and the remaining Fatty was also teleported out of the battlefield, appearing in the VIP room.

"I actually won, my brother actually won so cleanly and decisively." Fatty was overjoyed as soon as he came out. The ups and downs of life were truly too exciting.

After reveling for a while, Fatty immediately turned to Mu Fan and asked, "Can you tell me how you got your First Generation Unit? I just checked, and this mech isn't available for normal system sale!"

Mu Fan spread his hands. "I really don't know. When I entered the battlefield, this was the only one available."

Fatty scratched his chin. "That shouldn't be right. Are there hidden mechs in this game? If there were, someone would have exposed it by now."

After thinking for a long time without figuring it out, seeing Mu Fan's evasive look, the little Fatty gave up. Then his interest was piqued again. "How did you blow up those two Raiders in the battle just now? I saw your mech information; it's a modified civilian First Generation Unit for military use. How could it possibly fight against standard military mechs, especially one generation apart?"

Mu Fan thought for a moment. It was truly difficult to explain. He couldn't reveal Black's existence, so he spread his hands again. "At that time, I felt like I was in the wilderness facing death. I don't know what happened, I just wanted to survive, just like fighting fierce beasts normally, except the opponent was human. Then I won."

Fatty found this answer truly hard to accept. It was even less reliable than the administrative desk announcer. Did he think this was human combat? How much control was needed for a mech magnified dozens of times to perform those humanoid movements? How fast would the console speed in a First Generation Unit need to be? What a joke.

But looking at Mu Fan, the meaning was clearly written on his face: I'm just being evasive, don't ask me.

Fatty continued to ask unwillingly, "Then why didn't you tell me beforehand that you were going to be the bait? I was already preparing to give up."

Mu Fan thought about the scene where he was bombarded to death and felt a little ashamed. So, with an apologetic tone, he said seriously, "I was at fault this time, I'm truly sorry, I almost messed things up for you."

Looking up to a towering mountain! The demeanor of a Grandmaster! Humble and open-minded!

So low-key even with his own people! I give this display of coolness full marks. Mu Fan's reputation level in Young Master Harry's heart had already been raised to 'Respected', and he gave a double thumbs-up in his mind.

"It's a pity I didn't see the scene when you were fighting. Do you have a first-person recording? Let me see it."

"How do you record?" Mu Fan looked like a stunned goose.

Fatty slapped his face and gave up. This guy definitely didn't record it. Battle recordings needed to be activated and confirmed with the system before the battle.

Are all experts so individualistic? Young Master Harry, who was experiencing the world of "experts" up close for the first time, had been truly led astray by Mu Fan. Unfortunately, no one could tell him that he was getting more and more off track now.

Mu Fan looked at Fatty's expression of disappointment, like he was trying to turn iron into steel. Thinking about how he was just a standing target in his first battle, he felt truly apologetic. Fortunately, Fatty's two mines played a huge role again.

He thought for a moment, raised his hand as if to pat Fatty's shoulder, paused, and then stopped.

Fatty caught the movement. "What? Don't comfort me. I admit you were awesome in the first battle, but didn't you notice how divine my mines were? Huh? Right, maybe I should consider the explosive route with mines. Then, in the universe, the name of an expert will spread: Bomb Maniac - Lemon Balloon. Hahahaha, just thinking about it sounds cool!"

This time, Mu Fan was led astray by Fatty.

Little Fatty Harry laughed for a while, then stopped and said seriously, "Mu Fan, let's go, we'll have our second battle. After that, we can rest for a while."

"Uh, I'm really sorry, but I feel like I need to get more familiar with the mech controls." Mu Fan spoke cautiously this time. Black had clearly told him after the last match that he shouldn't think about Body Coordination for now; that experience was a one-time thing. If he went back into battle, would he just stare blankly at the pile of buttons and levers? If he really went, his teammates would probably curse him to death.

So Mu Fan decided to voice his thoughts: "I still need to improve my basic operations. I think I'll go back to the training camp these next few days and study the tutorials again."

A moment of silence...

I am impressed!

Only these four words echoed in Fatty's heart at this moment.