"Can it be done?" Victor glared at his eyes and didn’t answer Yelo. Instead, he quickly typed on the keyboard, pulling up a previous playback — but it was not the drone monitoring, but the cockpit view —
"Exactly! I knew it!"
Listening to Victor’s exclamation, Yelo imdiately leaned over:
"What, what?"
"That arm wasn’t ripped off, it was tactically disassembled." Victor pointed at the operating screen that displayed the damage ratio of the cha:
"I know you don’t understand this. You just need to know that he deliberately made a wrong move when he saw the missile approaching, causing the wrist interface of the left arm and the Tactical Dagger to jam."
"Does this have any aning? Or was it a mistake?" Yelo, not a professional, as a ga comntator, didn’t understand the significance of this move.
Victor shook his head vigorously:
"The Shield of George’s electronic warfare capabilities aren’t even as good as many of the 5th generation, but it has beco the most popular 6th generation cha on the market right now. Its greatest feature is its modular design which makes it much easier to change damaged parts or switch equipnt according to the battlefield environnt than other cha bodies. It’s not that other manufacturers don’t want to be modular, it’s just that so far, only Constantin Company can solve the precision loss problem with modularization... Ah, thanks to the Constantin design departnt for the reward!"
"So?" Watching his partner who seed to have hit the jackpot, Yelo, sowhat speechless, rolled his eyes and Victor could only spread his hands:
"Modularity ans it’s constantly ready to be disassembled, like building blocks. The classic use was when George Augustus, after capturing a cha, removed all the heavy equipnt. But just like in the ga itself, there’s a button to change equipnt instantly, so there isn’t such a design in place."
"You an the four limbs of the Shield of George are designed for easy disassembly?" Yelo roughly understood Victor’s point, and looking at Augustus who began rewriting the OS again, knowing there was no entertainnt for a while, he imdiately asked more in-depth.
"Not exactly, otherwise on the battlefield, if soone lightly pulled on your arm and it fell off, what would that be?" Victor gave Yelo a look, then pointed at several actions of the Shield of George in the playback:
"Generally speaking, disassembling limbs needs so special chanisms, sothing like using a precision screwdriver to unscrew special screws. But Mr. George obviously knows this chanism very well. He used the knife to jam the cha’s arm and then, through a shoulder movent similar to voluntarily dislocating, he quickly removed the arm of the cha."
"What is he doing now? Rewriting a set of OS for a one-handed cha?" Yelo saw Victor mimicking the arm movent, his mouth twitching slightly, cautious not to ask if he could do it, and changed the subject.
Victor glanced at the OS, shook his head:
"First of all, I can’t write OS. However, I can tell this isn’t an OS, but rather a set of macro instructions."
"Such complicated macro instructions?" Yelo looked at the code lines that were already dozens of lines long, slightly dumbfounded. Victor sighed:
"This is a real cha; it’s not a ga where typing ’a’ fires missiles, and ’b’ raises a shield for defense. To manipulate a master-slave cha through non-master feedback, every movent of each electromagnetic muscle bundle needs to be edited. But for now, it seems all actions are related to the right hand."
...
"Quite professional." Listening to the comntator in the live stream, Mr. George’s lips slightly curled upwards, he quickly entered the prearranged actions into the onboard computer and took a deep breath.
Beginning to sense the nearby Poisonous Insect Bodies, using these invisible ghosts to determine the position of enemies around him.
He wasn’t planning on escaping through this thod; on the contrary, he wanted to find the most thrilling opportunity to break out.
After all, in order to stir up the emotions of the audience, what could be more explosive than escaping under a hail of bullets instead of sneaking away when no one was paying attention?
In front of the cara, he pretended to adjust his breathing and took the opportunity to use the Taiyin Transformation Technique to squeeze out so sweat beads, creating the illusion of being physically exhausted. He also secretly loosened a few screws in the cockpit to make the cha more likely to encounter problems.
Having done this, the chas nearby also began to converge. Listening to the comntator’s tense shouts, he squinted, opened the cha’s panel, and displayed the detailed status of his own battered cha to the audience.
Listening to the voices of doom around him, he knew the ti was almost right. The engine roared again, and a string of characters appeared on the onboard computer. The program he had just written started running, and as a cha entered the radar range, he suddenly dashed out from cover.
"Movent! Augustus’s cha has moved again, and his target... no, it’s not to break through, but the cha he had previously defeated!"
"Mr. Augustus’s hands aren’t on the controls, but on the keyboard, what does he intend to do?"
"Missiles! This ti three! Oh, my God, what did I just see? The kicked-up stones hit the missiles, two more, oh my God, a sacrificial explosion! Did you expect this too, George?!"
Suddenly, Yelo paused mid-sentence, watching his partner suddenly turn his head. Victor’s complexion darkened, and before he could speak, he said directly:
"Don’t look at . I can’t do it, at least not in reality!"
"So you an you could do it in a ga?" Yelo’s eyes remained fixed on the screen, incessantly pressing, to which Victor irritably responded:
"If you could add terrain destruction effects to the Battlefield cha, I think I might be able to try!"
"Ah, sorry, I forgot. Oh, the cha’s hands are moving on their own. Was it the earlier program? Oh, he just twisted off the hand of the Shield of George that he’d previously destroyed!"
Without elaborating on his partner’s swift change of topic, Victor focused his attention on the arm that had precisely disassembled the Shield of George’s left arm—
"Shit, I knew that segnt of code looked familiar! That’s the Gnaku chanical arm’s code! Almost missed it among a bunch of miscellaneous stuff... oh, that’s not miscellaneous, that’s the code used to fix the chanical arm’s joints!"
As Victor’s realization dawned, the lean cha on video had already seized the mont to remove the robust-looking left arm in a visually striking manner and fiercely attached it to its exposed port.
Click!
With a light sound of connection completion echoing, the screen inside the cockpit displayed the previously red left arm now glowing blue, and three weapon icons appeared on the left side of the display.
His eyes scanning the three icons, George Augustus’s hands slid into the dual-hand controllers, which normally took about two seconds to put on independently, and then, the sowhat bulky left arm was raised, aid, and as it shot projectiles at the charging cha, he pressed three buttons in rapid succession.
"BOOM——!!!"
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