Chapter 75: Chapter 75 Seizing RX-16 (Part 2)
Editor: Noodletown Translations
Two soldiers wearing combat helts had just turned around, and Mu Fan could even see the tails of their uniforms disappearing from view. With Black’s powerful shielding, Mu Fan hadn’t triggered any alarms.
“The corridor within 300 ters has nonelectronic trigger traps, activated physically and passively, so you need to follow my commands to move forward. Look at the tiles on the ground, start from the right 2, take 15 steps, then sidestep left, continue forward 3 steps, sidestep left twice…” Black issued orders directly through the earpiece. Mu Fan walked carefully on the cold floor with bare feet.
“Double the speed, faster! 14 seconds!” Black urged. At this pace, Mu Fan was too vulnerable. If seen by those two soldiers, he might not make it out alive.
A narrow escape.
The Dark Breath flowed through him, Mu Fan’s spiritual power was highly concentrated, entirely focused on the grid below him. A figure kept advancing through the corridor along a strange path.
“2 seconds! Good, you’ve gained yourself 2 extra seconds. Now turn left.” The two soldiers on the right had just reached halfway, and Mu Fan successfully earned himself extra ti.
“Maintain the previous speed, run 200 ters, then there’s a corner on your left hand, enter, room 106, push the door open!” The winding passage extended into the mountainside, but so far, there were no other people. Mu Fan’s figure didn’t exist on the surveillance instrunts and thermal imaging sensors.
Following Black’s instructions, Mu Fan quickly reached room 106, a silver tal door with an air grate and laser-engraved numbers.
No ti for more thoughts, Mu Fan pushed the door open. Four empty beds were inside, with ssy blankets and a few clothes scattered around.
“Grab the clothes on your right and put them on!” A cara above pointed directly at Mu Fan’s position.
Mu Fan sniffed and detected a scent of machine oil. Following the sll, he saw a deep blue work uniform lying on the bed. Use this for disguise?
“This room is the dormitory for chanics in the Federation, not a soldiers’ dormitory. The workers have already started the inspections, get changed quickly. This is your only way to blend in now. Rember to wear the hat, then follow my commands.” Black explained everything to Mu Fan in a sequence.
Mu Fan looked at the large work uniform, slipped it on, and carefully covered the cuffs and pant legs of the linen clothes. He then found a pair of steel-toed work shoes under the bed. Luckily, he had taken off his shoes earlier, Mu Fan felt relieved.
So, he stepped out a minute later, under the guise of a blue uniform reeking of machine oil, embodying the perfect image of a chanical repairman.
“Now proceed calmly, the workers have advanced 50%, move faster this ti, don’t run, pass checkpoints directly,” Black instructed Mu Fan on the next steps.
Mu Fan nodded, deactivating the Dark Breath, and his deanor reverted back to that of the slums, perfectly fitting the current guise.
According to Black’s instructions, he needed to pass three checkpoints, then descend 76 ters via the floating stairs to truly enter the cha Storage.
With his work cap pulled low, after walking less than 100 ters and turning through several corridors, Mu Fan finally saw ard soldiers guarding a security door.
“Palm print identification!” a stern voice commanded.
Mu Fan obediently placed his hand on the scanner, “Identification passed.” Thus, he swaggered through the first checkpoint, while two soldiers remained dutifully on guard.
He used the sa thod to pass the second checkpoint but encountered a small problem at the third checkpoint by the floating stairs.
On the platform of Floating Stairs No. 9, “Didn’t it just go down? Why are you alone?” The soldier’s epaulets looked different, and Mu Fan didn’t recognize he was a sergeant, bowing his head to speak.
As expected, Black didn’t let him down, synchronizing the response, “cha calibration has exceeded 50%, and I’m responsible for the final adjustnts.” Within the Light Computer system, Black had silently added Mu Fan’s authority as an advanced chanical repairman—Fan Mu.
With a nod, the soldier checked the palm print identification result, finding no issues, clearly showing advanced chanical repairman—Fan Mu, and feeling sowhat confused why he didn’t rember this person before, allowed Mu Fan entry into the floating stairs while continuing his vigilant guard.
The floating stairs this ti were noticeably less luxurious than those in the Martial Arts Hall, but despite their simplicity, the solid workmanship of thick tal was palpable.
Stepping out of the floating stairs, Mu Fan imdiately saw the towering colossal cha Storage, where one after another blue, white, and red cha stood silently. Cold firearms reflected the abundant light, and in blue overalls, chanics rode chanized vehicles continuously creating sparks on the outer shell, encircled by a distant large group of soldiers.
This was the real steel giant beast! Instantly, Mu Fan’s breath caught at the sight of that red lozenge-shaped Heavy Shield. The cha in real life was far more striking than the ones seen in the PO Battle Net. You could clearly see the battle scars on a wide silver-white tallic Heavy Sword. The realistic tallic luster, paired with the huge, heavy cha body, was stifling, with a group of maintenance workers performing pre-battle checks on the leg armors, clearly visible in the occasional flash of arc light revealing shiny vent holes around the two energy furnace nozzles at the back.
The weapons at the back differed slightly from what he had seen in the PO Battle Net, more complex, and bearing the insignia of the Federation army on the closest machine seen here, distinctly different from the ones inside.
The nearest cha was equipped with a black Rapid Fire Gun slung on the back, a bit further away a six-barrel Gatling gun, and the farthest one bore no weapons at all.
“Speed up the preparations, why hasn’t the RX-16 over there equipped its weapons yet, where is everyone, faster!” a reprimand suddenly bood through a loudspeaker, and Mu Fan noticed an officer in a lieutenant’s uniform shouting in the central area.
The officer saw Mu Fan as well, glaring angrily, “What are you doing there, dazing around, hurry over here! Yes, you, stop looking.”
When others looked around, confirming it was directed at him, Mu Fan realized he was indeed being addressed.
“Here’s your chance, and you don’t need to wait for Lord Black’s arrangents, hurry over!” Black urged urgently in the earpiece.
Thus, with a welding gun shoved into his hand by who knows whom, Mu Fan made his way to beneath the third RX-16 cha, looking up at the steel giant beast.
“Combatant enter the cockpit and prepare! 60 seconds to deploynt! Over there, hurry! You have thirty seconds!” The officer continued yelling in Mu Fan’s direction, while another crew used chanical arms to slowly hoist a three-ter infantry close combat cha weapon.
Watching a soldier enter a cha and close the hatch, Mu Fan whispered, “What should I do?”
“First, use the work ladder to approach the cockpit door. In ten seconds, I’ll cut the power for 2 seconds to simulate a circuit fault; you have to enter within those 2 seconds, and the rest is up to you.”
Mu Fan nodded, but just after four or five seconds, a “boom” echoed. The mountain was under attack, debris already cascading from above, and the work platform workers erupted into chaotic noise.
“Perfect opportunity!” Black suddenly interjected, and Mu Fan saw the giant cha Storage’s lights flicker and then go out, leaving the crowd in a state of turmoil.
Black had acted ahead of schedule, only 2 seconds available!
At that mont, Mu Fan’s eyes flashed with determination, entering Blood-colored Vision! He pulled open the cockpit door Black had stealthily unlocked and slipped inside.
Bang! With a swift chop to the neck, the young soldier who hadn’t even turned his head was knocked unconscious. Under Black’s guidance, Mu Fan carefully placed him into the side escape pod. After closing the pod door, Mu Fan sat back, pressing his hands on the control panel, achieving control of the cockpit!
The lights ca on again, and the crowd noise dwindled, replaced by an angry roar over the lieutenant’s intercom. Thus, the loudspeaker blared orders, “Can’t wait any longer, all units deploy! Close combat, artillery, aerial cha sequence launch!”
Amid the hurried orders, no one noticed farthest RX-16 had quietly changed ownership!
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