Chapter 297 King and Gundam
"cheers!"
In Saitama's house, the hot pot event will be held again.
In addition to the resident staff this time, there is also a new face—Jenos.
He was recommended by Fubuki.
"Congratulations to everyone who has successfully been promoted to A-level hero!"
"Congratulations!"
Drank the drink in the cup in one gulp, except for Genos who was still serious, the rest of the people were all beaming.
"Ah!" Glasses sighed, and said, "I didn't expect that I could become an A-level hero in my lifetime."
More than half a year ago, he was still a social animal running around for a living, but now he is an A-level hero who can maintain the peace of a city.
"Yes." The undocumented knight said empathetically.
"A-level heroes, you are like this, can you have some ambition." Fubuki pointed to the sky and said: "I am a woman who wants to become an S-level hero!"
"Well, you are right. Only S-level heroes are worthy of my challenge." Genos, who has updated his equipment, is much more confident than before.
"Whether it's S-level or A-level, aren't they all heroes?" Saitama muttered while busy eating meat: "I don't care."
If it wasn't for the improvement in salary, he didn't want to be promoted, and he always felt that it was too troublesome.
"It's true to say that, but it's better to set a goal." The undocumented knight said: "Then, let's work towards the goal of S rank!"
"good!"
"K! O!"
A crisp mechanical sound sounded, and a Gundam crashed from the sky, split into pieces of data and dissipated.
"Sure, you are worthy of being the King in the game field." Tong Di exited the virtual space, took off his helmet, took out a lollipop and licked it, "18 losses and 0 wins, I haven't lost so badly for a long time."
Except for the first one who was able to beat King to red blood, the blood volume of the other Kings was no less than 80%, and he was completely abused.
"Hehe, I'm sorry, or I'll let you use one hand next time." King, who was sitting next to him, also took off his helmet and said, "This thing is really good, I didn't expect it to be so realistic."
If galgame had this method, wouldn’t it be more realistic.
Thinking of this, King immediately blushed, his body shook involuntarily, and even the "Emperor Engine" rang.
"Hey, what's the sound?" Tong Di, who was eating a lollipop, looked suspiciously at King.
"It's okay." King tried his best to calm down, and finally restrained the beating of the emperor's engine. He took out his mobile phone to check the time, and said, "Well, thank you for your hospitality today. It's getting late, so I'm going back?"
"Wait!" Tong Di hurriedly stopped King and said, "I haven't talked about the business yet, how can you leave?"
"Business? Don't you just let me test your virtual game?"
"Hehe, you're overthinking." Tong Di will not let King go so easily, and the official war is only three days away, so he intends to let King stay here.
Gripping King by the corner of his clothes with his small hands, Tong Di directly pulled him forward: "Come with me, don't worry, we are heroes, and we won't seek wealth or murder."
"Hey, slow down." Although he was a strong man with a height of nearly 1.9 meters, King, who was too weak, could only be dragged away by the short Tongdi, with no room for struggle.
Passing through several doors and a long passage, Emperor Tong led him into a spacious room.
No need for Tongdi to say anything, King was immediately shocked by the scene in front of him.
Three giant robots nearly five stories high were placed in front of him like this. The aesthetically pleasing body, the thick barrel, and the pungent smell of engine oil all made King excited. It shook violently.
"This, are these real? Or are they just large models."
"What do you think?" Tong Di smiled, took out the lollipop in his mouth, pointed to the three Gundams ahead, and said proudly: "They are the treasures I made with my own hands, and they shoulder the important task of eradicating monsters and saving the world. !"
"How about it? Would you like to be their pilot?"
"Me?" King looked down at Tong Di, pointed to his nose and said in disbelief, "Is it really okay for you to let me drive them?"
"Why not? The test just now has proved that you are more suitable for driving than me."
"But, that's only in the game!" King crossed his hands and gestured, and explained in a panic: "I'm just an nerd who is good at playing games, how can I take on such a heavy responsibility?"
Although it is every man's dream to be able to drive such a mighty Gundam, he knows in his heart that he is just a cowardly ordinary person. Once on the battlefield, his hands may tremble and he will become a waste who can only hold his head and squat in defense .
Besides, if you fight those monsters, you will probably die.
Thinking of this, King shook his head even more.
"Don't worry." Tong Di seemed to see what he was worried about, and explained: "Different from the traditional driving method, these three Gundams use the mode of consciousness transmission and remote control. We will connect your consciousness with the body, It is equivalent to matching an intelligent control system, but this system is made by you."
"So?" King was confused.
"So, you just need to treat driving Gundam as a game as before, King."
"A game?"
"No amount of talking is better than trying once. Do you want to try driving once?"
"I" King hesitated for a long time, but finally the soul of the game overcame the cowardly heart, nodded and said: "Then give it a try?"
"Okay, so which one do you want to try?" Tong Di pointed to the three Gundams and introduced: "The red body on the left is called 'Justice Gundam', equipped with thirty-six all-round heavy guns, two high-strength The laser laser cannon and a light nuclear bomb are long-range bombers. Due to the excessive equipment, its movement will be slightly inconvenient. But when necessary, all weapons can be removed and turned into a light-weight model. "
"The black body on the right is 'Strike Gundam', speed type, the main weapon is a laser giant sword, and the long-range weapon is only equipped with a beam cannon, which is responsible for dealing with large monsters who are not afraid of missiles."
King nodded, looked at the white body in the middle, and asked, "What about it?"
"Freedom Gundam, omnipotent, not only has a good long-range bombing capability, but also has many accessories for melee combat. Choose your own weapon according to various occasions." Tongdi asked: "How about it? Which one do you prefer?"
"Hmm." King touched his chin and thought for a while, then said, "Can I try them all?"
"Oh, of course. Come with me."
Tongdi took King to another room, where there were three oblong devices.
"Here, take off your shirt and lie down." Tong Di opened the cover of one of the devices, and there was a bed-like space inside.
"Oh." King took off his shoes and jacket, lay down in it, and let Tongdi stick some circles connected to his body.
"Are you ready?"
"Phew, ready." King took a deep breath and said.
"See you later." Tong Di closed the cover, and after operating the device for a while, he pressed the start button: "I wish you peace!"
pain!
When King opened his eyes again, he found himself naked in a dark place, and a red button the size of a washbasin appeared in front of him.
King is no stranger to this: "This is the start button, right? It's really the same login interface as the previous game."
He stretched out his hand and pressed it without hesitation.
Phew!
In an instant, the red button turned into pure white and spread in all directions.
Environment is bright.
Three large display screens are placed horizontally in front of King, occupying a large area of his field of vision. At the same time, a joystick and dozens of operation buttons appear in front of him, but the buttons are still locked.
In reality, Tong Di looked at Strike Gundam whose eyes were already bright, put on his headset, and said, "Hey, King, can you hear me?"
"Well, yes." King found the figure of Tongdi standing below on the display.
"Very well, you also found that the operation interface is exactly the same as the game we played just now, do you need me to explain it?"
"No, I've already written it down." King said.
"Okay." Tongdi said to the technicians beside him: "Unlock the Strike Gundam and open the exit passage."
"yes!"
There was a bang, and the transport gear under Strike Gundam began to rotate, transporting it to the rear.
Immediately afterwards, the brackets used to fix the machine body were disconnected one after another, and the ceiling above moved to both sides, revealing the starry night sky.
"The operation interface has been unlocked, and it's your time now." Tong Di said, "I can't give you the authority to use weapons for the time being. Take it easy, go for a drive and come back."
"Yes." King replied, given his character, he wouldn't dare to act recklessly if given two more guts.
"Okay, then I wish you a smooth journey." Tong Di squeezed the headset and shouted: "Strike Gundam, move out!"
King took a deep breath, but felt that there was no trace of air entering his body, and realized that he was just a "wandering spirit" now. He laughed at himself, put his hand on the engine push button, and pushed it to the top in one breath .
"Strike Gundam, move!"
boom!
The propeller behind the fuselage immediately spewed out blue flames. Driven by the continuous jetting flames, the Strike Gundam flew out of the research institute with a whoosh, and flew towards the sea of stars above.
"It feels great!" King operated the Strike Gundam, flying in the air, making some difficult turning movements from time to time.
In high spirits, he also drew the word "King" with the tail flame in the air.
"It's a pity that you can't use weapons." King quickly got tired of flying like this. Since he couldn't use weapons, he tried to punch and dance with Strike Gundam.
After playing for an hour, he reluctantly returned to the research institute, and fell into the recovery device with incomparable precision.
Consciousness returns to the physical body, the cover is opened, King sits up from the control cabin, and Tong Di has been waiting outside for a long time.
"How is it? Are you happy?"
"It's pretty cool." King didn't hide his excitement and excitement.
Compared with other games, this "game" that can change reality is more exciting. He can't wait to drive Gundam and fight monsters.
"Then you are willing to join our hero association and become a pilot."
"Well, I do!"
"Okay, I will go through the membership procedures for you tomorrow. Well, the starting point can't be too high at the beginning, just a B-level hero, okay?"
"A hero? Is someone like me a hero?" King asked in surprise.
"Fighting monsters, why can't you be considered a hero?" Tong Di said with a smile: "Even if I am mainly responsible for scientific research, I am still an A-level hero."
"No, I just can't believe it." King said shyly, rubbing his head.
Before today, he was still a dead house self, but now he is going to become a hero. This identity has changed a bit quickly, and he hasn't adapted yet.
"You will get familiar with it soon." Tong Di pointed to another control cabin next to him and said, "Do you want to try this one again?"
"Yes."
Lying down again, King seemed to think of something, and asked: "If it's GAMEOVER, I should be fine."
"If your consciousness returns here before the core device is damaged, it will be fine."
"What if it's too late?"
"It can range from dementia to severe vegetative state."
"Ah?!" King said with a blank look, "Can you go back on your word now?"
"What do you think?" Tong Di bit the lollipop into pieces and closed the cover for him.
‘I’m just a dead house, why should I be involved in such a dangerous thing? ! '
In the silent cry, King's consciousness sank into darkness again.
"You said that the Weird Association wants to capture Kamikaze-sensei and Bangu-sensei?"
Hearing Darkley's report, Aomori frowned involuntarily.
"The Weird Association is a little swollen, and dare to take the initiative."
The time is almost two years earlier than the original book, and the overall strength of the Monster Association should be far inferior to that of the Hero Association.
What gave them the courage to take the initiative? Is that the apostle?
Thinking of the number 17 that was still hidden somewhere, Aomori asked, "Have you found that guy yet?"
Darkley shook his head, except for the residence of the big snake, he almost searched all other places.
"That means he is likely to stay with the big snake? It's really worrying."
For this mysterious enemy, Aomori is very cautious in his heart. He still hasn't forgotten how he and Tornado were wiped out by No. 18 under the perception of Absolu.
"It's a pity that Blast is still missing, as if he disappeared in this world."
Otherwise, you can get to know them a little better.
Shaking his head, Aomori turned his thoughts back to the coming attack.
There are two ways to deal with it. One is to temporarily "disappear" Atomic Samurai and Bangu. Aomori and others will carry out the plan according to the original plan or even plan in advance, so as to avoid multi-field battles and control the rhythm in their own hands.
The second is to lie in ambush, eat the cadres of the president first, and then implement the plan. Although the burden is reduced, there is also the risk of arousing the enemy.
Aomori raised his index finger and tapped on the table. After thinking twice, he had already made a decision.
(end of this chapter)