What loomed before their eyes was the Steel Bee, so massive that one had to look up in awe.
Its slender segmented legs, sleek and smooth ketone body contour, massive head with complex sensing units, and the four wings unfurled on its back, it was indeed a gigantic mechanical bee.
Actually, this was the Salamander, hastily retrofitted overnight based on previous combat data feedback.
"We had prepared enough spare parts for two mechas in advance. As long as the core isn't damaged, we can put in some overtime and reassemble a brand new mecha in two days. This is a good opportunity to implement some of the ideas we've had before..."
Sipping his coffee leisurely, Menger gazed at the data streams on the terminal interface for a while, then glanced at the technicians bustling around the Salamander, and suddenly asked:
"What exactly are you thinking? Hopping straight into the cockpit without undergoing hypnosis or drug injections—are you trying to commit suicide?"
