Energy
Ying Chenlin's mechanical hand was not intentionally concealed, and the surrounding mecha pilots noticed it.
Several pairs of eyes glanced at Ying Chenlin, but no one said anything. All of them looked puzzled and confused. A mechanical arm was extremely rare for mecha pilots. Although mechanical simulations can be realistic, they can never match the normal limbs of the human body. Moreover, they were mecha pilots, and a 0.1-second reaction error could be fatal in crucial moments.
Most mecha pilots with mechanical limbs gave up on the professional path within a year and turned to become mercenary mecha pilots.
Now, there was another mecha pilot with a mechanical arm in front of them, and this person appeared to be very young.
Zhao Lejie was astonished, "Mechanical arm??"
Ji Qingfeng glanced at him, "Why are you still discriminating?"
Zhao Lejie denied, "I didn't mean that. I just find it a pity."
For mecha pilots, a mechanical arm was a potentially fatal weakness. Zhao suddenly thought of the fluctuating skill level of the other person, seemingly finding the reason. In such a condition, participating in prolonged mecha battles would be impossible.
Unaware of the various gazes behind him, Ying Chenlin entered the energy warehouse and walked to the energy device. He used the authority given by the management bureau to open the pipeline permissions.
Different pipelines transported various types of energy. As a repairman, understanding mecha energy was fundamental. Many modern mecha technologies derived from the Star Alliance's large-scale mechanical field. Mecha, after all, was a large intelligent machine. Therefore, in facilities like the defense area, there would undoubtedly be energy transport pipelines supplying specific intelligent machines.
His task was to use tools to clear this pipeline, control the output threshold, and deliver this energy to mechas lacking power.
The energy warehouse was a place rarely visited by mecha pilots.
Other mecha pilots stood outside, their attention focused entirely on the lone figure busily working.
"Can this work? Exporting and using energy from the energy warehouse?"
"His hand looks challenging to operate."
"Difficult. This requires a professional. But we don't have a repairman."
Among the crowd, Liu Ge, one of the older mecha pilots, stood nearby. He had some technical knowledge and frowned as he watched the young man's actions in the energy warehouse. He worried, "The technical difficulty at this point is high. Do you know how many types of energy support the entire defense area? This place is a central energy converter, with hundreds of energy pipelines, some for individual energy, some for mixed energy... Wanting to export energy from this energy warehouse is extremely challenging. Ordinary technicians will find it hard, and it requires a repairman very familiar with large machinery, at least an advanced repairman."
As he finished speaking, not long afterward, the young man set something on the console, and the entire energy warehouse immediately dimmed.
"Can this work?"
"Don't damage the other pipelines in the defense area; the external pollution is as high as 6000."
Amidst the chattering, You Su stood outside the crowd.
He stood with his arms crossed, his gaze always following the person moving around the energy warehouse. In no time, the young man directly climbed up the conversion device with one hand, landed gracefully at a high point, quickly changed tools from his backpack, jumped from one pipeline to another, and even adjusted the rotating switches suspended at high places.
Theo asked, "Can he really generate energy?!"
You Su was indifferent and replied in his mind, "Probably."
Theo complained, "Are you trying to steal my energy again?"
"No need for yours." You Su's gaze continued to follow the person, "For someone who can freely modify the precision of parts, do you think a few hundred pipelines can stump him?"
You Su didn't understand repair knowledge, but he had seen engineering diagrams of parts. A fist-sized mecha part had thousands of engraved circuits. Most of KID's recent parts probably came from Ying Chenlin's hands. Someone who could use mental power to correct part materials could easily distinguish energy sources in a few hundred pipelines.
Half an hour passed, and Zhao Lejie, listening to the analysis of others, became increasingly uneasy.
Could this person really generate energy for them?
At this moment, Ying Chenlin, who was on a higher level, jumped down and said toward the entrance, "It's done."
Done? The mecha pilots watching were puzzled and looked at each other.
Ying Chenlin walked out with his repair pack, "I've connected the needed energy to the processing room on the shutdown point over there. Just go there to get the energy. I can't use the key to charge; I can only pull the charging line."
Ji Qingfeng: "I don't have a charging cable."
A group of people followed Ying Chenlin to the mecha's parking spot. The narrow square in the secondary defense zone was now filled with mechas. Ji Qingfeng directly led a power line from the mecha's energy storage to the processing room. By the time they arrived, Ying Chenlin had already opened the energy socket under the control console of the processing room.
"Hey, wait a minute. Shouldn't we test it first? What if it's an incompatible power source with the mechas? It might contaminate the remaining energy of the mechas," Ji Qingfeng said.
Ji Qingfeng directly plugged in the cable, saying, "Charging will do."
Other mecha pilots chimed in.
"Why test? We're all out of energy anyway. Instead of waiting for support, we might as well rely on ourselves!"
"Can I charge too? My mecha only has 10% energy left."
Huo Yan looked at Ying Chenlin and asked, "Is the remaining energy enough?"
Ying Chenlin nodded, "It's enough. The energy in this secondary defense zone is abundant."
Mecha pilots without energy didn't bother thinking and followed Ji Qingfeng to run their mechas' power lines. Zhao Lejie ran to Ji Qingfeng's mecha, noticing the open cockpit emitting a green light of charging. "Looks like it works. Even advanced mechas can be charged."
"It seems like it really works!"
"You're amazing, brother!"
In the processing room, mecha pilots had almost run out. Ying Chenlin had just picked up the repair kit from the ground when he noticed a mecha pilot in his thirties standing nearby. He remembered this person, the one who had spoken with Huo Yan before, surnamed Liu. Liu hesitated for a moment before finally asking, "How did you do it? If the pipeline is slightly wrong, the entire secondary defense zone would stop running."
Ying Chenlin grunted and explained briefly, "I just used the permissions to check the information on the energy pipeline. This processing room used to be a material processing point for the secondary defense zone, a buffer zone."
Because the entire defense system was open, the processing room inside had no operation at all. Since it was close to the parking spot, Ying Chenlin adjusted the energy flow of the internal pipeline, directing all the energy for the mechas to this side.
"With the defense system open, there's not much difference between this buffer zone being on or off. It doesn't matter if the energy is cut off." Ying Chenlin pointed to the console, "Don't worry, I've adjusted the output threshold of the energy. It can charge without damaging the mechas."
Liu didn't want to question Ying Chenlin. He was afraid of misunderstandings and explained hastily, "I didn't mean that."
"You're impressive, helping everyone out," Ying Chenlin said, carrying the repair kit on his back and smiling slightly. "Yeah."
He then asked, "Aren't you going to charge?"
The mecha pilot looked at the person in front of him, about ten years younger, his face turning red. "Thank you, little brother."
Those without energy ran to pull their own mecha's power lines to charge. The processing room quickly became crowded.
"So, we have Brother Ying, the awesome one!"
"Why call him brother? We should call him big brother. Charging is like saving my dog's life."
Ji Qingfeng accepted these compliments. "Of course, we're really awesome with Chenlin!"
Another mecha pilot said, "No wonder the energy consumption is so thorough. With Brother Ying, it's no big deal!"
Zhao Lejie squeezed into the crowd with the power line, feeling somewhat left out.
Is there a possibility that even if there is no energy, KID will still kill the pollutants and won't miss a single piece of material to pick up?
Inside the processing room was lively, but outside seemed a bit deserted.
Ying Chenlin walked out of the processing room. Instead of rushing to charge, he found a corner and took out the syringe from his bag.
The sourness in his arm brought fatigue. The medication time was delayed by a few hours compared to usual, but fortunately, there wasn't too much burden.
He skillfully pushed the syringe into his veins and leaned against the shadow of the mecha in silence.
Suddenly, he heard footsteps and looked up to see You Su standing not far away.
Ying Chenlin looked at the other person. After a while, he withdrew his gaze, put the empty syringe back into the bag, "Your energy is only 3%, right? Aren't you going to work?"
"Too lazy to squeeze with others. Besides, there's nothing to do at the party." You Su glanced at him and then handed something to him.
Ying Chenlin was stunned, "What is this?"
What he received was a small medical patch and a bottle of disinfectant.
"It's not 100% pollution-proof here. Be careful of infection when injecting in an exposed environment." You Su covered the outside light, "The isolation patch is new, and I've used the disinfectant twice. It's clean."
Ying Chenlin looked at the other person and said, "Thank you."
"You're welcome." You Su's tone was as casual as ever. "I brought you in. I have to ensure at least your safety."
He didn't stay in place, and after delivering the items, he left quickly.
Ying Chenlin lowered his eyes slightly, looking at the disinfectant in his hand with some curiosity. He didn't think the other person would carry such things with him.
In this secondary defense zone, including KID and others, there were a total of 14 mechas. After charging in the processing room for half a day, they finally replenished the energy of each mecha. After recharging, the fighting spirit of the mecha pilots rekindled. When Ying Chenlin was resting, he received several goodwill cards in a row, and some even brought mechanical soothing agents, reminding him to ask for help if needed.
Ying Chenlin remembered the kindness of these people but did not take the soothing agents.
Soothing agents didn't have much effect on him.
After recharging, the mecha pilots gathered in the control room to discuss the plan to restore the detection at base station C.
Everyone spoke freely, and various plans to break through the defense were proposed one by one.
"The biggest problem now is the pollutants around us. There are too many pollutants near the base station tower."
"We've checked, and there's no S-level report. Where is this high pollution level coming from?"
"Yeah, before confirming S-level pollutants, it's too risky to charge directly towards the tower!"
"The danger near the tower is too high."
When mentioning the scorpions, everyone thought of the pollutants that KID had just distributed. Liu cleared his throat and continued, "In addition to those scorpions, there are other pollutants, which pose a significant threat to us."
Zhao Lejie, thinking of the fierce KID, said tactfully, "Maybe we don't need to worry too much about them?"
"How can we not worry!" A mecha pilot said, "Although these B-level pollutants seem not very threatening, this place is very weird. Pollutants here move in groups, and a large number of them are a threat to us. Vice-Captain Zhao, do you have any ideas?"
Ideas...?
Zhao Lejie suddenly looked at the boy sitting farthest away. He was leaning back, relaxing his right arm and not joining any discussions or expressing any opinions, just sitting quietly on the side.
Ying Chenlin noticed the gazes of others. When he looked up, he saw that the mecha pilots around him were all looking at him.
Zhao Lejie coughed twice. "Brother Ying, do you have any ideas?"
"Me?" Ying Chenlin asked.
Zhao Lejie wanted to ask Ying Chenlin. After all, in their time together, he found that this person always had an exceptionally clear perspective on things. "To break through the tower, do you have any ideas?"
Ying Chenlin briefly recalled the various plans he had heard just now and finally suggested, "Why not keep it simple?"
Zhao Lejie, not knowing why, had a bad premonition. "Such as?"
Ying Chenlin said seriously, "Just charge straight in."