Stripping
When the Bloodeater Crows' head raven broke away from the flock, it was destined to face an unbearable weight of life. It was continuously bombarded by long-range sniper cannons three times, then dozens of close-quarters stealth mechas approached, and it couldn't even spread its wings. When it fell, it was killed with a single blow. In the end, it was captured.
The change in fate took no more than half an hour. KID's tank and the Vanguard saw the head raven in hand, so they turned off the bright light bulb and withdrew without looking back.
The originally attracted protective shield was gone. The raven flock completely fell into chaos after losing the guidance of the head raven. In a panic, they fled in all directions. When they arrived, there were hundreds of Bloodeater Crowss, but when they retreated, only a remnant force remained.
Huo Yan looked at the distance regretfully, "What a pity."
If only there was a bit more energy, they wouldn't let a single raven escape.
At this moment, Lin Yao watched the Bloodeater Crows flock fly away, deeply nostalgic for the time when he could return from the pollution zone with a full load of energy supplies after killing, opportunities like that were rare in the pollution zone of the Tianyu Star.
In the live broadcast room, the live broadcast of the pollution zone showed the departing ravens and KID's team looking at the scene.
The commentator inexplicably sensed a bit of regret from their actions. After a silence, he said, "It seems like this one-sided beating has come to an end, and KID did not continue the pursuit."
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When KID's repair technician suggested dismantling the cockpit, the others in the arena didn't speak, but some technical staff members were prejudiced and skeptical. Dismantling the cockpit was at least two levels more difficult than the original plan. The original situation was already challenging to handle, and now, talking about dismantling the cockpit was simply increasing the difficulty of the rescue.
"Can he handle it? Dismantling the cockpit at this level of damage is not easy at all."
"Dismantling the cockpit not only increases the technical difficulty but also the time it takes. The oxygen capsule may not last that long."
The initially relatively simple task of removing the outer panels had turned into dismantling the cockpit.
The one operating wasn't the experienced YDS repair technician, but KID's young repair technician. In the prejudiced opinions, even if this person had technical skills, age and experience were there. Repair personnel couldn't help but worry.
A senior repairman in the field cautiously spoke after observing the situation, "I can understand why he proposed to dismantle the cockpit. The position where the metal nerves connect is too tricky, entangling with the psychic sensory nerves that connect the mecha pilot's brain and body inside the cockpit."
If only injured and lacking oxygen, lying in the medical capsule for a while could still recover. But once there was a reverse flow of energy on the metal nerves, the mecha pilot in the cockpit would face more than just simple injuries. It might lead to brain damage or even psychic breakdown.
Others said, "At least the original plan could get him out."
"Our intention is to save people, and a quick rescue can save his life. But these are mecha pilots. Since they came to our arena for a competition, we are responsible for their professional careers."
Outside the repair area, there was already a medical team waiting. Dismantling the cockpit was possible, but it required modifying the entire rescue plan. Now, there was a new difficulty. The most experienced repairman on the field was the YDS repair technician performing repairs. According to the original plan, his position was near the energy point. Now that the outer panels had been removed, it was even more impossible for him to evacuate from the original position.
Adding the removal of the outer panels, the spiritual powers of the two repairmen had now formed a delicate balance inside and outside the mecha, making it unsuitable to introduce new repair personnel.
The leader saw this and frowned, "There's no way to withdraw hands. It can only be done by KID's repair technician."
After receiving instructions from the leader, the members of the repair team immediately made a new decision after looking at the young man working above.
"We'll assist in fine imaging work."
"The repairman of their team, release the internal details of the mecha. We'll find the fastest dismantling route."
"Pay attention to the position of the oxygen capsule."
At this time, Ying Chenlin and the YDS repair technician seemed to have finished discussing. As soon as he lowered his head, he saw the busy repairmen. Looking down from a high place, certain scenes became particularly clear. For a moment, he thought he was back in the repair room of the KID base in his previous life. When he was inconvenient to move and could only use intelligent auxiliary tools, other people also assisted him in this way.
The increased spiritual power output of the YDS repair technician firmly stabilized the metal nerves near the energy point. "I'm ready here."
Ying Chenlin didn't hesitate. "Good."
He quickly locked onto the next target.
Seven or eight outer panels had been removed earlier, revealing more than half of the cockpit's silhouette.
Ying Chenlin raised his eyes to confirm the position of the oxygen capsule next to the cockpit. He climbed to the top of the outer part of the cockpit in a few steps. His hands reached into the armor, and his agile fingers carefully touched the metal nerves, once again finding a new lock.
Underneath, the assisting repairmen observed Ying Chenlin's operating direction through fine lenses. "Send up the drawings of the oxygen capsule! Others, get ready for the external oxygen supply pipe!"
The suspended repair intelligent robot flew to Ying Chenlin's side with the newly loaded drawings. Ying Chenlin glanced at the details on the drawing.
For him, a half-arm-length mechanical clamp seemed to have no operational difficulty. One hand pressed on the latch, and the other used the mechanical clamp for disassembly. Compared to the cautious disassembly of other repairmen, his disassembly was clean and quick. The dropped armor plate had a smooth cut, and compared to the other repairmen present, no one could guarantee that they could achieve his level.
Click—another outer panel fell from the sky.
After removing one piece, Ying Chenlin immediately took on the next one.
The repairman who was closely watching the internal impact monitor clearly saw the behind-the-scenes of all of Ying Chenlin's operations. In the monitoring images, the complex metal nerve circuits and components inside seemed not to be hindrances for him. His hands quickly found the corresponding nodes after a slight touch, achieving the goal of quick disassembly.
After not much time passed, the oxygen capsule on the side of the cockpit was exposed to everyone. Ying Chenlin activated the supply pipe near the oxygen capsule and connected it to the external oxygen supply. This ensured that, in all subsequent operations, the mecha pilot would avoid accidental hypoxia.
The leader looked at the top with concern. After completing the oxygen supply, the most difficult part came next.
YDS Repair Technician: "How do you plan to proceed?"
"Start by removing the left side." Ying Chenlin's hand rested on the outside of the cockpit. His red and white clothes were already stained with oil stains, and the mechanical clamp decisively disassembled the last outer panel. His gaze stopped at the chaotic metal nerves, "There are metal nerves on the left side connected to the energy supply pipe."
Ying Chenlin turned to look down, "I need a KS-1 model mechanical cutter."
The repairmen immediately went to get it, and soon a flying robot brought it up.
The YDS repair technician saw this and was slightly stunned. A small mechanical cutter?! Did he mean—
Ying Chenlin took the small mechanical cutter and handed over the original mechanical clamp to the robot.
He found the right angle of entry, and the next moment, his entire person slipped into the broken cockpit of the mecha.
Outside the arena, the match in the Qiu Jin Grand Canyon Pollution Zone was underway. Some spectators suddenly noticed the absence of personnel at the preparation area near the repair station. The repair technicians of major teams were supposed to stand in front of their team's monitoring station, monitoring the condition of the mechas in the pollution zone in real time.
Just as KID's mechas were making a splash, those who were paying attention to them also naturally turned their attention to the preparation area.
But there was no one in KID's preparation area in front of the monitoring station.
The impact of the preparation area is broadcasted in real-time, but the repair area does not have that.
Damage to mechas is common, but suddenly mobilizing so many repair technicians to go to the repair area for assistance indicates a severe situation with the damaged mechas on the field, requiring official requests for assistance from repair technicians of other teams.
Jiang Simiao looked at the situation and said, "Could it be?"
Shen Xingtang sat up slightly, "During the ongoing match, the repair area belongs to the backstage of the competition. This indicates that the situation is on the edge of controllable and uncontrollable. They may have activated the defense system of the repair area. I'll go inquire about the situation."
At the VIP stand, various leaders also received the sudden situation in the repair area. The director of the Qiu Jin Grand Canyon Pollution Zone Management Bureau asked, "Haven't they rescued the mecha pilot yet?"
The staff member said, "The on-site rescue plan has been changed. They are going to perform cockpit detachment."
The director asked, "Is it so serious? Can the repair team handle it? Who is the main operator now?"
"The main operator is not one of ours..." The staff member expressed concern, "The report over there says it's KID's repair technician, named Ying Chenlin."
In the repair area, the repair technicians around the cockpit were gone.
All that remained was the heavily guarded repair area. The medical team outside was ready to enter for rescue at any time, and the repair area was prepared for emergency defense in case of operational errors triggering an energy explosion. Everyone nervously watched the monitoring cameras. Small robots hovered around the cockpit, clearly capturing KID's repair technician. At this moment, he was in a closed cockpit, entangled with various parts in the damaged junction, leaning against various bearing components, and the gravity of his entire body was evenly distributed, maintaining a forward-leaning posture.
He didn't use his hands to support other points, his entire body's support points were on his two legs.
With this strange balance, the repair technician used a small mechanical cutter in his hand to quickly distinguish the metal neural connections in various parts of the body, decisively choosing to cut them off.
The cockpit, as the core part of the entire mecha, is equivalent to the heart of the mecha.
All metal nerves and parts around the outer periphery of the sealed space are connected to all parts of the mecha. The complexity of the metal nerves can be said to be the most in the entire mecha. The most difficult part of detaching the cockpit is to sever the connections between the cockpit and the important parts of the mecha, destroying key components.
Under normal circumstances, such an operation, as long as you take enough time, many repair technicians can achieve it.
But the critical point now is a special situation. The severely damaged mecha can basically not move. In order to maintain the operation of a certain part of the mecha, they cannot forcibly perform a power-off operation on the mecha. In this situation, the difficulty of the operation has directly increased to a new level. Repair technicians cannot affect the metal nerves that affect the limbs, nor can they shake the energy points.
Every step is like walking on a tightrope.
The YDS repair technician has been closely controlling the energy points from directly below. From entering the mecha to now, except for the initial vibration, he has almost not affected the energy points of the metal nerves. He raised his head slightly.
This level of operation requires more than ten years of repair experience to achieve.
But the age of KID's repair technician does not appear to exceed 20.
At such an age, with such skill, it is not an exaggeration to say he is a genius.
Time passed by every minute and second. Inside the mecha, Ying Chenlin's forehead had already formed tiny beads of sweat, but his hands remained steady. His calm eyes scanned the situation of the metal nerves around him.
Finally, he came to the most difficult place, the key point where the metal nerves and the cockpit's psychic sensory nerves were intertwined.
"The left metal nerves need to be cut about ten more to completely detach the mecha's suction force on the cockpit."
The repair technician, who was monitoring the internal situation in real time using tiny robots, used them to assist in his observation. But the metal nerves were too chaotic, entangled with psychic sensory nerves, and any operational errors would be fed back to the mecha pilot. He said cautiously, "Mr. Ying, I need to remind you that there is no support point inside."
Going further in, it was a completely dense gathering of metal nerves.
In the past, such operations required small robots to go in and perform the operation. But the current situation has exceeded the range that robots can handle. This is the auxiliary control area where the cockpit is connected to the limbs. This area is small, with no surrounding parts. It is the only area inside the mecha that has only metal nerves and psychic sensory nerves.
Ying Chenlin replied, "Okay, I know, thank you."
He looked up at the situation from above, "Later, I'll need you to control the robot to help me turn on the flashlight."
Flashlight!? The repair technician was stunned.
Ying Chenlin shortened a section of the abandoned metal nerves on the side, wrapped the metal nerves around his waist, tied the other end to the small tool pliers he carried, and used his mechanical limbs to grab the parts around the cockpit, using his arm strength to raise himself to a higher position. He wedged the tool pliers into the broken junction at a higher place.
With no support points, he could only temporarily create one.
These series of actions were smooth, locking the tool pliers in place. He climbed into the left side of the cockpit in an inverted posture, and his legs also wedged into the crack. The support force of his entire body fell on the metal nerves around his waist and legs, creating an inverted support point for himself.
Ying Chenlin hung upside down, calmly reminding, "Turn on the flashlight."
The small robot carried flashlight illuminated from above, revealing the complex interior.
With the illumination of the flashlight, the internal situation appeared in Ying Chenlin's field of view. He did not blink, and his mechanical limbs carefully pushed aside various metal nerves, separating the psychic sensory nerves from them, diverting them to an unaffected area, and cutting off the metal nerves that were also connected to the cockpit.
Everyone watched in suspense, afraid to make a sound that would affect his operation.
The repair technicians were all stunned. What kind of body control is this!?
Not only the staff of the Alliance, but also the repair technicians who have been engaged in team maintenance work for many years. Their eyes were fixed on KID's repair technician, marveling at his almost cold-blood
ed control over his body. He did not touch other neural points, and every detail from head to toe was controlled steadily. In the confined space, he maintained the most stable limb control.
This was no longer just a cutting operation on the operating procedure. It was too stable, even more stable than a robot.
But above was a person, a young repair technician who looked like he had no experience, achieving precision control comparable to a machine. The person in charge dared not blink his eyes; he could only watch this scene through the monitor, a repair scene he had never seen before. He had seen too many repair technicians repair mechas, most of them used blueprints to determine the positions of internal parts' nerves, and then used psychic power to explore and troubleshoot. Such repair methods were often done on the periphery, and if they needed to go inside, they would use robots to assist in the work.
This was the first time he had seen someone able to squeeze into such a narrow space, completing precise work in an inverted position.
It's worth noting that the metal nerve line that controls the energy point was less than 30 centimeters away from his waist.
Ying Chenlin asked, "Check the metal nerves behind, I can't see."
The repair technician realized, "To your right, below the bearing components."
Ying Chenlin heard the voice, quickly confirmed the location, and cut off that nerve.
By now, there were already a few beads of sweat on his forehead, flowing into his hair. He calmly said, "Continue."
The repair technician didn't dare to slack off. "Diagonally in front, below the transfer joint plate, entangled in the largest bundle of white outer nerves."
Ying Chenlin squinted, using the light from above and the hints to avoid other nerves, reached for the position of the joint plate, firmly grasped the joint plate with his right hand, causing his body to bend strangely in mid-air. He held the small mechanical cutter in his mouth, used one hand to separate the tangled nerves, found the target, and then used the mechanical cutter to cut it off.
"Continue."
As seconds and minutes passed, no one knew how much time had passed. The scene was filled only with the sound of Ying Chenlin's voice and the reports from the staff. It wasn't until Ying Chenlin cut off the most critical nerves among the numerous metal nerves, straightened up slightly, and returned to the higher place that they reacted.
The young man leaned against the junction, his chest slightly heaving. His calm gaze swept over the surrounding positions of the cockpit, and only after confirming everything accurately did he leave the mecha from the inside.
"Is it done...?" someone asked in a low voice.
The repair technician who had been reporting all this time replied, "It's done."
The most difficult task of detaching the cockpit was completed. After Ying Chenlin came out, he looked at the YDS repair technician who had been watching him from below. He paused slightly, "You can let go now, thank you."
The connection line to the energy point was also cut off by him.
The YDS repair technician let go, and other maintenance personnel hurried forward to help. Some manipulated the external oxygen pipe, and some had already entered the mecha to assist in the detachment. When the entire cockpit was dragged out by the external giant mechanical hand, not a single psychic sensory nerve was pulled, nor was the energy point disturbed.
The YDS repair technician stood outside the crowd, looking at the KID's repair technician who was also standing.
The other party stood upright. Even after leaving the mecha, his gaze remained fixed on the cockpit being slowly dragged out from above.
When the cockpit was placed on the ground, the medical team rushed in.
The doctor examined the mecha pilot's body, "The mecha pilot is not affected!"
The arena erupted into enthusiastic cheers! Among the repair personnel, the repair technician belonging to the team covered his eyes, tears streaming down his face. He almost thought he couldn't save his own mecha pilot.
Ying Chenlin breathed a sigh of relief, and the fatigue on his body surged up at this moment. He slightly calmed his breath, relieving the fatigue in his body through breathing. He looked at the lively repair area in front of him, looking at the damaged mecha.
The appearance of a certain mecha gradually surfaced in his memory. Many years ago, when his genetic disease broke out and he was seriously injured in the league, he was also brought to the repair area along with the mecha. When the cockpit was detached, he looked up at the damaged Yuan.
Thinking of this, he gently touched the neckline and also touched the mecha key under his clothes.
After a while, he let go of his hand and shifted his gaze away.
What was he thinking? He had a chance to start over in life, and it was different now.
The surrounding staff were busy, and Ying Chenlin didn't stay in place to disturb them. He was about to leave when he suddenly saw a staff member. He remembered that this person had been following here, as if responsible for reporting the work at the pollution zone scene.
When the person in charge arranged all the follow-up work, Ying Chenlin was nowhere to be found.
"Where's KID's repair technician?" The person in charge hadn't had a chance to thank him.
The staff member said, "Mr. Ying has already returned to the preparation area."
He hesitated before speaking, "He left in a hurry. Before leaving, he asked me for the combat data of KID in the pollution zone during this time."
Mentioning KID, the person in charge suddenly felt a headache, thinking of that group of Bloodeater Crowss.
He said, "Combat data? KID shouldn't have encountered other teams during this time, right? It seems like only that group of Bloodeater Crows?"
The staff member hesitated and said, "Yes... He wanted the combat data of that period."