Chapter 37: Applying to Unlock Launch Permissions for X19 East Wind Missile

"Six hours."

After a brief moment of contemplation, Kerr Cowell hopped onto the driver's seat of the off-road vehicle: "That should be enough, let's go and see if we can find the remaining armor-piercing bullet fragments."

"I guess we won't be able to gather all of them in a short time. Let's look for about half an hour. If we don't find anything in half an hour, let's leave this place and go back."

"Yes!"

...

Half an hour later.

Kerr Cowell and his companion jumped off the off-road vehicle with expressionless faces, staring at the item in front of them without uttering a word.

A moment later, Scar Dog pointed at the fragment in front of him, with a complex expression as if unsure of what to say: "This is the fifth one, Mr. Jacob, we have them all now."

In this half hour, they found the remaining four fragments of the armor-piercing bullet.

The entire process was...extraordinarily smooth.

Not a single fragment was dropped from killing mutated beasts, they all were simply picked up.

It was so easy that they suspected whether these armor-piercing bullet fragments were some kind of trap.

In fact, to this point, they hadn't seen a single mutated beast, despite it being daytime. There wouldn't be no mutated beasts at all, it is not reasonable.

Of course, the two of them didn't think too deeply about that.

After all, in the wilderness, there were too many things that were unreasonable.

Kerr Cowell picked up the final fragment from the ground.

"Ding, the player possesses five armor-piercing bullet fragments and has acquired a permanent Armor-piercing Bullet Energy Box."

"Item Name": Armor-piercing Bullet Energy Box.

"Item Level": One-Star Item.

"Item Effect": This energy box will infuse the bullets you fire with significant piercing capabilities.

"Item Introduction": This thing, it will be quite effective when dealing with certain races that have formidable defenses.

"Hmm."

Kerr Cowell hummed softly and pressed the chip, the size of a fingernail, onto the energy box of the Self-controlled Rotating Turret of Steel Sword. As the chip was attached,

The originally semi-transparent energy box of the Self-controlled Rotating Turret of Steel Sword began to flow slowly, and then its color changed gradually, turning into a deep blue light that looked like specially modulated deep blue nail polish...

"That's done."

Kerr Cowell glanced at the countdown on the Extermination Order: "Not much time left, let's head back."

The real-time distance shown to City 18 is five and a half hours from his location.

In five and a half hours, his location would appear in real time in the hands of that Mechanized Tribe Player in City 18.

At that time, he would be in a very dangerous situation.

To avoid that happening, he could only make City 18 fall into a more dangerous situation before he himself got into danger.

"What an unreasonable item."

While jumping into the passenger seat, Scar Dog muttered angrily: "What kind of Extermination Order is this? It's too unreasonable. If everyone played like this, who would dare to make it onto the leaderboard."

"Join it and then get chased."

"There must be some limits, we just don't know."

After Kerr Cowell casually said it, he floored the accelerator, making a drastic 180-degree U-turn with the vehicle, aimed in the direction they came from and squinted his eyes: "But it's not a big problem, it can be solved."

"Fasten your seat belt!"

"Boom!"

With the roaring sound of the engine, this beaten-up off-road vehicle, like a sprinting old horse, roared towards the distance in a storming fury!

...

Inside City 18 at this moment.

Glenn Fleming was sitting quietly on a chair in the conference room, surrounded by several others, while he remained silent in the corner.

Indeed, no one really cared whether he spoke or not.

He was the Mechanical Race player who had issued the Sky Eye Pursuit Order against the Human Player Kerr Cowell.

The Sky Eye Pursuit Order, commendable as a second-grade item, had a strong effect and could provide real-time positioning of the player being hunted, certainly a very powerful effect.

But it also had a downside.

That is, if the target is not killed within 24 hours, the player who initiated the Pursuit Order would be backfired and die.

But... resolving this downside was relatively simple.

That is to find someone insignificant, let this person activate the Pursuit Order, and that way, it's possible to obtain the enemy's location in real time without worrying about being backfired in case of failure.

Yes, that was exactly the role that he, Glenn Fleming, took on.

At that moment.

The old man with a face full of scars sitting at the front of the conference table slapped the table hard. His eyes flickered with a crimson glare as he rasped.

"Have you lost your nerve, all just to deal with one Human Race player, are you actually applying to unlock the firing authority of the X19 East Wind missile?"

"Do you all have the guts of a mouse?"

The appearance of this speaking old man could even help stop children from crying.

His eyes were clearly not human eyes but a mechanical creation. All the organs exposed outside apart from his face were all mechanical organs.

The entire person looked like a robot with a human head.

After a pause.

The old man continued to scan the faces of everyone present and rasped: "In this Battle of All Races, we, the Mechanical Race, are the only race that survived from the previous Battle of All Races."

"Our advantage is the greatest."

"But you must also realize what we have paid for this."

"Our home planet has become a battlefield."

"It's true, we have an established civilization, we have weapons of massive firepower like the X19 East Wind missile!"

"This is the glory of our Mechanical Race!"

"But you must understand, in this Battle of All Races, our high-powered firearms are all restricted. It would cost a full 50,000 merit points to unlock the firing authority of the X19 East Wind missile!"

"We need to kill 50,000 enemies from the Alien Races to obtain 50,000 points of merit."

"And you want to spend such a large price, just to kill one Human Race player, which is simply irrational!"

"I cannot allow this proposal!"

"We the Mechanical Race have brave warriors who are not afraid of death! We have excellent weaponry and equipment! We have enough numbers for crushing!"

"Just to kill one Human Race player with some weird cannon, there's absolutely no need to apply for the launch authority of the X19 East Wind missile!"

"Did you all get that?"

The few sitting nearby glanced at each other upon hearing this, then bowed their heads and said solemnly, "Understood!"

Yet Glenn Fleming, who was sitting on the sidelines, remained silent the whole time.

What did it matter to him...

He was just someone who activated the Sky Eye Pursuit Order.

...

Meanwhile, it took Kerr Cowell half an hour to return to the Ruins Site.

There was still some time before the actual battle started, and he still had more than two thousand semi-scrapped items, so it would be a pity not to continue enhancing his cannon.

It was unclear whether it was due to the excessive reliance of the Mechanical Race on the Sky Eye Pursuit Order, or for some other reason.

They actually didn't send someone over to check out the Ruins Site.

You should know, the first batch of Law Enforcers had been annihilated just outside the entrance to the Ruins Site. Despite such circumstances, the Mechanical Race didn't send anyone to check out the Ruins Site.