Surrounding clips, transforming butterflies, and being in the moment.

At 23:00, Chi Xiaochi handed over half a cubic meter of Naman metal, stripped of cosmic radioactive material, according to the required specifications, and rushed to the coordinates where he had agreed to meet with Luo Qian and the others.

Most of the Naman metal contained in the stardust was taken by Chi Xiaochi, and 061 converted the metal into a cold liquid, which was stored in an empty chamber.

With these six vials of liquid, Blue's new body is in good hands.

Chi Xiaochi was in a good mood, but he couldn't resist the double attack of alcohol and sleepiness, and after setting the target coordinates, he said to 061, "I'm going to sleep."

061 clatters and flips open a book, "I read to you last time at ......"

Chi Xiaochi is indeed exhausted, reaching out and pulling his hand twice, as if to cover someone's mouth, "...... I'm going to sleep, don't make noise."

061 froze for a long moment, until the sound of even breathing sounded close to his heart, before Blue raised his hand in sync and stroked his chest, fascinated by the subtle rumblings emanating from within.

How ...... always have so much on their minds.

Too smart and too tired.

...... And he quickly learned the consequences of "overthinking".

It wasn't until they were sandwiched between four specialized machines that 061 realized someone had been tailing them for a long time.

One of the crimson mechs holding the probe said with certainty, "Yes, he has a very strong signature of Naman metal."

The other spider mech held a laser gun and laughed coldly, "Hurry up and hand it over. A pair of four, can your mech handle it? You should be able to calculate this account."

The other two mechs didn't make a sound, but two infrared rays one aimed at Blue's knees and one at the power systems in his back would immediately put him down if he tried to force his way out.

And 061, or Blue, had no intention of running.

Blue stood in the center of the circle and politely said, "Shh, please keep it down. My master is sleeping."

The spider mech was happy, "It's still a highly intelligent system."

Blue stared at the detector in the Crimson Mech's hand, parsing all of its functions in a flash, "According to the rules, each person cannot carry a detector with a range of more than one kilometer. How did you guys bring it in?"

The spider mech tsked, fingertips pulling the trigger as the snow-white laser light slammed hard into Blue's backside.

Blue covered his back and fell to his knees.

The spider mech turned the laser gun's accumulator button on and said contemptuously, "That's a lot of talk. Hand it over or you'll be scrapped here."

The Crimson Mech was a girl. She wasn't really in favor of this kind of open-fire looting, but how could she be happy with the fact that time was running out and none of their four-person team had been able to find a single piece of Naman metal even the size of a pinky fingernail?

She said, "Hand it over, kind of help us out."

Blue didn't make a sound and ignored her.

The spider mecha threatened, "If you don't hand it over, we'll let you waste away here and destroy your master's distress transmitter, and then your master will have to wander around here with an iron lump. Do you know how far it takes to walk to the nearest monitoring point? Ten kilometers. Do you know what you'd meet on the way if you didn't have a mech?"

They're all waiting for Blue to surrender.

This machine has a high level of anthropomorphism, has a personal emotional system, and should know what it means to be "afraid".

Blue, on one knee, looks up and asks, "What will ...... meet?"

The Spider Mecha didn't expect this to be a no-coffin, raised its laser gun and said angrily, "Toast is not a punishment, is it?"

After cursing, he then pulled the trigger again.

This time he's aiming for Blue's head.

A single shot through Blue's centralized core would be a dead giveaway.

Who expected the trigger to be pulled, but he failed to see the laser light that shot out.

Blue had dodged to his side at some point, his right hand resting ten centimeters from the muzzle of the gun, while the laser light gathered into a ball, no longer able to inch forward.

Blue let go of his left hand, which was holding the "battle damage", and in the center of his palm was a ball of laser energy that had not yet been shot into its body!

With a slight movement of its wrist, countless snow-white laser butterflies fluttered out from between Blue's mechanical fingers and fluttered away in all directions.

And Blue stood well in front of the stupefied spider mech with a gentlemanly bow, "I'm sorry."

Everyone's thinking, what the fuck kind of fucking defense system is this.

But instinct has made them fire in unison, aiming at Blue, of course.

But those bullets, lasers and penetrating infrared rays, when they reached the outer side of Blue's mech, they all could not advance any further, and all of them were turned into tiny remnants, and when one looked closely, one could actually see countless parsed data running and dispersing around its body as if it were running in a stream.

Blue reached out, pivoting away from the penetrating infrared that was poised to shoot straight into his wrist weapon system, "...... everyone."

A line of barricaded robbers had fallen into utter stupefaction.

Blue picks and bends the laser's track again, as if fiddling with a soft rope: "...... As I said earlier, my master is sleeping."

The two of the quartet using infrared guns had sensed that something was wrong and tried to flee, only to find that their power systems had failed.

They had to force a reboot of the power system, who received a series of error messages.

In the midst of their astonishment, they saw a white laser butterfly flying slowly and methodically through their display systems, and in just one instant, all of their display systems were declared obsolete.

When did ...... these things invade their mechs?

By this time, Blue had finished modifying all the trajectories and said mildly, "I don't want to wake him up. So, I hope you all will please take care and not scream too loudly."

With that, it gave a 45-degree bow.

The moment it bent down, the weapons and ammunition, which were stagnant in mid-air, moved.

-- Infrared penetrated the spider mech's travel power system, laser shots blew out the crimson mech's probes, and lasers shot through the other two mechs' weapon systems.

As Blue straightened up, the remaining four mechs that had been shot into honeycomb coal went limp.

After looking around and making sure that all four mechs were so thoroughly scrapped that they couldn't even make it out of their pods, he walked over to each mech and pulled open the bank of pods where they had collected their distress signals as if they were opening their own doors, and set them up in a circle like birthday candles.

Blue posed while saying, "From what this Mr. Spider said, the nearest monitoring point is about ten kilometers away from here; as for what a person would encounter in the middle of nowhere without a mecha, please take your time to explain it to your companion, this gentleman."

The spider mech has panicked, "Give us back, give us that back! ...... Please!"

Blue ignored them and got up to leave, intending to leave them there until after midnight.

Four laser-white butterflies rested on the four distress signals, fluttering their wings and fanning out a light flood of data streams.

After another dozen kilometers of walking, Chi Xiaochi awakens naturally from a light sleep.

061 asked, "Did you sleep well?"

The cockpit was soft and cozy, the temperature was set just right, and the surroundings were unusually quiet, so you could say that it was a dark and sweet sleep, not even a dream.

"Nice." Chi Xiaochi stretched quite comfortably, "Blue, what time is it? Where did you go?"

Blue carefully felt Chi Xiaochi's activity within his body and his tone was extremely gentle, "11:58 PM. There are still a few hundred meters to go before we reach the agreed upon gathering coordinates."

Chi Xiaochi asked, "Did you meet anything on the way?"

Blue A: "No, everything is safe."

After the mech skipped out for a while, Chi Xiaochi suddenly heard a sharp electronic chirp in the distance and turned his head to look, only to see four fireworks exploding in the sky, the light beads spreading out like a silver snake spitting out its mail and a golden dragon whistling in the air, which was exceptionally eye-catching in the dark night.

061 gave an extremely quick and light laugh.

Chi Xiaochi looked back and seemed to feel something, "Mr. Six?"

"Ahem." 061 coughed softly, "It looks like something has happened to a squad collectively."

Chi Xiaochi said, "Then they're pretty entertaining with this distress signal."

Before 061 could speak, he heard Luo Qian's voice coming from behind, "...... Season?"

He turned around and saw that not far away, on the edge of one of the cliffs, Luo Qian and her mech, Reed, were raising their hands together to greet him.

Luo Qian shouted, "Xiao Qing just roasted a hare, come up here. Have you finished your task?"

Chi Xiaochi jumped out of the mech and said deliberately, "It's not finished."

"Great." Luo Qian, also not annoyed, turned back to the Wang family siblings and shouted, "Put away the rabbit legs and leave the rabbit bones for him."

Luo Qian is a good person to get along with, and in just a few hours, Wang Xiaoqing and Wang Xizhou have already gotten to know her very well.

The three teenage girls burst into a ball of laughter, and even Ji Zuoshan's lips curled up, his eyes slightly brimming with waves.

And not far from the mountain rock, Zhan Yanchao eyes rolled layer after layer of tide, fists pinched dead tight.

It wasn't like this before.

Previously ...... there was only Ji Zuoshan and him.

Ji Zuoshan, who almost never smiles, now smiles as heartwarmingly as an iron tree.

Zhan Yanchao was lying behind the rock and watching, when he suddenly noticed Ji Zuoshan looking around, seemingly sensing that he was being spied on, he immediately retreated back behind the rock, pressed down on his own mecha's head, and shouted in a low voice: "Don't move! Keep your head down!"

Looking at the rising remorse value of 15 points, Chi Xiaochi said nothing and walked up the cliff with Blue.

Zhan Yanchao greedily chased after the sound of the departing footsteps until he couldn't hear them anymore, before burying his face in the crook of his arm with reddened eyes and whispering, "Ji Zuoshan, you come back."

But the voice was so low that even he couldn't hear himself.

His mech looked down at him.

Zhan Yanchao sat there for a moment, then suddenly remembered something, opened his own mech and drilled into it, and gave the order, "Turn off all the insulation, lighting, and somatosensory systems, and leave only the external alert system."

A battle mech will do whatever its master tells it to do, and it naturally does.

The whole world went quiet.

Normally, Zhan Yanchao's senses were connected to the mech, so of course he didn't feel anything, but when all the systems went on strike, the cabin was cramped, small, stuffy, and dark, like a coffin.

...... like the coffin he once built for Ji Zuoshan.

He'd always thought it was just an inconsequential punishment.

In less than an hour he began to be irritable, sweating, palpitating, and when he could see nothing in his eyes, he began to ramble.

Two hours later, he only felt as if his body was being eaten by ants, and he couldn't help but pick at the inside of the mech with his fingers.

Mecha asked him if he wanted to come out, and Zhan Yanchao, fighting for his breath, said no in a jar.

After an unknown amount of time had passed, the mech felt an extremely strong crash and struggle coming from within, and it immediately used its emergency plan to eject the cockpit.

Zhan Yanchao rolled out of the pod, crouched on the floor, his clothes sweating through, wiped his face hard several times, and asked the mech in a shaky voice, "What time is it ......"

The mech replied, "Master, it's four o'clock."

Zhan Yanchao went limp around the edges, looking up at the dark, pre-dawn night sky and thinking, He thought he'd spent half his life in there.

No wonder every time Ji Zuoshan came out of the coffin, he was covered in cold sweat and his elbows were bruised and black, and he always blamed him for being petulant and not knowing how to reflect on his faults, but only knowing how to mess with him.

He rolled over onto his back, covering his head and face, and curled up in a ball.

What has he done? ......