Chapter 25: Destroy His Mecha

“You could call them Genetic Evolvers, but these people are quite obsessive. The way we approach Gene Evolution now focuses on humanity above all. Mutants are, to be exact, the failures of gene evolution—or at least that’s the mainstream belief.”

“From what I’ve seen, the mainstream is right. Mutants seem to adopt genes from tainted organisms, making them more animal-like in both personality and behavior, rather than human. What you’ve heard probably comes from a game with a similar setting. Mutants still exist in the real world, but they’re extremely rare. Once a mutant is discovered, they’re immediately exterminated.” Liu Zhijie said. Since Yang Bo was now a company employee, it was necessary to tell him these things.

“Oh, thank you, boss. I’ll head back now.”

“Head back. A lot of big shots are around right now. No one likes to work with someone implanted with a chip,” Liu Zhijie replied.

Yang Bo was curious about what this virtual training would look like and eagerly headed back.

Only then did he realize it just covered service standards. You can understand the employee rules, such as not making direct eye contact with the client, not disclosing their whereabouts, and definitely not asking for autographs. And of course, there’s no need for talking either.

If there’s an emergency, how should you react? What should you say, and what actions should you take?

For example, if someone trespasses in a restricted security area, you loudly warn: “Sir, this is a security zone. Please leave.”

If the person doesn’t stop, you repeat it a second time and trigger your portable alarm. That’s it.

Then you watch as the high-level security personnel step in, beat up the trespasser, and drag them away.

You just need to shout twice, nothing else. People like Yang Bo don’t have the authority to act, and taking action could cause trouble for the company. If someone’s armed, just run. In life-threatening situations, protecting yourself is the top priority.

As for providing services to VIPs, like cleaning the places where they stay, just keep your head down and do your job. Even if others start fighting, ignore it. That’s not within the company’s service scope.

That was all, and Yang Bo was disappointed. He thought the training might teach him how to be a good security guard—perhaps even some combat training. But it was just this.

Yang Bo practiced the steps for an hour and memorized them. There wasn’t any assessment.

Since the virtual headset belonged to the company, Yang Bo guessed Liu Zhijie could easily monitor whether he passed. So, why not slack off openly?

Yang Bo went online and found a paid combat training program. The reason he chose a paid one was that payment solidified a contract, minimizing the risk of privacy leaks. Big companies develop this software, and like Liu Zhijie said, they won’t sell out a minor figure to expose themselves.

Of course, Yang Bo played mecha games and used this combat training directly with his virtual projector and auxiliary devices. He didn’t use the company-issued virtual headset, which only had two training programs installed and nothing else since it was for internal use only.

No matter what internet company says, only big corporations won’t easily cross the line to breach privacy because the risk is too high.

As for small companies, the worst-case scenario is bankruptcy. What can you do? Yang Bo started with a dodge training session. The difficulty was automatic. Balls flew towards him from all directions in a room as the dodge training began.

Right from the start, Yang Bo felt strange. The balls seemed to move slowly in his vision, allowing him to easily dodge 1, 2, 3, 4, 5. Yang Bo realized this was thanks to his Dynamic Vision ability.

The intensity increased every minute. By the tenth minute, his entire view was filled with balls moving at different speeds.

If they all moved at the same speed, it would be easy to calculate their distance. But now some accelerated and others slowed down, which made it difficult. His brain kicked into gear.

At 18 minutes! Yang Bo was hit at a vital spot, and his first training session ended.

Wiping away his sweat, Yang Bo realized he’d never sweated this much since coming to this world.

After a quick recharge, he eagerly continued the training. This time, it was attack mode.

The same room, but now with a dummy that would evade. It started off slow but gradually picked up speed.

Yang Bo chose to use his fists. In this high-tech world, if you dared to use weapons to show off, drone police wouldn’t take more than 30 seconds to kill you, even if you had valid reasons. Once the drones judged your actions as dangerous, they’d gun you down instantly.

The third part involved fighting a dummy directly. The dummy moved fast, so Yang Bo began by defending. Slowly, he started to counter, until two dummies appeared.

The developers said the combat training lacked any formal moves or sequences. It was all about training instinctive reactions.

Yang Bo didn’t even know if this training would be useful in such a technologically advanced society, but some preparation couldn’t hurt.

As for the mecha game, Yang Bo could only play for two hours daily because it was too expensive.

“Yesterday’s lake hunt was out of the question, so where to next?” After dinner, Yang Bo logged into the mecha game.

He had just taken out a few people yesterday, so there was no way he’d go back there. After reviewing the official data, Yang Bo found a D-level tainted creature about 500 kilometers away and decided to check it out.

This D-level tainted creature was a giant rat living in a crevice near the mountains. Many newcomers had tried to exterminate it, but the rat had some unknown ability, managing to escape every time. The crevice was deep and narrow, making it impossible for mechas to fit in.

What Yang Bo didn’t know was that as soon as he left the base—about 100 kilometers in—someone was already watching him.

Because Razor Mechas were rare in this base, and others’ mechas had all been modified with stronger rocket backpacks and more powerful laser swords.

Yang Bo studied the map as he made his way to where the rat was. He only intended to take a look. His main target was actually a cave nearby, known to house a lot of bats according to the data.

Why face powerful tainted creatures when he could hunt regular animals? Fixing a mecha wasn’t cheap! “General, give the order.” In an underground space, General Tigerface looked far off towards Yang Bo piloting his mecha, and his subordinates shouted one after another.

“Blood Bat, it’s your turn. I want you to take your men and destroy that scumbag’s mecha. Every time that scumbag comes out, destroy his mecha. If his mechas keep getting wrecked, he’ll go bankrupt. Once he’s bankrupt, we can track him down through the courts and find him in real life. Then, I’ll eat him alive.” General Tigerface was fuming, having suffered major losses because of a single Razor Mecha.