From Resident Evil to becoming a gacha god

Chapter 120 This is why I came here!

Anchorage, Alaska.

The blizzard roared and surged, snowflakes danced wildly in the air, and the world was a vast expanse of white.

Amidst the wind and snow, two figures moved slowly along the coastline, one tall and one short, one old and one young.

"Do you know what I'm looking for? I'm looking for a complete ship, so my son and I can get rich!" the old man said, holding a metal detector.

Suddenly, the metal detector sounded an alarm, sensing metal buried beneath the snow. The old man immediately became excited: "Wait, wait, wait! It's right here! Dig!"

The child holding the shovel immediately knelt down and started digging. He unearthed a fully metal robot toy from under the snow. Judging from the design, it was a model of the first-generation Hunter Mech.

It's normal for this toy to be discarded. The Hunter mechs are already in their third generation, and it's said that China has even developed the fourth generation. If a child is still playing with first-generation mech toys, they will be isolated at school.

Even a mosquito's leg is still meat. The robot toy was put into the cloth bag hanging on the child's chest. Even if it couldn't be sold, it would be good for him to play with. He hadn't had a new toy in a long time.

At this moment, the metal detector sounded again, the sound becoming more and more urgent, indicating that it had detected a huge source of metal.

The old man kept adjusting the position of the probe based on the sound until he raised it and aimed it at the sea, at which point the volume of the buzzing sound reached its maximum.

Thump...thump...

The heavy footsteps spread through the wind and snow, and in the vast天地 (heaven and earth), the steel giant slowly emerged, smashing through the storm.

The old man and the child froze on the spot, mouths agape, slowly raising their heads: "My God!"

It's a Hunter Mech!

The mech's left arm was severed at the root, with sparks constantly flying from the break. The armor on its chest was covered with gruesome claw marks, clearly indicating that it had just been through a fierce battle.

The mech, holding a fishing boat in its only remaining right hand, bent down and put the boat back into the sea when it reached the vicinity of the coastline. Then, it strode onto the land and passed by the grandfather and grandson.

Boom!

The earth trembled violently, and the alarms in the cockpit never sounded. All the mech's systems went offline. It's a miracle that it can still move normally. Perhaps the success of Dry Bladehead has pleased the Roller Screw Machine Soul, and the Muscle Power Unit has not broken down.

As expected, traditional mechanical connections are reliable. If it were the fifth-generation Eureka Raider with its all-electric servo system, it would have been stranded in the sea long ago due to its poor performance.

Under Xiao Miao's control, the Wanderer approached the seaside cliff, turned around, and plopped down on the ground, slowly lying back against the cliff until the heavy machine was completely supported by the terrain. The nuclear reactor in its chest gradually reduced its output power, struggling to maintain its position.

Traditional systems gradually cease operation, gears stop turning, and what awaits them is not another startup, but complete scrapping.

From the perspective of the father and son who collect trash, the dangerous homeless man's current posture is no different from Ge You's slouch; the ground is the sofa, and the cliff is the sofa back.

"OK, we're safe now, for the time being..." Xiao Miao released his restraints and jumped off the control panel, patting Luo Li's face: "Hey, don't just stand there like an idiot, let's get out of here first."

The two climbed out through the gap in the vagrant's head, and could step onto the cliff with just one step.

Xiao Miao landed easily, turned her head and saw Luo Li standing on the homeless man's head, staggering, looking dazed, and constantly muttering, "Yang west... Yang west..."

The death of his older brother in a state of synesthesia was a devastating blow to Raleigh.

In a daze, Luo Li lost his footing and fell. Xiao Miao shook his head and sighed, then leaned out and grabbed Luo Li by the back of the neck with one hand, pulling him up the cliff.

The grandfather and grandson, who were collecting scraps, rushed over and stood at the foot of the cliff, looking up and shouting, "Sir, do you need help?"

Xiao Miao waved his hand: "No need, you should leave here quickly, be careful of nuclear leakage."

The Kaiju scratched the nuclear reactor on the Wanderer's chest, causing a drop in output power and potentially leading to radiation leakage.

The old man remained unmoved, or perhaps he hadn't heard what Xiao Miao shouted. He led his grandson around the area, panting heavily.

Reaching the edge of the cliff, he approached Xiao Miao: "Sir, did you encounter a Kaiju? Did we win?"

Xiao Miao nodded: "That's right, we encountered the third-generation monster, Bladehead, off the coast of Alaska, and narrowly won."

Upon hearing Xiao Miao's answer, the grandfather and grandson cheered, "Hahaha, I knew it!"

"America is the most powerful!"

"Long live democracy! Long live America!"

An old man and a young boy danced and shouted excitedly. Even though they had been reduced to scavenging for a living, they would immediately show genuine smiles when they heard about America's victory after victory.

Is it sad? It is indeed very sad, but this is not their problem.

Because if a country becomes strong, they may not necessarily benefit along with it, but if a country is weak, they will definitely be the first to suffer.

If the homeless don't win, the entire Alaskan coast will face Kaiju invasions, and unless you're wearing adamantium shorts, there won't even be anywhere to pick up trash.

Xiao Miao shook his head inwardly, glancing at the grandfather and grandson's worn-out clothes. The child was wearing adult clothes, while the adult was wrapped in several tattered garments, shivering in the cold wind.

"Sir, there are so many parts on the ground. Hurry up and pick up a few and leave. The army will be here soon."

The old man asked somewhat embarrassedly, "Can we pick up those parts?"

"It's possible now, but it might not be later."

"Oh, thank you, thank you so much, you're a good person!" The old man understood Xiao Miao's implied meaning, and with his grandson, he ran down the cliff, picked up the two parts, and hurriedly left.

Xiao Miao sat in the snow, with a distraught Luo Li lying beside him. The two waited quietly for the rescue team to arrive.

Da da da, da da da!

The sound of a heavy helicopter's rotor blades slowly approached. Xiao Miao looked up and saw several black dots gradually enlarging beneath the leaden-gray clouds.

The violent airflow whipped the snowflakes on the ground back up, and the heavy helicopter formation slowly descended. When they were still some distance from the ground, several figures couldn't wait to jump down.

General Stark charged ahead, and the other soldiers, not expecting the general to be so brave, quickly jumped off the plane.

"So you're the one who temporarily took charge of the homeless?" Stark strode up to Xiao Miao. "Young, so young, that's great! Are you even an adult yet?"

The results of actual combat cannot be faked, and he had no doubt about Xiao Miao's abilities, which is why he was even more pleasantly surprised.

A mech pilot who is so young and so capable could easily remain active on the front lines for a long time, protecting the security of the Pacific Rim region.

Compared to their European and American counterparts, Asians generally look younger, which is why General Stark's question came out so readily.

"18, you're an adult now." Xiao Miao politely shook hands with the other person, but suddenly smelled a strong stench that hit her face, and immediately put on a mask of pain.

His five senses were more sensitive than those of ordinary people, so he was more acute in his perception of smells. Without a doubt, the source of this stench was General Stark.

Did this thing fall into a latrine before it arrived?

Xiao Miao subconsciously took a half step back, a movement that was noticed by Steker, who grabbed his collar and sniffed, his face showing apology: "Sorry, due to health reasons, I have a strong odor."

"Physical reasons?"

"Nuclear radiation changed everything, including my sweat glands," General Stark said casually.

Recalling the other person's experience, Xiao Miao was immediately filled with respect: "I see, I'm sorry."

The other party sacrificed their life to protect humanity. Xiao Miao would not become such a hero, but he admired such people.

"No need to apologize. I've heard that Asians have a very keen sense of smell. I didn't believe it before, but now I do." Steker laughed, shook hands with Xiao Miao, and then quickly walked over to Raleigh and squatted down.

"Rayle, are you alright, Rayle?"

Raleigh's eyes were vacant. He glanced at Stark and continued looking up at the sky.

Stark immediately waved behind him, and the rescue team ran over, lifted Raleigh onto a stretcher, and transported her into the helicopter to begin the rescue.

Stark turned back to Xiao Miao, his expression serious: "I hope you can join us and become a pilot of the Hunter mechs. Have you been thinking about switching jobs lately?"

Xiao Miao grinned: "Of course, that's why I came here."

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