Following the shabby mecha for over a dozen minutes, Stewart couldn't believe his eyes. Damn it, am I the special soldier or is he the special soldier? Is he the staff officer or am I the staff officer? If this Fatty hadn't trained, in his past life, he must have been a weasel that stole chickens for a long time!
The Sharp Blade Squad members trailing behind Stewart were even more flustered. They didn't have time for anything else, desperately allocating all their speed to the mecha's movements. The shabby mecha ahead made no sound while stealthily moving, its actions as fluid as water, even sneakier than a cat, moving swiftly and lightly. If they still lost track of it, the face of the Fierce Tiger Special Soldier would be utterly lost!
