And what's the first thing a tourist needs to pay attention to when they come here? Quite simple, either hire a freelance mercenary or just stay in the nearby cities. Even the locals don't dare to venture outside the towns, let alone these tourists. If they do go out, they shouldn't stray too far from the Flame Legion. Just imagine if the vehicle breaks down, gets stuck in the mud, or even worse, steps on a landmine or gets struck by lightning. Oh my god, Little Wu didn't even want to think about it any more; she didn't even have a boyfriend yet.

Charlotte asked with concern, "Little Wu, what's wrong? You look so pale."

"Cough, I think I might be dying. Oh, right, Charlotte, did you know that we have already strayed 30 kilometers away from the Flame Legion, a distance not easily scanned by Mechas without using instruments?"

Charlotte didn't quite understand, "And then?"

"And then...?" Little Wu hesitated for a moment, "if we step on a landmine, there won't even be anyone to collect our bodies, and it's already completely dark. Our headlights are like the brightest light bulbs in the night."

"Little Wu, please wake up. Getting struck by lightning is less likely than winning the lottery..." Charlotte tried to comfort Little Wu, who had her eyes glazed over, and placed her hand on Little Wu's forehead to check for fever, afraid that it was serious, and finally sighed deeply!

It must be said that Little Wu's knowledge of military affairs was seriously lacking. Of course, this was also related to the fact that landmines were rarely used in galactic warfare. Generally speaking, landmines have strict conditions for triggering, like those that would detonate under a medium Mecha would have been called 'nuclear' landmines in ancient times, never mind a common jeep, even a light Mecha passing over one would almost certainly not trigger it, unless the light Mecha bore far more weight than its own equipment.

Besides, we're talking about a jeep here. You should know that a jeep weighs only 2-3 tons, and even if you load it up with parts, it might just about reach 4-5 tons max. Aside from the engine and other precision parts, it's basically just an iron shell.

But it's different for Mechas; they are war machines built for combat, with the cheapest model costing upwards of a million. Even if you removed every piece of armor from a light Mecha, its weight might still completely crush a civilian jeep. The tonnage of the two is not on the same scale at all. The disparity in weight is like comparing a mouse stepping on a landmine—no matter how hard the mouse tries, it can't trigger the explosion.

And that's just the light Mechas. Medium and heavily armored Mechas are often dozens or even hundreds of tons. An Apocalypse Tank fully equipped weighs about 300 tons, and super-heavy Mechas are incredibly heavy, often using nuclear or furnace-engined pulse engines to start up. Due to their significant weight, they move very slowly, not to mention air combat capabilities. In truth, such Mechas are like human-shaped fortresses. If Charlotte had to use a term to describe the scene forming in her mind, it would be Gundam, reminiscent of the simple, brawny, and black figures she saw in an anime.

Such humanoid fortresses are not something that can be countered with standard weaponry. Their marksmanship is so clever it's as if it steals the wonders of the heavens; not only are their weak spots hidden, but even their main cannons are not easily breached, let alone the modern era's trend toward lighter laser weapons.

Charlotte actually talked a lot about that kind of knowledge to Little Wu, and as it turned out, Little Wu's fear was purely a case of scaring themselves. On their way, even until they happened upon the Looters, they never encountered any landmines. At first, nobody thought the worst, and Little Wu herself thought it was just boredom. However, this incident also indirectly reflected her strong sense of precaution.

But who could have known that they would run into an unidentified vehicle halfway through their journey, a situation so serious that it was hardly better than stepping on a landmine. When comparing the two incidents, the latter was even worse—after all, stepping on a landmine wouldn't necessarily lead to an explosion, or to put it another way, it was almost impossible. But encountering Looters in the wild might cost them their lives.

Everyone just saw a brilliant flash of light in front of the vehicle that was gone in an instant, and then the whole jeep was immediately surrounded by lights converging from all directions.

Little Wu's heart skipped a beat, and the live streaming room exploded in an instant. Barrages of comments obliterated the view of the broadcast, and anyone with a brain could sense what they had discovered.

"Crap, seems like we've really run into the very Looters we hoped to avoid," said the technician coldly.

"Don't jinx it. Without confirming their identities, any wild guesses are invalid," Little Wu corrected, and for some reason, she seemed less afraid now than just moments before, but her voice became even colder and more serious. Her delicate expression also revealed an unprecedented solemnity.

It was then that people realized Little Wu really could act—perhaps her concern was the most legitimate.

Actually, Little Wu hadn't been overly concerned at first, but her perspective changed after reviewing plenty of data before returning. On the contrary, Mardis was not exactly a harmonious Earth-like planet, and if it were, the Federation would not have tried to quickly stabilize the local order through public welfare performances. On the surface, these seemed like charity events, but in reality, they also conveyed a subliminal message: rice and bread would be provided as long as rules were followed.

However, playing with fire leads to getting burned. This private family history vehicle had clearly left the safety zone. Thinking about it, it was indeed audacious of them to drive with high beams in the uninhabited regions of Mardis after dark.

At this moment, even the camera operator following the car started to panic. The audience in the live stream could hear his voice, which he tried to keep as calm as possible, but obviously, the cameraman was stuttering, "Ha-Hans, Mr. Hans, what do we do now?"

Hans remained unruffled in the face of danger. He propped his chin, looking contemplative for a moment, displaying the temperament of a leader. With the composure of Mount Tai crumbling before him unshaken, he slowly pulled out a communicator and pressed a button, then lit a cigar and leisurely started puffing away...

This...was truly Mr. Hans; he indeed had a backup plan. With just one action, he left everyone dumbfounded for quite a while.

The crowd was unaware of the purpose behind Hans pressing the communicator. Could it be that he had previously hired a jeep and covert soldiers lurking in the shadows, or perhaps private military forces like mercenaries? On Mardis, hiring such forces wasn't challenging, and Polar Village was especially ripe with such underground currents, where one could buy anything with money.

Seeing Hans like this, everyone felt somewhat relieved. After all, if they thought about it clearly, it made sense: Hans was, after all, the largest shareholder of Galactic Warfare, and his net worth was beyond their comparison. How could he not be surrounded by bodyguards? Even if he were foolish, he would not have come this far. On the surface, Hans might seem a bit off or even manic, but on closer inspection, for whom was he being manic? Revenge Shadow Rider—it turned out, Hans was not the only one obsessed with the Revenge Shadow Rider, and with this realization, everyone felt more at ease.

The cameraman finally felt a weight lifted off his shoulders, exhaling deeply—people could clearly hear his breath... and the live streaming room's comments slowed down too, with more inquisitive comments now. At that moment, the cameraman asked Hans the question everyone wanted to know, "Mr. Hans, I didn't expect you to have this up your sleeve. But what was that button for?"

Upon hearing this, Hans slowly opened his eyes, took a leisurely puff of his cigar, and then said faintly, "I've just sent out a distress signal. Given the current situation, all we can do now is leave it to fate."

Damn! With Hans looking so nonchalant, who would have expected such an infuriating response? At that moment, those who heard it started sweating... Petrified were petrified... Was this lunatic playing with them?

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