The generals were anxious, unsure of what Fatty was planning.
"Beep!"
Amidst the chaotic observation room, a clear electronic sound rang out.
The central computer, which had been computing, finally scored Thunderbolt's final comprehensive combat capability. On the screen, the score of eight thousand six hundred and ninety-two exceeded everyone's expectations, yet the anticipated cheers were nowhere to be found.
Everyone was listlessly awaiting.
Soon after, the door to the testing hall opened, and a mecha slowly walked into the hall, standing beside the test model of Thunderbolt.
"Ranger?" Barbara frowned.
Seeing this mecha, designed with Fatty's appearance, everyone's curiosity was immediately piqued.
