Chapter 444: Junker Ball

As the authority of Junkertown, the Queen naturally has a palace of her own.

It's just that this palace is far from as grand as Hammond imagined. It doesn't have the splendor it should have, there are no murals that swallow mountains and rivers, and there are no sculptures of soldiers waiting in battle... All that is left is the simple throne on the steps.

The Queen sat there quietly, with her left arm on the armrest. The tiger head on the front of the armrest showed a bit of kingly aura. She rubbed her chin with her other hand, crossed her legs, and stared at Hammond with interest.

"You...are the wrecking ball?"

After watching for a while, the Queen finally asked Hammond her first question.

On the mecha, Hammond stretched out his upper body and shouted, "Chichijiji," and soon the language translation device inside the mecha translated it into English.

"Wrecking Ball is the nickname given to me by those sick cats. My name is Hammond. Remember, my name is Hammond, not Wrecking Ball."

Although the words spoken by the device were very ugly, spitting out words one after another, and not coherent at all, it did not prevent the Queen from understanding what he meant. The queen nodded and couldn't help but sigh in her heart at the power of this translation device. It could actually translate the language of hamsters. The technology was a bit advanced!

At first, Wrecking Ball said he was going to bring the mecha in, and the Queen was a little worried about his aggressive behavior. Now it seems that the hamster is quite honest, and there is indeed a translation device inside the mecha.

"Wrecking Ball, how did you come to Junkertown? What is your purpose?"

This is the question that the Queen most wants to know the answer to. It is related to whether Junkertown can accept this hamster. If it is dangerous, it is better to send it out.

"I told you my name is Hammond! Forget it, you stupid humans always like to think first."

Hearing this, the Queen frowned, biting her lower lip with her teeth, and slowly clenched her hand into a fist that was gently placed on the armrest.

As Hammond continued to speak, the Queen gradually calmed down her anger. Quan treated him as a child. Even if a hamster's IQ has improved a lot, it is still a teenager at most. It is normal and unnecessary to say wrong things. Be serious with him.

"I come from the Moon's Horizon Base. There was a group of scientists there who experimented on us. Finally, a group of gorillas launched a riot. I followed a gorilla here. What planet is this? I feel very familiar, as if I I was born in this land. As for my purpose... what purpose can I have? I just want to keep my stomach full and survive. There are no towns around, there will definitely be none. I will starve to death if I leave."

"This is Earth."

The Queen thought quickly, analyzing the authenticity of what the Wrecking Ball said.

"Earth, Jiji! I think I should stay here. The climate on the moon is too bad."

The Queen felt that what Wrecking Ball said was most likely true. A hamster becoming like this must have something to do with scientists. As long as he could prove his worth with his strength, it wouldn't be a bad idea to stay.

"Let's do this. If you can win the top three in this mechanical gladiatorial competition, I will allow you to stay in Junker Town."

"Mechanical gladiatorial competition?"

Hammond's original voice had a hint of doubt, but after being translated by the device, it changed its tone. It had no emotion at all, just like a machine, but it was a machine in the first place.

The Queen briefly introduced to him the mechanical gladiatorial competition in the scrap yard. After hearing this, Hammond was eager to try. The winner not only gets a trophy, but also a bonus!

As for other incidental things, such as illusory things such as honor, fame, and popularity, he doesn't care. What is in his hands is real.

Contestants have the right to use all the metals in the scrap yard, and whatever they can transform the mecha into depends on their own mechanical modification skills.

In terms of mechanical modification, Hammond has absolute confidence. He secretly learned a lot of mechanical skills when he was at the "Horizon" lunar base, and he also started researching some gadgets. He made this escape capsule. of.

Therefore, he was confident of winning the championship. The first three requests made by the Queen were trivial to him.

"When does the game start?" Hammond asked.

"tomorrow."

"tomorrow?!"

No matter how surprising Hammond's own tone was, when translated by the device, it was as bland as boiled water.

The queen nodded and said slowly: "So you can go now, go to the scrapyard and improve your mecha. Maybe you will win easily in the first few rounds, but as you get to the back, you will face The stronger the mecha and its pilot are. If you can survive to the end, you will face the previous champion. It is necessary to know the characteristics of the opponent's mecha. Therefore, this is not only a mecha competition, but also a competition. Mecha modification competition.”

"Does it cost money to participate?" Hammond asked a very realistic question.

The queen was amused, but she just grinned slightly, and then returned to her seriousness.

"Money? No, everyone can participate for free, as long as they have their own mecha. You go to the scrapyard, there is a registration point there. Today is the last day for registration. There are still about forty minutes until the end of registration. Hurry up. "

As soon as he finished speaking, Hammond turned into a ball and rolled out.

When we arrived at the scrapyard, we were surrounded by mountains of metal scraps. Among them, a wooden pavilion caught our attention. There was a person sitting inside, leaning on a chair. There was a small stool in front of him, with his legs flat on it. The posture looks very comfortable.

There are many people here searching for the materials they need.

When Hammond came here, those scumbags all cast unfriendly eyes, but Hammond was puzzled. Why did he make himself look like a bad guy who did all kinds of evil? Did I provoke you?

Hammond didn't remember the appearance of those who chased him, but those who had suffered at the hands of Hammond remembered him very well. They wanted to go up and fight him one-on-one now, but later reason overcame impulse.

He couldn't beat him, and fighting one-on-one would only humiliate himself!

The mecha moved its limbs, and Hammond sat on it and came to the outside of the wooden pavilion. The man was snoring, and Hammond jumped down and knocked on the table.

The man was immediately alert, and the moment he saw Hammond, he subconsciously opened his arms, and Hammond quickly jumped back to the mecha.

The person in charge woke up quickly, and the queen seemed to have revoked the bounty order, so it was useless to catch him now.

"Wrecking Ball, you are a wanted criminal in Junker Town. What are you doing here?"

"I was before, but not now. I talked to the Queen, and she asked me to sign up for the Mechanical Gladiator Contest. If I win the top three, I can live here." Hammond always speaks so honestly.

The person in charge of the registration point did not deliberately make things difficult for him. He knew how powerful Wrecking Ball was, and he also knew his duty. Anyone can participate in the Mechanical Gladiator Contest, as long as they have a mecha. Obviously, Wrecking Ball meets all these requirements.

"Competitor's name, participant's age, mecha name."

"Hammond, 14 years old, mecha name..."

Hammond thought for a while, then said: "Since this is Junker's territory, I'll follow the local customs and call myself Junker Ball."

"Registration is complete, you can go. Remember to sign in and draw lots at 7 o'clock tomorrow morning."

Hammond nodded and drove the mecha to the pile of metal scraps. The mecha had little offensive ability and must be improved. Passive beating was not his style.