155: Chapter 155 The Battle to Defend the Moon is Actually a One-Sided Beating

That combat boot covered in heavy alloy armor, carrying enough kinetic energy to crush everything, stomped down hard.

Kicking up a cloud of grayish-white moon dust.

However.

The sensation underfoot was wrong.

Steve didn't feel the sensation of flesh and blood bursting; instead, it was like stepping into a puff of air.

"Huh?"

He instinctively looked down.

The yellow ball that had been lying there was gone, he didn't know when.

In its place was an afterimage streaking through the vacuum like golden lightning.

"Too slow."

Although he couldn't understand beast language, Steve clearly read a sense of mockery from the trajectory of that afterimage.

The next second.

A hair-raising energy fluctuation exploded above their heads without warning.

There was no sound.

In the vacuum of the moon, thunder could not propagate, but that didn't mean the lightning didn't exist.

Steve looked up abruptly.

Through his helmet visor, he saw the scene that made him doubt his life the most.

That yellow "mouse" wearing a miniature spacesuit was floating in mid-air. It had its two short, chubby arms crossed over its chest, and the red sacs on its cheeks were glowing like two miniature supernovae.

It opened its mouth and roared silently:

"Pika—chu—!!"

"Zzz—boom!!!"

A blue-white high-voltage arc, thick enough to be outrageous, instantly pierced the void.

It didn't strike directly at any person.

Instead, as if it had eyes, it bypassed everyone's heads and slammed fiercely into their only path of retreat behind them—the [Shadow] lunar module.

"Crackle—"

The lightning, like a dragon, instantly pierced the ship's electronic shield.

That stealth ship, which cost billions of dollars and represented the highest technology of the Eagle, didn't even let out a fart before its internal circuits instantly fused under the impact of this terrifying bio-electricity.

Sparks flew, and black smoke rolled.

Although they couldn't hear the explosion, seeing the indicator lights on the rear of the ship go out instantly made the hearts of all the agents go cold.

There was no going back.

This was cutting off their retreat!

"Damn it! Fire! Open fire!"

Steve roared hysterically in the communication channel, "That's a bio-weapon! S-class! Don't treat it like a mouse!"

Six agents raised their guns simultaneously.

However.

Before they could pull the trigger, the yellow lightning had already moved.

This time, it was no longer a ranged mage.

It transformed into a melee assassin.

Leveraging the low gravity of the moon, which is only one-sixth of Earth's, Pikachu's movement became eerie and unpredictable. It gave a light kick on a rock, and its whole body, like a golden rubber ball, instantly catapulted into the middle of this group of clumsy armored infantry.

"Bang!"

A muffled sound shook one team member's brain through bone conduction.

Pikachu delivered an "Iron Headbutt" that slammed hard into an agent's helmet.

The special bulletproof glass instantly cracked, and the team member felt the world spinning, flying backward like a pin hit by a bowling ball.

"Here! It's on my back!"

Another team member screamed in terror, trying to reach out and grab it.

But Pikachu was as flexible as a loach.

It slid down the team member's mechanical arm, and its iconic lightning-shaped tail, gleaming with metallic luster like a steel whip, lashed fiercely at the opponent's exoskeleton joint.

"Snap!"

"Zzz-zzz-zzz—"

The high-voltage electricity carried on its tail drilled through the joint gaps into the power system.

"Warning! Servo motor overload! System paralyzed!"

The team member's power armor locked up instantly, and he stiffened into an iron statue, falling straight into the lunar soil and kicking up a cloud of dust.

"What the hell is this?!"

Steve was losing his mind.

This wasn't a battle at all; it was a one-sided mockery!

That mouse was too fast, too flexible!

And the power armor they were so proud of was like a clumsy turtle shell in front of it.

What was even worse—

"Zzz—"

As Pikachu darted through the crowd, the high-voltage charges constantly spilling from its body were indiscriminately destroying everyone's electronic equipment.

"Captain! My HUD has gone black!"

"My oxygen supply system is alarming! The fan has stopped!"

"My leg won't move! The hydraulic rod has melted!"

In just half a minute.

Six fully armed top agents were like toy soldiers with their power cut off, lying on the ground in disarray.

Some were twitching, others were frantically tapping on malfunctioning control panels.

Only Steve was still barely standing.

But the gun in his hand was already ruined; its internal electronic firing module had been completely fried.

He panted heavily, looking ahead through his static-filled visor.

Ten meters away.

That yellow "demon" landed lightly on a rock.

It patted its little hands as if disgusted that touching these people had dirtied its gloves. Then, it turned around and tilted its head at Steve.

The expression on its face was extremely rich.

Thirty percent disdain, thirty percent mockery, and forty percent of "Is that it?" indifference.

"Pika?"

It spread its hands.

As if to say: Is that all? I haven't even warmed up yet.

Steve's hands were shaking like he had Parkinson's.

At this moment, he finally understood why Jiang Chen dared to remove all defenses.

Because it wasn't needed at all.

With this mouse here, this Moon Base was an impregnable fortress!

"Devil... this is a devil..."

Steve looked at that cute, deadly little face, and his psychological defense line completely collapsed.

He threw away the rifle in his hand that had become scrap metal.

He remembered before coming here, his superior had sworn that this was just a simple "rat-catching operation."

Simple?

This was a damn suicide mission!

"Zzz-zzz—"

Pikachu seemed somewhat dissatisfied that he hadn't fallen yet.

It jumped off the rock and walked toward Steve step by step. With every step, the arc on its cheeks grew brighter, and those big eyes flashed with a dangerous light of "should I give him another hit?"

"Don't... don't come over..."

Steve took two steps back, his legs went weak, and he sat on the ground with a thud.

He looked at the little thing that was only as high as his knee and felt fear from the depths of his soul.

How was this Pikachu?

This was clearly Thor, the God of Thunder, wearing a cute skin!

"I... I surrender!"

Steve raised his hands, his voice filled with a crying tone; even though no one could hear him in the vacuum, he shouted desperately:

"Don't shock me! Whatever you do, don't shock me!"

"I have elderly parents and young children! I don't want to turn into charcoal yet!"

Watching this special forces captain, who had been arrogant just a moment ago, now shivering like a terrified elementary school student who had wet his pants.

Pikachu stopped.

It glanced at Steve's pathetic state with disdain and retracted the lightning on its face.

"Chu~"

It sighed and shook its head.

The look in its eyes was like looking at non-recyclable trash.

Boring.

Not a single one could fight.

It turned around, leaving Steve with a round back, and hopped toward the airlock of the Moon Base.

There, its master was waiting for it with a ham sausage.

Compared to shocking people, eating was more important.