It's 20%-30% slower than the users of Sianwistan, but the armor thickness is more than an order of magnitude higher, and there's an absolute disparity in power. If the user of Sianwistan is slightly careless and gets hit, it's basically a dead end...
Especially when facing ordinary soldiers, Hansen thought, if Bennett wears this armor to deal with ordinary Netherworld Dog troops, even if there are similar Minotaur drones, along with various automated turrets, and vehicle-mounted machine gun defensive positions.
Bennett could directly go in and take out twenty or thirty by hand—if you can't break the defense, are not resilient, and are slower than the opponent, your only chance of victory might lie in someone being able to precisely target the relatively weak head armor and joint areas...
But ordinary Netherworld Dogs don't have this combat proficiency; this is something that elite soldiers could do.
And how many elite soldiers would it take to stack up against such an Armored Warrior? Not to mention, this thing can also be equipped with various heavy firepower!
If there's one round of remote micro-missile bombardment mounted on the back, followed by sustained suppression from shoulder cannons and heavy machine guns that can be loaded by hand, once close to the front, it can turn two into pancakes with a single punch...
Hansen shook his head and said, "That's enough, Bennett."
"No, I want to try a bit more! Give me a few live targets, drones or whatever!" Bennett, however, was still excitedly flying around the range, holding the machine gun and bombarding the target furiously, until the target was shredded, he didn't stop.
"Bennett!" Hansen frowned, and only then did Bennett reluctantly stop his actions, walked to Hansen's side, and handed the smoking, hot machine gun to a nearby Netherworld Dog.
"Got it, boss." He seemed to have a look of regret.
Hansen directly said, "Turn off your Brain-Computer Interface."
"What? I feel... there's no need, I don't feel any burden right now, I think that kid is just exaggerating, when I first drove the Demon Lizard, I operated it for a full two hours!
My training partner threw up all over the vehicle, and I could still run five kilometers afterward!" Bennett said somewhat unwillingly, but as Hansen's gaze turned cold, he obediently took off his helmet.
However, just after removing his helmet, Bennett suddenly seemed a bit unaccustomed, his head hurt intensely, and he rubbed his head, looking puzzled. "Wow, the aftereffects are this severe?"
The headache wasn't just it. The key was that he could feel the Battle Armor and his body seemingly playing independently, this feeling of once being one, now turning into two separate entities.
It made him feel as if he suddenly lost an arm and a leg, uncomfortable.
His whole body felt a bit itchy, as if something was missing.
"Take off the armor, go see a doctor for a comprehensive examination." Hansen's face turned grim, decisively ordering Bennett to see a doctor.
And Bennett wasn't foolish, wearing the helmet only made him feel excited, energetic, thrilled, but the abnormal situation after taking off the helmet made him realize the dangerous aspects of this armor.
More than the simple headache, he was concerned about the feeling akin to a 'withdrawal reaction'.
He had only heard similar stories from certain fighter pilots, supposedly some pilots who used brain-computer interfaces extensively would suddenly have a mental lapse and leap off a high-rise.
Because they think they can fly—mistakenly viewing the plane's ability to fly as their inherent ability.
Bennett keenly noticed that his current feeling seemed somewhat similar, as he walked he constantly wanted to activate the propulsion device on his back...
This was just a mere few minutes of a test flight!
"Not quite right, boss." Bennett issued his evaluation.
Hansen nodded with a cold face, then went back to the research lab without saying a word, staring at the dark screen, he said coldly, "Director Mercer, I need an explanation."
"What explanation?" Mercer replied, while at the same time the screen lit up, and he appeared back on the display.
"Bennett has extensive operational experience, rich in insights of driving vehicles using brain nerves directly, yet he still experienced neural overload and suspected psychological issues due to your armor.
I need an explanation—don't use the excuse of your man being special to brush me off, I know very well what the standard is for normal human neural load!"
Hansen demanded with a stern face.
Mercer merely showed a cold demeanor, scoffing, "How about this, I'll come to your base right now, and personally operate your armor in front of you for twenty minutes.
If everything is normal with me, then you will approve an additional five hundred thousand in funding for equipment and do not restrict the usage and categories of the equipment, how does that sound?"
Hansen looked at him coldly, "I know you've been playing tricks on me."
"Wow~ you actually figured it out~" Mercer replied in an exaggerated tone, but in the design workshop, everyone was too scared to make a sound.
Watching Hansen's darkened face through the camera, Mercer said bluntly, "You got the thing, you've seen its effects, it's just a prototype, large neural load is normal.
If you can't handle it, maybe it's due to your own reasons, have you been slacking off all these years, not training properly, not exercising your brain enough...
If you don't want this armor, give it to me, my people are still lining up to use it."