Royce beca a real-life human rocket!
As an experintal self-developed Linear Fra, the Vortex Gang obviously noticed the impact of this equipnt on reaction speed and flexibility.
Moreover, compared to mature technologies, the probability of this Linear Fra locking up was extrely high, so the developers simply set an "ergency stop button."
Once this ergency stop button was triggered, all personal links would disconnect, and the Linear Fra would instantly beco an ejection device!
The Linear Fra’s thighs snapped together quickly, the imnse force squealing against Royce’s Titanium Skeleton and propelling him into the sky, a shell smashing into the equipnt—
It looked just like a rocket blasting off!
Boom!
Royce crashed against the already-twisted wall and fell down under the force of gravity, landing heavily on the ground, both of his enhanced legs trembling!
"Eyes of Golden Fla" Prosthetics flickered at this mont, and he didn’t pause, forcefully jumping to take cover in the ruins.
"Hahahahaha!" Brick peeked out from behind the blown-up car, clutching his gun and laughing wildly, "You fat fuck! Stunned, aren’t ya! Hit the motherfucker!"
Royce, hiding in the ruins, roared, "Where the fuck is everyone! Co out, goddamnit!"
Under Royce’s cries and calls, the deford and twisted warehouse once again exploded with the sa dense ammunition, three more Linear Fras stepping out from the burning debris!
The dense bullets all struck the Centaur cha’s Big Shield, Brick’s extrely light-sensitive Eyes of Golden Fla imdiately capturing the surge of energy on the shield’s surface!
This shield was indeed badass, but every material has its limits!
He imdiately jumped into the car, calling his boys to control the ard vehicle’s heavy machine gunfire!
The scene montarily turned into an extravagant shootout of heavy firepower!
The glow of gunfla illuminated the nearby ruined and abandoned factory, and if anyone looked down on this city from on high, they would see the battle here shining like the sun, so conspicuous in the rundown Watson North District!
The orange-yellow flashes easily outshone the factory’s cool-colored lighting, and the formidable glow was visible from several blocks away!
Brick’s Vortex Gang took control of the cars outside the warehouse, slowly getting in motion, and quickly suppressed the firepower from Royce’s group—
Aboard the Centaur cha, Jostar’s newly installed "Eyes of Golden Fla" still flowed with blood, sharing his companions’ vision, allowing him to see the world through the huge, red-hot shield:
He saw the madness on Brick’s face, the anger on Royce’s, the fear and excitent on the faces of the soldiers on both sides... It was like a silent play.
[Shield overheating significantly, at risk of bursting.]
[Prescribed combat behavior changing.]
[Plasma Gun charging, preparing for a desperate strike.]
The sound of bullets against the shield, the explosions, and the roar of machine guns drowned out everything else, forming the background music of this silent play—
He suddenly thought of the Vortex Gang’s legendary nightclub: Dance of Death, also the very place he was assaulting.
The Vortex Gang’s proud heavy tal music wildly blared, amplified through speakers and reaching several blocks away, causing even the hearts of passersby to pulsate!
The heavy tal music, complained about by nearby citizens, misinterpreted by the average person, considered brainless music by the mainstream, was seen by the Vortex Gang as true music!
He had once been one of those ordinary citizens, but now, he was a Vortex Gang mber!
For him, this was real music!
He suddenly understood why the Vortex Gang was obsessed with heavy tal music, and this was indeed the most hardcore of heavy tal!
His reactions were sowhat slow, almost dragged along by the Centaur cha’s preset combat mode.
But his nerves were excited!
Finally, more sounds joined this symphony—
It was the high-pitched noise of the Plasma Gun’s rails charging to their limit!
The entire barrel turned red-hot, the Plasma Gun’s rails continuously charging, the accumulating energy exceeding rated values, surpassing the limits of engineering firepower, the vibration frequency also getting out of control, covering an ever-widening frequency band—
[Charging... calculating counterstrike window...]
Jostar’s cochlea began to bleed, the blood dripping down his cheeks, vaporized by the temperature emitted from the Plasma Gun in midair!
[Firing window indicator light...]
The firing window indicator light turned green, the HUD’s firing window completely changed to green!
All of Jostar of the Vortex Gang’s nerves pulsed with electric currents, agony and euphoria coexisting, and in the last mont before total deafness, his body firmly morized this last note of the Dance of Death!
Hum—
The last note was the distorted sound of cannon fire!
The Centaur cha flung the red-hot shield in its hand through the air, which then exploded mid-flight!
The cannon shell, far exceeding its rated power, blasted out, the nearly 100% plasmatic jet no longer maintaining the shape of a shell, resembling a giant Light Saber!
From above, this Light Saber swept out a near 40-degree arc!
Cars, firearms, Linear Fras, and human bodies were wiped out—
Boom!
Explosions reached the sky!
The factory completely collapsed!
On the ground lay scorched earth left by the trailing particles that failed to reach speed.
The scene quieted down.
Thump.
The Plasma Gun of the Centaur cha, still spitting flas and sparks, detached under the protective chanism, falling to the ground.
Brick’s face showed shock before he was the first to jump out of the car!
He leaped in front of the sowhat diminished Centaur cha and wildly called out to Jostar, waving his arms:
"Fuck , brother, that was fucking badass! Fucking badass, brother!"
Jostar’s mouth trembled involuntarily, trembling into a smile. The red glow in his Eyes of Golden Fla flickered on and off, just like a stereotypical Vortex Gang mber.
Gone was that brain-dead look, the duality of wanting to be in a gang while keeping the good boy image at ho.
"I... I’m gonna be... Haha, I’m gonna be the boss..."
"You’re already the fucking boss..."
Ellis Carter, Brick’s good brother, was the second to jump out of the car, his face flushed with excitent. Just as he was about to say sothing, he suddenly caught sight of sothing leaping out of the ruins already engulfed in flas!
His Si Anweisitan imdiately activated!
"Brick, you dumbass!"
Ti slowed down!
Carter saw sothing flying over indeed!
It was a person!
This person moved incredibly fast, so much so that even in his Third Level Si Anweisitan world, the figure was almost leaving afterimages!
He barely made out that it was a woman!
The woman’s body was almost entirely prosthetic, and fit seamlessly together—without a doubt, top-tier prosthetics.
But the surface of the top-tier prosthetics was alive with chaotic electrical arcs signaling instability.
Behind her, the air distorted slightly, the temperature extrely high, as if it was a kind of gas-ejecting acceleration prosthetic system...
She lifted her bladed legs high, like an arrow aiming at...
Aiming a kick at Jostar!
Brick had activated his Si Anweisitan just as the first syllable left Carter’s mouth. The two brothers began to move in the world of Ti Stop, trying to block the woman—
Brick stood on the Centaur cha, slowly adjusting the aim of his Sadara Shotgun, and pulled the trigger.
Carter’s enhanced tendons slowly drew to their limit, cracks began forming on the ground.
These actions were quick, theoretically quick.
But relative to this woman, to Zalia’s diving and reaction speed, they could only be considered slow.
With her muscles contracting, her posture straightened out slowly in mid-air, her two bladed legs rotating to face the barrel with the blades.
The Sadara magnetic rail was fully charged, and the projectiles fired, striking the blades unevenly, propelling Zalia’s lower body with imnse force.
Then, using that force, she sorsaulted in the air, just inverting herself over Carter’s hand, her head brushing against Carter’s—
Her body continued to flip forward, stretching her legs firmly, and as she passed over the Centaur cha, they finally returned beneath her.
Then the blades rotated, turning into hooks, and forcefully punctured through the gap of the Centaur cha and into Jostar’s collarbone, cutting through bone and piercing the chest.
Splat!
Blood surged forth!
In the blink of an eye, both the Sadara and fists missed their mark, and Carter and Brick saw only blood splattering.
Zalia’s bladed legs were still descending through Jostar’s body, sinking about 3cm before stopping upon hitting a part of the Centaur cha.
She stood there, leveraging that point.
It was exactly at this mont that Royce, his hand feeling the dent in his head, supported himself on a concrete block to erge from the ruins.
A smile had just blossod on his face when the battle situation changed again:
[Major damage, locking onto exoskeleton.]
The Centaur cha suddenly locked, trapping the blade, and both Brick and Carter counterattacked with a backhand!
Zalia, with one leg trapped, found her movents hindered, her Mantis Blade barely springing out was no match for the speed of the Vortex Gang’s two brothers—
Bang!
A punch and a kick brutally hit Zalia’s body, sending her flying, and the ch was also severed.
Brick and Carter imdiately hopped back into the car, faces a mix of shock and rage, and roared loudly:
"Drive! Royce, you’re dead at! None of your people are getting out alive!"
[Recipient: Mysterious Hero]
[Brick: Bring on sothing tougher! Can we connect the Si Anweisitan to the cha?]
[Brick: And the arms, whatever you can get, I want it all! Deliver to or the people in these places, I’ll take it!]
[Recipient: Warehouse]
[Brick: Bring over the remaining chas!!!]
The car sped away, while Zalia wobbly stood up and leaped onto a building, chasing the disappearing convoy into the night sky.
As Royce was still sorting out the prosthetic system issues, ssages kept coming:
[Vortex Gang underling: Boss! Soone attacked the pharmaceutical plant... Boom!]
[Vortex Gang underling: Fuck!]
[Vortex Gang underling: We can’t hold them off!]
Royce was equally infuriated, his entire being still reeling from the close call of being blown up by that cannon shot!
Both sides were at their boiling points!
"You think I’ll let you off?!"
[Recipient: Anthony]
[Royce: That old bastard used your motherfucking Centaur cha!]
[Royce: Fuck you!]
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