The flying speed of a Floating Car can exceed 400 km/h, allowing it to reach any location in the city center almost instantaneously.
Just as David had wheeled his mother into the room, he heard the sound of a Floating Car’s engine coming from the top of the Skyscraper.
The car descended onto the sixth-floor balcony like a diving elevator:
The interior of H4 Skyscraper featured a light well, which also served as the location for the residents’ corridors.
The car parked around the balcony, and the Floating Car’s intelligent lighting marked a no-entry zone in front of the door. Several fully-ard trauma team mbers with guns jumped down and quickly moved to Dyes’ side, pulling out various ergency dical equipnt.
All kinds of hormones, nutrients, and ergency dications were injected, and finally, a multifunctional pacemaker was placed on his chest and wires were inserted into his prosthetics...
Beep—
Zap!
Dyes woke up from the darkness.
The trauma team had revived his consciousness through ergency aid.
A helt he had seen countless tis before appeared before his eyes, worn over a trauma team uniform just like the one he owned.
The various hormones and nutrient fluids injected suddenly revitalized him, but only one thing occupied his mind—
"Save her! You must save her first! We are on duty..."
"The woman is not a client, take him first."
The cold words abruptly jolted Dyes awake.
Perhaps the stimulants they injected were taking effect, making his mind extrely clear in an instant:
Right, neither of them were mbers of the trauma team...
But why...
If what Kaneke had said was true, they should have co to rescue Kaneke, but why were they administering ergency aid to him?
And where was Kaneke? Had he run away?
His colleague offered an explanation.
"Welco to the one-ti rescue service, Mr. Dyes Franqi. The fuel costs, dical expenses, and any potential costs incurred from fighting will be borne by you..."
Kaneke had not only used their money to buy trauma team services for himself but had also called for ergency aid.
Then he could also buy one-ti ambulance service for Petro!
But when he looked at his account balance...he found he was completely broke!
"No no no... no! You have to save her! We are also trauma team mbers; we are here on official duty!"
"Official rescues are a matter for other departnts; the company does not arrange for such services.
If you are part of the company, you know which procedures to follow for ergency aid: either pay up or wait to die."
The paradics quickly lifted him, and Dyes, slightly tilted, saw Petro on the ground.
As they lifted him up, Petro also moved out of the mosaic area of vision, displaying fourteen gunshot wounds, each bleeding.
Kaneke was an excellent senior commissioner, not only skilled in combat but also in ergency aid.
Petro’s condition was certain death without aid, and that within a minute or two.
So Dyes also went mad; he didn’t know where the strength ca from, but he suddenly sat up from the stretcher, grabbing his colleague, and then threw himself to the ground!
He was the rescue subject, and if he didn’t cooperate, they might change their plan to complete the rescue!
Dyes flipped off the stretcher, and the person carrying it imdiately embraced him.
However, this action complicated the rescue: after all, if the rescue subject suddenly beca uncooperative or even suicidal, they had to adjust their strategy.
So the rescuer imdiately reached out to inject a sedative—
Dyes obviously knew what he was planning, but as an injured man, movent was hard enough, let alone finding the strength to resist?
He and Petro were just ordinary friends—he hoped to take it further, and he felt it was going well.
But now, it was over.
Desperation leads to radical thoughts, which can give rise to many violent and dark ideas.
For a mont, he wished that these cold, corporate bastards would all die, or experience a scene like this...
And his thoughts soon beca reality!
Bullets flew like rain, tracing a slight arc in the air, and struck directly at the side of the rescue personnel!
The ones carrying the stretcher and the one preparing to inject them with a sedative were hit by bullets and imdiately collapsed!
The two trauma teams responsible for vigilance instantly reacted the mont they saw the muzzle flash, bullets hit their combat armor, and they imdiately turned their guns—
"Enemy sighted!"
And this enemy knew their procedures exceptionally well!
Kaneke’s shooting ca from the first-aid side, shooting while using all his strength to approach the rescue area!
Smart bullets were challenging to penetrate this combat armor from a distance, but he could fight at close range!
Si Anweisitan activated, ti stretched, and in Kaneke’s eyes, only the last two people remained:
The first wave of the trauma team consisted of five people, a driver, a dic, two junior combatants, and a senior officer.
Only the senior officer was equipped with Si Anweisitan prosthetics.
Now, there was one senior officer and one junior officer left, so he had to eliminate the junior officer first.
As Kaneke advanced, he completed a magazine change, leaving his large back armor to the senior officer, his gun firmly aid at the last junior officer—
All throughout, the senior officer’s targeting fra stayed normally locked, all on unarmored non-lethal zones!
But the area available for him to lock onto was becoming less and less!
The velocity of smart bullets wasn’t fast, but trying to bypass from the back and hit vulnerabilities at such close range would result in too low of an accuracy!
Low accuracy could lead to stray bullets, and zones that might cause fatal injuries to the employer would be removed from the lock!
In the end, all he could target was a tiny area, and he couldn’t overdo it!
anwhile, the targeting fra in the eyes of the other junior officer began to waver:
The lock algorithm of the smart link was related to multiple dinsions of data, and if his reaction couldn’t keep up with the target’s speed, the accuracy would considerably drop unless he could adjust the lock algorithm on the fly.
But he couldn’t do it! His skills didn’t support this, neither did his prosthetics or software!
This was a specially tailored weapon system for the trauma team by Kantao, not custom-made for an individual!
Combined with Kaneke’s employer’s identity, his gun started to jam!
Pop pop pop pop—
Gunshots rang out, bullets penetrated flesh and armor, and the junior officer’s body was riddled with several blood holes, including bullets that slipped through the gap between armor and helt.
A bullet directly passed through the chin into the brain, virtually killing him instantly.
The junior officer staggered backward, clutching his body.
Kaneke also suffered, having been hit by several shots in non-lethal areas on his back.
The battle moved to the next rhythm point: both he and the senior officer had exhausted a magazine.
And it was the trauma team combatants’ practice to imdiately change magazines and continue using smart weapons for fire suppression.
As the deceased junior officer began to lean backward, both individuals started changing their magazines simultaneously.
Theoretically, Kaneke was at a disadvantage: because he had to turn around to shoot, while the senior officer only needed to finish loading the magazine and pull the trigger imdiately.
Furthermore, both were using a Si Anweisitan: Kantao’s latest manufactured Qian replacent model 5 "Reality Distortion," aning there wasn’t much difference in speed.
But in reality...
Kaneke was faster, significantly faster.
The senior officer was greatly shocked.
Fortunately, turning around was such a big motion that when both hands drew magazines into their weapons, finishing the magazine swap, Kaneke had just turned his head...
The unexpected happened at that mont.
The aiming square in the eyes of the senior officer suddenly turned red—
Kaneke was not just turning around; he was moving his head towards the gun’s muzzle!
The submachine gun jamd!!!
Click.
Kaneke’s gun was pressed under the officer’s chin.
Pop pop pop—
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