Luo curled his lips and showed a middle finger to the illusion in his mind: "I want to resurrect your mom and then launch her into the Usoob Bug Nest."
A cara located sowhere was angrily crushed, and the shuttle Luo boarded was hit by an air-to-air missile from a tricky angle. The already faltering shield instantly died out, one engine was swallowed by a fireball, the body shook violently, and then fell into the "abyss" covered by darkness beneath the giant wall, spinning and spewing thick smoke.
The pursuing firepower from behind struck like a storm, continuously tearing apart the armor plates on the shuttle, and puncturing the futilely restarted shield system once more.
The sound of explosions was like being right next to the ear.
Luo’s hand had long since left the control lever, only two chanical limbs were still stabbed into the console. She leaned back, happily saying to the in-cabin broadcast: "Boys — hold tight, we’re going to crash land!"
"I swear I’ll never ride on a shuttle with you again," the Guard Captain said, shaking his head as he pulled out a personal protective fra from under the seat and fitted it onto Luo, "Last ti in Kanlock, when you crash-landed with us, it wasn’t as thrilling."
A smoke-emitting fireball passed through the dust layer of the city, bringing a fearful howl among those gloomy, waterlogged, ancient, and mysterious giant buildings. So deford creatures lurking near the sewage river were startled and ran wildly among ancient ruins. Then, two Cleaner robots unknown when dropped from above erged from the caves, firing warning lights towards the falling fireball, only to be blown into pieces by a few stray missiles.
Yet, the fireball perford a miraculous slowdown above the ruins— it did not directly crash among the broken walls but adjusted its posture with the last bit of power, then contacted the ground amidst an earth-shattering commotion, sliding out hundreds of ters on a piece of dry land.
As soon as it stopped, the cockpit and troop compartnt of the shuttle automatically unlocked, triggering the ergency separation system, blasting the separation bolts on the doors. A few deford armor plates flew into the air.
"Quick, quick, quick! Find cover, take advantageous positions— don’t dawdle!"
A golden-haired figure in a silver-white long dress jumped out from the shuttle, exceedingly excited. She rushed into the troop compartnt, dragging out the still sowhat dazed guard soldiers, shouting as she dragged.
As everyone detached from the shuttle, which seed ready to explode at any mont, and had just steadied themselves near the ruins, an unsettling chanical footstep broke the peace at the city bottom.
Several black-painted, automatically ard tactical walking machines erged from nearby ancient buildings, their red lights flashing on the heads, and they began pouring ammunition towards Luo’s direction relentlessly.
This was within Luo’s expectations.
Right, Old Qiao is a cautious person, the ending of "aircraft crash" where no corpse is visible is not enough to set his mind at ease.
Just wondering how many people he could gather in a hurry for this ambush.
The guard soldiers reacted just before those walking machines appeared, the mont the enemy showed up, they began to retaliate with their weapons. After the brief exchange, the soldiers, led by the Guard Captain, began to escort their boss into the depths of the ruins— Luo, though ntally exhilarated, wasn’t about to laugh manically like in the movies and gain an 8000 boost to offense and defense. She knew she couldn’t beat Old Qiao’s n head-on, so she swiftly darted into the chaotic ancient buildings at the city’s bottom.
But the tactical walking machines equipped with advanced detection devices soon locked onto this small group. They paved their way with firepower, quickly following into those waterlogged, crumbling ancient streets.
Then, a large number of Black Dot Group soldiers in black combat uniforms erged from various places, starting to seal off all the exits to the ruins.
Heavy dust clouds blanketed the neighborhood, towering buildings forming a "giant wall" like steep cliffs standing over the ruins, weak sunlight unable to penetrate the dust, and the bottom of this giant wall seed shrouded in eternal darkness.
A dozen Black Dot tactical squads, with walking machines at their core, cautiously traversed the waterlogged ancient streets. They turned on lights and cranked all sorts of detectors to full power, wary of any movent in this place abandoned by civilization.
The orders from above were to pursue the corporate traitor nad "Luo," and if found, capture alive if possible. If resistance was fierce, kill.
The target was isolated and alone, with only five soldiers around, although all elite but not very threatening.
This dark, abandoned city is even more dangerous than those pitiable wretches.
"This is Squad Three, we’ve entered Area A... The target’s signal disappeared just now, very strange... The surrounding atmosphere isn’t right."
"The walking machine just detected a fast-moving target! Wait, the target disappeared..."
"Everyone, stay alert... this place is peculiar."
A Black Dot tactical squad suddenly stopped in the depths of the street, the squad leader raised a hand, making a ready stance.
A figure appeared in the darkness, the light focused on, the soldiers confusedly looked at the target.
A girl in a white sleeping dress, hair slightly curly naturally, looking only fifteen or sixteen, stood alone in the clearing ahead.
The girl carried a sowhat old rabbit doll, with a sleepy expression, furrowed her brows in the light.
She gave a huge yawn, her face carried a perpetual drowsiness.
The squad leader imdiately raised his gun, finger pressing the trigger — no inquiries, no daring approach, no need for any fire confirmation. They were cloned soldiers trained by the Black Dot Group, eliminating any potentially threatening target in a mission was their code of conduct, let alone, in this dangerous abandoned place, a girl standing with a toy bear in the deserted street itself is an extre danger signal.
Clone soldiers wouldn’t carry candy and toys in their pockets.
Yet, in the instant soldiers’ minds began to flare the intent to fire, a powerful, irresistible drowsiness washed over each of them.
They even felt they had never slept peacefully all life long— just at this mont, closing eyes, imrsing in dreams beca the only thing they wished to do.
The squad leader struggled twice, seemingly trying to press a button on the communicator, but his warning shout into the microphone quickly lded into a prolonged breath, followed by slight snoring.
Rustling sounds erged from the combat suits of the Black Dot soldiers, they stood silently in place while the seams of their suits were propped open from inside. Thriving thorns sprouted from their masks, cuffs, seams, swiftly covering their bodies, blooming clusters of countless bright flowers — even the nearby walking machine lowered its muzzle, with thorns and oil-stained flowers slowly growing from its armor as the internal crew fell asleep, eventually rging with the dozen Black Dot soldiers on site into a rose thicket.
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