Team Five had a specialized mag-lev vehicle that looked ordinary on the outside but was equipped with various expensive devices on the inside, capable of performing full-body nanocleaning on team mbers to eliminate any risk of contamination.
The driver, Old Li, was a retired field operative who had lost half of his skull and his left hand in a battle seven years ago. The bureau treated him well, outfitting him with mainstream-level cybernetic prosthetics. His left middle finger was actually a miniature high-explosive missile.
Besides driving, Old Li also served as remote firepower support for Team Five.
After boarding the vehicle, Marcus handed Chen Gu a flat box. "This is from the Chief. He said it’s a loan for now, and you absolutely must return it."
Puzzled, Chen Gu opened the box and found three throwing knives neatly arranged inside.
"Fire Banner?" Chen Gu recognized them at a glance, a flicker of puzzlent in his heart.
Marcus smiled but offered no explanation. With a major battle imminent, Chen Gu didn’t have ti to dwell on it and clipped the knives to the exterior of his combat suit.
The vehicle arrived on a street outside the building when suddenly, a massive explosion erupted. A huge plu of black smoke billowed from the structure.
"Sothing’s happened!"
"Get out, move!"
The vehicle door slid open with a CLATTER, and the special service team agents leaped out, their landings creating six large craters in the ground with heavy THUDS. Then, their powerful physical enhancents kicking in, they charged towards the building.
After they launched themselves out, the six craters deepened.
Old Li executed a sharp drift with the vehicle, bringing it to a hover at the side. He quickly retrieved an iron box from beneath the driver’s seat. Integrating it with the vehicle, a large cannon barrel extended from the chassis, transforming it into a floating remote firepower support platform. Its targeting and locking system then rapidly scanned the building’s vicinity, quickly identifying several targets.
Around the building, debris from the explosion was scattered everywhere. People scread and fled in all directions. So, injured in the blast, lay on the ground crying out in pain as fresh blood gushed from their wounds.
A large hole had been blasted into one side of the building’s wall. Three illegally modified humans shattered the remaining glass and leaped down from over ten stories up.
KLANG! KLANG! KLANG! Their powerful cybernetic components shifted, weapons arming.
The three fanned out, covering each other. One of them, towering three ters tall, had his entire body below the neck replaced with bulky tal components, leaving only his original head. The contrast was jarring.
He was clad in ancient scale armor, with four tal banners protruding from his back like an opera perforr’s flags, their sharp tips and edges glinting coldly!
Welded to his left arm was a six-barrel rotary cannon, while his right arm sported a massive five-clawed chain blade.
Each claw could be electromagnetically launched and flexibly controlled.
The second was an arachnoid cyborg, even larger than the armored one. Each of its spider-like legs stretched five ters, resembling terrifying lances, and a small cannon was mounted on either side of its torso!
The third was a chemically-augnted human, injected with so illicit Gene-modifying Drug. He roared, transforming into a creature over two ters tall—half-man, half-bear—covered in thick black fur, with razor-sharp claws and imnse strength.
The action team monitoring the building’s vicinity responded first. One after another, bulletproof mag-lev vehicles sped to the scene. Team mbers disembarked, took up positions, and unleashed a barrage of advanced weaponry at the three, filling the air with a cacophony of gunfire.
The mutant roared, forcefully slamming his fists on the ground, and cracks spiderwebbed out from his feet. Physical bullets struck him but couldn’t penetrate his hide and muscle; they rely ricocheted off with PINGS! and PANGS!, bouncing onto the pavent.
Even the energy bullets did nothing more than scorch his fur, failing to inflict any real damage.
The armored cyborg, however, laughed maniacally, utterly fearless of the incoming fire. His scale armor possessed astonishing defensive power. He abruptly swiveled his rotary cannon, its barrels spinning with a WHIRR. A hailstorm of BANG! BANG! BANG! small-caliber shells hamred the action team, instantly engulfing their position in a sea of fire and inflicting heavy casualties.
The arachnoid cyborg’s speed was unbelievable. In what seed like a re blur, it crossed a hundred ters and landed among the action team. A swift sweep of its long, deadly legs impaled several team mbers, their bodies left dangling!
The action team was routed almost as soon as the engagent began.
Amidst the mutant’s roars, the armored cyborg’s mad laughter, the arachnoid cyborg’s eerie chittering, the civilians’ terrified screams, and the agonized cries of the wounded action team mbers—suddenly, a grand and sonorous symphony erupted from within the building!
These sounds mingled, creating a bizarre and terrifying atmosphere that instilled profound fear in everyone present.
From the gaping, smoke-filled hole in the building, a figure erged. He moved with light, graceful steps, perfectly in ti with the symphony’s rhythm, seemingly lost in the music.
Chen Gu and his team had already arrived. They recognized him at a glance. "Park Sanyi!"
Park Sanyi’s deanor at that mont was completely unlike his usual self. He was no longer the inconspicuous building maintenance worker. He wore an expensive tailcoat, his beard was cleanly shaven, and his hair was slicked back with glossy pomade.
He exuded the air of an upper-class gentleman.
His dance steps were flamboyant as he lost himself in the music. He danced until the piece concluded, then ca to a poised stop and bowed to all sides.
"Thank you all for coming. I am Isaiah, the Angel Envoy of True Knowledge Sin. Welco to my theater. What you’ve just seen was rely the warm-up act; now, please enjoy our... grand performance!"
Park Sanyi was just an alias. He was, in fact, an Angel Envoy!
With a jubilant cry, he spread his arms wide. Behind him, from the 300th floor of the skyscraper upwards, a series of explosions erupted one after another. Loud KABOOMS! echoed as shattering glass rained down, scattering across the sky.
The cries of terror around grew louder.
Isaiah looked very pleased. His gaze fell upon the six special service team mbers rushing towards him. A satisfied smile spread across his clean-shaven face. "Finally, my co-stars have arrived. Excellent."
Marcus, silent and already in motion, drew his Kunlun Thunder and fired three rapid shots at Isaiah.
Isaiah’s black tailcoat tore apart with a SCHRRRIP! His skin cracked and peeled away, revealing the gleaming silver tallic structure beneath.
Unlike his subordinates, his cybernetic body was a perfect work of art—flawlessly proportioned, each component polished as smooth as porcelain.
Simultaneously, a luminous circle the size of a ping-pong ball lit up beneath the skin of his forehead. This miniature nuclear reactor continuously pumped powerful energy throughout his body.
Such a high-end cybernetic body was naturally extraordinary. He suddenly lunged forward, and Marcus’s three shots all missed their mark. Isaiah blurred, appearing before Marcus in an instant, and landed a precise punch on his chest. Marcus coughed up a mouthful of blood. Imdiately after, Isaiah, moving like lightning, delivered four more punches in quick succession, each one solidly connecting with Marcus’s body.
It was only after Isaiah had finished his flurry of blows that the force of the first punch sent Marcus flying backward!
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