Military-grade augnted soldiers were formidable, but they still had weaknesses.
Compared to heavy war machines that could stack ters or even dozens of ters of armor with plasma shields, military-grade augnted soldiers were only human-sized. No matter how reinforced their defenses were, there was an upper limit.
Setting aside exaggerated urban legends, conventional anti-vehicle weapons could potentially kill a military-grade augnted soldier with a single well-placed shot.
Grenade rifles, rockets, and high-yield explosives were particularly effective.
However, military-grade augnted soldiers could move at supersonic speeds and perform inexplicable high-speed directional changes, instantly switching from full-speed advance to full-speed retreat while completely ignoring inertia.
Without overwhelming firepower to blanket the entire area, the key was to restrict their mobility.
Mo Wen was certain the enemy had marked him as primary target. If he stubbornly refused to die, his opponent would eventually engage personally. As long as he could draw her into a sufficiently complex environnt at that mont, she wouldn't be able to utilize her full agility.
Easier said than done—first he had to survive the drone hunt.
The building ruins had beco an extrely complex and chaotic maze after multiple bombardnts and drone attacks.
It was hard to say whether the original construction quality had been good or bad—while most structures had collapsed into fragnts, several rooms remained relatively intact.
Mo Wen leaped upward, shattering the glass above him to narrowly evade a barrage of gunfire personally directed by his opponent, then imdiately slid sideways through a gap in the steel beams to reach a long-abandoned restroom.
He gasped for breath as he ducked into a stall—just as a drone-fired rocket shattered the ceiling above, sending the entire structure crashing down.
Mo Wen had exhausted his ammunition, and his reserve supplies had been destroyed in earlier shelling. Fortunately, he'd purchased an interesting gadget earlier.
As the enemy's cloaked rocket drone descended, Mo Wen burst from the stall. Guided by the prickling sense of impending death between his shoulders, he pinpointed the drone's location and leaped up to jam a dagger-like physical hacking device into it before it could fire again.
This gadget was utterly useless against normal humans—though admittedly cool-looking and on sale—which was why Mo Wen had casually bought and carried it.
Clutching the commandeered drone as it ascended, he fired a rocket that blasted through the rubble pile ahead.
"Boom!"
The already precarious structure underwent violent changes again as supporting beams twisted and walls fractured, sending several rooms sliding apart.
Before another drone could finish calculating the new structural changes behind the rubble pile, Mo Wen captured it too, then moved to hunt the next drone.
The gang leader watched from a distance as the building ruins tilted and collapsed again, profoundly impressed by soone's tenacious will to live.
But he also knew that once the structure stabilized, the drones would quickly regroup to surround and kill Mo Wen—unless more variables were introduced.
"Using collapsing debris to create complex terrain in his own fighting area—what a madman."
Surviving the first collapse was incredible enough. Surviving repeated collapses while continuously destabilizing the structure and gradually eliminating enemy drones bordered on impossible.
Yet Mo Wen had already begun succeeding at this impossible process. What else could the gang leader do but watch?
One gang mber feverishly calculated optimal demolition points while the leader and another mber directed drone attacks on those positions.
After the explosions, if possible, they'd need to dismantle those artillery turrets too, lest the enemy change tactics and resu concentrated fire.
As for how to kill the military-grade augnted soldier afterward? They'd cross that bridge when they ca to it.
Vanessa grew impatient. Turning the city into a trap wasn't providing the advantage she'd imagined—instead it was making her target harder to kill, and those insane rcenaries weren't fleeing but causing trouble.
The drones capable of effective anti-air were playing hide-and-seek with Mo Wen in the ruins, while the heavy turrets proved ineffective against drones.
Although hacking wasn't her specialty, a military-grade augnted soldier's processing power far surpassed civilian models!
She attempted to seize control of the enemy drones.
"No! No! No! Life Pharmaceuticals' stray dog, your granddaddy's coming for you!"
The mont she accessed their control network, counterasures left by Dreamweaver Entertainnt's cybersecurity engineers flagged her IP.
Had she not disconnected imdiately, she'd have been compromised.
Damn it!
Vanessa gripped her ion sniper rifle tightly.
Should she kill? Eliminate non-essential targets...
She activated her loudspeaker for one final warning: "Listen well, rcenaries. Leave now or I'll kill you all. Don't think you're well-hidden."
"Dreamweaver Entertainnt specializes in ntal suggestion. Their city is saturated with high-power suggestion devices—anyone within intercity network coverage gets brainwashed."
"They'll strip away your free will, turn you into docile sheep."
"Whatever reason you have for interfering, ask yourselves—is it truly worth dying for?"
"Don't waste your lives."
They didn't stop.
Vanessa couldn't tell if they distrusted her as an enemy, mistakenly believed themselves safely hidden, or if Dreamweaver's ntal conditioning ran that deep.
People could never truly understand each other.
So they could only fight.
Accelerating to 300 ters per second, she reached an elevated position and effortlessly locked onto the three rcenaries hiding separately behind walls.
As a sniper specialist, her accuracy was 100% unless the environnt beca impossibly chaotic.
Whether targets hid inside buildings or hundreds of ters away, she could kill with one shot.
Only her rcy had prevented her from eliminating them all earlier.
0.2 seconds later, the first sniper shot vaporized a gang mber's upper body; his legs wobbled before collapsing.
0.7 seconds later, the second shot bisected another gang mber—his head landed on his pelvis, pausing montarily before toppling over, much slower than his already fallen arm.
1.2 seconds later, the third shot targeted the gang leader, who managed a desperate sideways leap at the last mont.
This slight success ant his lower half fell in one place while his tal head—now missing its jaw—landed elsewhere, cybernetic eye flickering several tis before dimming.
Their drones switched to autonomous mode—so searching for Vanessa, others kamikaze-charging the artillery.
Dreamweaver made no attempt to remotely take over the drones, whether because they deed the situation irrecoverable or beneath their concern.
Vanessa didn't dwell on it—none of that mattered now.
Having delayed this long, whether Dreamweaver's rapid response team arrived or her own company sacrificed her as scapegoat, she was likely already dead.
She only wanted to kill her mortal enemy before the end.
Finally engaging personally, she advanced toward Mo Wen's position.
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