Chapter 39: Chapter 35: Cybernetic Grades

Su Mo and Park Yong-joon were chasing each other down the street, gunfire continuously echoing, and screams erupted from the buildings as stray bullets shattered windows.

Park Yong-joon, worthy of being a desperado, treated human lives like nothing, and as he fled, he kept dragging civilians from corners to use them as human shields.

If this were a game, Su Mo would simply steamroll through situations like this.

What are hostages? They don’t exist.

But now, the NPCs in the game had become living people.

Facing the terrified and helpless civilians, Su Mo wasn’t deranged enough to treat them as he would in a game.

Park Yong-joon used civilians to slightly impede Su Mo’s pursuit, seizing the moment to dash into a narrow alley.

This alley had a labyrinthine structure, and unless you were a local, it was easy to get lost inside.

Park Yong-joon kept turning, kept dodging, vaulting walls and climbing windows, escaping with unparalleled skill.

He leaped out of a window, landing steadily, thinking: No sound from behind, this time I’ve definitely shaken him off.

He had spent a month figuring out the maze, determined to give that kid a spin.

Suddenly, Park Yong-joon’s hair stood on end.

An intense sense of danger made him instinctively roll aside to avoid it.

“Bang!”

An armor-piercing bullet hit the spot where he had been standing, blasting apart a huge chunk of concrete and debris.

Stunned, Park Yong-joon looked to the side, seeing Su Mo standing not far away, having taken a shortcut.

“Damn! How is this kid even more skilled than me?!”

Park Yong-joon darted into the alley, continuing his escape.

Park Yong-joon kept fleeing, and Su Mo kept pursuing, the two meeting again and again, but he couldn’t defeat this powerful blood code carrier, always ending in a hasty retreat.

As he ran, Park Yong-joon felt a bit desperate.

No matter how he twisted and turned, Su Mo always eerily appeared ahead to block his path.

This maze-like alley seemed like that guy’s backyard.

Quickly, Park Yong-joon was chased to a high wall with no way out on any side.

He took a deep breath, pushed forcefully with his feet, generating a burst of impact, jumping four meters high and leaping over the wall.

Su Mo watched this scene and muttered to himself: “That should be a resilient elastic tendon, ’Ordinary Management Level 3’ cybernetic implant.”

With Park Yong-joon’s athletic ability, he would definitely be considered a real outlaw in the world Su Mo traversed from.

But in the Dawn Realm, especially in New Moon City, this level of skill was just minor league.

The Public Security Bureau had reported that Park Yong-joon’s cybernetic implants were all ’Ordinary Management Level 3.’

The price for such implants ranged from a few thousand to ten thousand moon coins, with limited enhancement effects, which matched the impression from their pursuit and exchanges.

But Su Mo wasn’t careless.

This level alone couldn’t have caused three mercenary corps to fail.

Park Yong-joon must have something he hadn’t shown yet.

Su Mo rushed to the high wall, activated the Mad Corpse Blood Code to shape his bone claw, pierced the wall, and used his arm strength to climb up bit by bit, pursuing Park Yong-joon into an abandoned factory beyond the wall.

As a fugitive, Park Yong-joon had considered many emergency situations; this factory, like the alley, was his escape transition point, with traps he had laid in advance.

Park Yong-joon ran through a corridor, pulling the pin of a grenade he had stuck to the wall.

“Boom!” The explosion caused the wall to collapse, filling the entire entrance with concrete and steel, stacking nearly two meters high.

“Ta-ta-ta-ta-ta—” Yet soon, the Tsunami Assault Rifle’s gunshots rang out.

The powerful bullets blasted the debris into tatters, even penetrating straight through.

Park Yong-joon was pinned down, unable to lift his head, retreating to a corner, shouting hoarsely: “Damn! I’ve already fled here and won’t return to the Inner City, yet you’re still chasing me? To execute me completely?!”

Su Mo’s voice came from the other side: “A debt must be paid, a murder must be answered. When you killed people, did you ever think about today?”

Park Yong-joon panted heavily, using the calmest voice he could manage: “Brother, let’s negotiate, spare me just this once, and I’ll repay you later!”

Su Mo: “No way, I’ve already paid the deposit.”

Park Yong-joon still tried to mediate: “How much did you pay? I’ll reimburse you!”

Su Mo: “That won’t work, besides the deposit there’s also your bounty.”

Park Yong-joon: “Damn… I’ll give it all to you! Okay?!”

Su Mo: “If you really have that much money, why wouldn’t I kill you and take all your money, then cash in your bounty for double the reward~”

Park Yong-joon: “Damn the Civilized Border!!!”

“Ta-ta-ta—” Responding to Park Yong-joon’s civilized words were the incessant bullets.

Park Yong-joon shrank in the corner, eyes showing ruthlessness, reaching for something behind his waist.

His expression turned ferocious: “Damn brat… you want to die, don’t blame me.”

…

The debris in front of Su Mo, hit by armor-piercing bullets, was riddled with holes. He emptied a magazine, noticing that Park Yong-joon had suddenly fallen silent, feeling a bit suspicious.

Su Mo activated the infrared thermal vision of his tactical goggles, observing Park Yong-joon near a wall beyond the debris; the guy hadn’t fled.

Su Mo reloaded a magazine, prepared to continue attacking.

“Bang, bang.” Suddenly, crisp gunshots sounded from the other side.

Cold gleams flashed from the bullet holes in the debris, and two bullets drilled out.

Park Yong-joon was able to shoot through the bullet holes; such marksmanship was truly amazing.

But even more astonishing was what followed.

According to the angle, these two bullets shouldn’t have hit Su Mo.

Yet as they passed through the holes, their trajectories suddenly twisted, bending mid-air, drawing two sharp arcs straight to his head.

Su Mo had always remained highly vigilant, guarding against Park Yong-joon’s trump card.

Moreover, with double blood code enhancement, Su Mo’s nerve responses and movements were exceedingly fast.

Faced with incoming bullets, he quickly wrapped his hand with Frenzied Corpse Rigid Bone to shield his head.

“Clang! Clang!” The bullets struck the Frenzied Corpse Rigid Bone and bounced off.

Su Mo recalled the scene, somewhat stunned: “Bullets that can bend… Damn, Park must be holding ’that thing’!”

Yet another surprising development occurred.

“Bang!” Another gunshot rang out.

The bizarre bullet passed through the hole, and upon nearing the cover “bent” again, crossing obstacles straight toward Su Mo’s head.

Su Mo maintained his defensive posture, “Clang!” deflecting the bullet once more.

“Bang! Bang! Bang!…”

Gunshots continually rang out, the bending bullets constantly assailing.

From the other side, Park Yong-joon’s maniacal laughter ensued: “Hmm? Weren’t you arrogant earlier? I’m giving you a way out but you refuse, insisting on following those mercenaries I killed. You son of a—damn!”

Facing such uncanny bullets, Su Mo not only didn’t panic but instead burst into delirious joy, laughing uncontrollably: “Holy crap! ’Handicap Treasure’ is with you?!”

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