Chapter 145: Chapter 96: Chop Shop

Alonna knocked John over.

The sound of something piercing the air roared in.

A bullet tore through her coat collar, ripping through the subcutaneous armor on her back.

The depths of the wound squirmed with bright red high-tensile fibers, without much blood loss, and didn’t affect her movement.

This bullet was aimed at the head, making the subcutaneous armor and bulletproof vest meaningless.

Fortunately, Alonna reacted quickly.

John moved with trepidation, beginning to survey the surroundings for a sniper position.

Numerous floating tracks were set up around the scrapyard.

Thick cables, wider than a thigh, were hanging from them, with metal hooks and electromagnet suction cups at the ends, swinging back and forth like a pulley system.

“I’ve found it.”

Alonna replied in the voice channel.

Bam!

She had aimed for a long time before finally taking the shot.

Although “long” was relative, encompassing just a second or two, it was her least efficient kill today.

At the same time.

An Exile on the steel frame was blown apart, a spray of blood and chunks fell from high up.

“There’s more than one.”

Alonna began to reposition.

Angry shouts echoed in the team channel.

[We need to hurry inside.]

[Damn it, the snipers are such a hassle…]

[…Ted is injured.]

[We’re suppressed!]

The firepower at high positions was hindering the advance efficiency.

Alonna was strong in battle, but these snipers kept her tied up, forcing her to waste time in a gunfight.

“Give me some support.”

John said in the voice channel, then charged through a hail of bullets.

Under the Messiah’s Eye scanning filter.

Several red dots flickered in the smoke and burst ground, with countdowns above them—these were explosives thrown by the enemy.

Alonna didn’t communicate beforehand.

But the moment John charged out, she moved too, brazenly exposing half her body, firing mercilessly at any head that appeared.

An uproar ensued in the voice channel.

Nando immediately stepped up, his fully-enclosed helmet paired with heavy armor made him appear bulkier, hefting a machine gun to create the presence of a one-man army.

The camp shooters followed behind, firing while tossing smoke grenades near the walls.

Damascus Camp had seen combat before.

Similar advances were common in wilderness chases, but this time the setting shifted from speeding vehicles to a cluttered factory campus.

John took several shots to his body.

The bullets struck his bulletproof vest with a dull pain, causing chest tightness near the bone.

He dove down beside the first sniper’s corpse, grabbing the fallen weapon.

[Weapon: Plato-Snake Shedding]

[Module: Strong Penetration, Ballistic Calibration]

[Description: Data corrupted. [Experimental stage weapon, product number not found]]

[△2/5]

John had experienced this intelligent sniper rifle when he fought the Electric Eel with Talia last time—it was currently the best in feel, and the power wasn’t lacking, as evidenced by it tearing through Alonna’s subcutaneous armor.

He grabbed magazines from the corpse, concealing himself in a corner to reload and switch to the team channel, downloading enemy coordinates marked by other team members.

Silhouettes composed of red data streams appeared on the steel frame.

John aimed from behind the wall.

Bam!

A high-penetration electromagnetic bullet pierced through the air, tracing a blue line in the pale, crisscrossed network of bullets.

The scale-patterned gun barrel cracked slightly.

Electric arcs drifted along the pressure relief valve, and the chip began to automatically calibrate the trajectory.

John’s pupils synchronized with the scope, watching an Exile’s head shatter through his own eyes.

The target suddenly twisted its neck, tumbling sideways, its weapon clattering several times against the steel framework.

It was a cheap, military-grade sawed-off sniper rifle.

The Snake Shedding wasn’t mass-produced; Exiles gathered by Kunbu couldn’t equip themselves with a full set of standardized weapons like a corporate army.

John took on the task of medium to long-range firepower, freeing Alonna and Nando from the frontline battle.

Damascus Camp wasn’t a corporate military either.

But their overall modification standards and discipline were much higher than those of the Exiles, having had years of experience scraping by in the wilderness, giving them a big advantage in combat.

John suddenly heard a droning sound.

He peered inside through the iron lattice on the wall, immediately shouting in the team channel.

“Hovercar!”

Two gigantic armors rose up from the ground.

They hovered above the walls and steel structures, their heavy cannons firing down onto the grounds below, forcefully halting the surprise attack launched by the camp.

[Device: B30 Hovercar]

[Module: [Idle]]

The Exile covered Plato’s paint job.

It wasn’t a new product, probably a semi-retired model piled up in warehouses, modified to look like the “punk ruckus” of the 2020s.

Despite the flamboyant appearance, the weapons were very real.

From interference white phosphorus barrage to 25mm automatic anti-personnel cannon, all were deadly weapons of mass destruction.

Alonna and Nando dodged in the leaping sand and dirt.

The hovercar’s machine gun swept after them, also blasting their vehicle used for escape, the heat wave igniting debris, and the explosion’s shockwave even pushed the cover half a meter.

Alonna slid behind the cover amidst the smoke and fire serpents.

The next second.

She peeked out from behind the cover, pulling out a black and gold electromagnetic short cannon from her gun pouch—shorter than a kinetic sniper but with a caliber more than two circles thicker.

Nando scoped out the deployment before the action, deliberately buying a man-portable air defense weapon from an arms dealer.

Alonna raised her arm to aim.

The firing posture was similar to an RPG.

A burning “cigar” whistled out.

The hovercar’s alloy shell was drilled with a hole, followed by a flash of blue light, the vector engine’s sonic boom becoming extremely piercing, as if several vintage propeller helicopters were hovering overhead.

John’s eardrums tingled.

Thick smoke instantly enveloped half the hovercar, spiraling half a circle before slanting and plummeting downwards.

“F*ck!”

He cursed and immediately moved away.

The hovercar crashed into the scrapyard gate.

The mobile fence and half a guard post shattered, twisted metal grid plates stuck in the wreckage.

The other hovercar was frightened.

It swept over the formation at top speed, fleeing in the direction where Talia and the others were located.

Nando ordered them through voice to be ready.

That kind of weapon specifically targeting hovercars couldn’t be reloaded in a short time, with actual weight so heavy that only Alonna could tuck it in a weapon bag and carry it around.

John and the others climbed over the twisted gate.

The interior looked like an open parking lot, divided into sections based on performance and brand, tracks stained with fuel covered the pavement.

Da-da-da-da!

Alonna suddenly fired in one direction, simultaneously a volley of bullets was fired from there.

Nando was engulfed in gunfire.

He even abandoned the heavy machine gun, instead raising a shield to crouch and cover the others.

A short, muffled grunt echoed in the voice channel.

[This is f*cked up, what the hell, is it an automatic gun mount that wasn’t cleared? What’s the hacker doing!]

[Try hacking Plato’s firewall yourself; breaking into fixed devices is like bathing in an oil pan.]

[My knee’s been shot out.]

The moment they entered several were injured.

Nando had to abandon further intrusion, instead defending the newly captured main passage, judging whether to attack or retreat depending on the situation.

“Three.”

Alonna reported a number while reloading.

John saw the new enemy through the gap.

[Device: BR735 Combat Unit [Plato]]

[Module: Tactical Integration V9 (Experimental)]

Three pitch-black intelligent robots stood behind cover firing guns, like battlefield soldiers of varying sizes, advancing with tactical coordinated moves, covering each other’s firing dead zones.

The hacker’s voice almost cracked in the channel.

Their actions were controlled by integrated chips, carrying Bolatu’s latest ICE firewall, getting closer would fill the screen with red data streams.

The camp members in direct confrontation were beaten badly.

The three robots were slightly taller than John, their weapons seemingly without recoil, yet their accuracy was terrifyingly high, the most outrageous thing was…

Alonna’s kinetic sniper couldn’t penetrate the armor!

John leaned behind the rattling cover.

“This is just a scrapyard, I don’t even dare imagine how many good things Ironfoot Kelp has stolen from Plato.”

[I’m already tempted… if we don’t die this trip… find a company warehouse to blow up, screw these bastards, ptuh!]

Nando was speaking through gritted teeth.

He charged the fiercest, with the thickest armor, also most riddled with bullet holes.

Originally intense shootouts were already infuriating.

John suddenly heard the sound of something heavy falling.

Five or six fearsome-looking Exiles charged at them brandishing mantis blades ejecting from their arms, metal limbs leaping high, sprinting across the tops of parked vehicles, leaping several meters!

Swish!

When the madmen got close they suddenly began to flicker.

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