This gun can affect the toxic substances in the opponent’s implants when hitting the target, and cause a small, stackable explosion after accumulating to a certain degree or when the target dies.

The hit Owl Town gang member lost his balance, his limbs twisted amidst spraying blood mist and smoke, and he staggered backward before exploding, emitting a smell intertwined with industrial and putrid odors…

John began his violent counterattack.

The language translation plugin captured a lot of curses, basically confirming that the Owl Town gang was ambushing him.

[Kuso… Damn it! (Japanese)]

[Shine… Die, bastard. (Japanese)]

One of the cursers wore goggles, with large fluorescent tattoos covering both prosthetic limbs. His submachine gun was ineffective, so he discarded the weapon and drew the alloy Samurai Sword from his lower back.

Whoosh—

He flickered through the rain and across the street, appearing behind an armored vehicle, scanning for traces of John.

Bam!

A resounding bang accompanied by bone-cracking interrupted the time stop.

John’s eyes flashed as he swung Hercules to shatter the man’s jaw, his trench coat gently swaying in the rain, revealing the glow of heat sinks and the shadow of Sianweistan activated between the gaps.

Clang—

The black alloy Samurai Sword slid meters away.

The Owl Town thug convulsed in the puddle, the time-stopping prosthetic body showing obvious malfunction, seemingly out of control.

John didn’t give him the chance to turn into a lunatic, he turned his gun, blasted several joints at close range, until the blood mist exploded once again.

Spit!

John spat out a mixture of rainwater.

He pulled the bolt, switched to kinetic mode, activated Sianweistan again, and stepped out from cover.

The city stretched into a shapeshifting oil painting.

The hum of processors slowed several times echoed in the time-stopped world, with countless silver-white vertical lines—either shattered or linear raindrops—dangling amidst chaos.

And innumerable bullets pierced through the air, stirring up splashes and long, wave-like trails.

John’s eyes glowed golden as he raised a heavy rifle, navigating through the slow-moving barrage and ignition sparks.

He pulled the trigger, tearing through the encirclement.

Gray metal casings clattered out, forming a “metal wind chime” stringed together by hot, dense smoke, rebounding haphazardly in the puddles.

Everything within the misty scope of rain and light sprang up with bloody splashes amidst varying-sized mosaic neons.

Smoke billowed from Owl Town members, completely suppressed by Hercules’ bullets, vividly showcasing the disparity between military-grade firepower and street weaponry.

John navigated through the time-stopped world, breaking through the encirclement in the blink of an eye.

Woosh—

The rain fell heavily, relieved.

Sianweistan ceased operation, streams gathered at the corners of the drifting work jacket, cooling patches extinguished one by one.

John stood in the middle of the road.

He didn’t stop attacking, wildly shooting at the two vehicles in front of him.

Bullets enveloped in blue streamers, the smoke from exploding prosthetic bodies was not obvious in the rain, instead, the pouring rain and sparks made the scene chaotic.

John’s vision was crystal clear:

The Owl Town members were beaten into a retreat, bullets embedding in their faceplates and leather jackets, tearing apart exposed evil ghost tattoos, shattering the joints of guns they wielded, and causing out-of-control weapons to fire skyward…

They were suppressed, retreating behind cover one after another, only to die miserably in the street due to the vehicle doors and hoods being shot through.

Until the gunfire and explosions completely went silent.

Clack clack~

The heavy rain further blurred the colorful cityscape, with the darker parts becoming even clearer.

Buzz, huh, clack—

The barrel of Hercules lowered.

John panted to relieve his aching arms, raised his hand to wipe his wet face, and dismantled Hercules’ rectangular magazine, producing a slight hissing sound as the scorching internal metal parts were immersed in rainwater.

He circled to the shell-riddled vehicles and saw the slowly burning cars and bodies scattered everywhere.

John waded through the mixture of rain and blood to clean the battlefield, packing firearms and melee weapons into found bags, but not wasting time scavenging personal belongings and vehicle storage boxes.

He picked up a traditional cigarette from a leather jacket, put it in his mouth, and returned to his armored car, tossing the spoils in the back seat, with Hercules on standby in the passenger seat.

John felt very calm inside, no longer having the nervousness of a novice. It was as if this chase was a trivial matter, and he even had the leisure to stand under a building to avoid the rain, his eyes deeply scanning the streets.

The attack seemed to be over.

There were many reasons the Owl Town gang wanted to kill him. Their revenge methods were not complex, and the goons they sent were not formidable, but staging an ambush on a public street was quite audacious.

John smoked a cigarette to relieve his fatigue, detecting a trace of chaos in the nicotine and sour rain curtain.

He didn’t wait for any follow-up, thus losing the opportunity to capture someone for interrogation.

The sound of sirens was long and distant.

The ECPD officers deployed unmanned devices, slowly approaching the accident scene, using loudspeakers to tell the remaining scumbags to get lost.

John abandoned his plan to stake out, extinguishing the cigarette butt, and just as he opened the driver’s seat door… suddenly paused.

With furrowed brows, he came to the hood, removed the pass beacon for restricted areas, opened the metal shielding, and scanned the components inside.

[Item: Micro Tracker [Police]]

Poof.

John crushed the transceiver.

The beacon’s remnants fell into the puddle, sparking as they hit the water.

The black armored car shut its door, leaving before the red and blue lights reflecting across the street reached them.

Torrential rain obscured the windshield.

The vehicle system switched to auxiliary street view mode, combining external cameras and real imagery to form a clear driving view.

John’s eyes fell into shadow, the car was quiet, carrying a mix of gunpowder and incense aroma, and the colorful lights outside occasionally slid across his face.

The armored car left the alert zone.

Only then did John leisurely move.

Data streams flashed across his prosthetic eye, then the vehicle display lit up, connecting the voice communication to the built-in speakers.

[Contact – Barry Kit [Voice Call]]

[…Phew, John, I’m really bummed out right now. Did you fuck up again?]

“Heh, I got screwed, lived to tell the tale.”

John sneered, propped his hand next to the window, clenched his fist to block his lips, his prosthetic eye sharply watching outside, while his other hand turned the direction, officially entering Eden City East District.

“The Owl Town gang sent a few cars to block me on the road. Hmm, there are plenty of bad memories between us. Their leaders and gangsters have many reasons to kill me, but that’s not where the problem lies…”

ECPD’s patrol drones passed overhead on the street.

Officers wearing bulletproof vests and reflective raincoats patrolled the road.

[I’m listening.]

Barry chimed in on the voice call to acknowledge his presence, and there was a faint sound of a pill bottle shaking.

John withdrew his gaze from outside the window.

“I ran into a cop at checkpoint 41. After taking money, he put a tracker in my car, claiming it was a pass beacon. Do you guys internally have such a practice?”

[Pure bullshit, who uses such a dumb method.]

Barry seemed to have lit a cigarette, speaking amid slow breaths.

[I can probably guess what’s going on. The Owl Town gang has informants in the Eden City Police Station. If the guys upstairs say they want you dead, someone below will create opportunities. Don’t be surprised, it’s actually pretty normal…]

[The salary approved by the city makes it so the rank-and-file officers live no better than animals, losing even the courage and desire to draw guns on criminals…]

[The Eastern People know very well how to exploit this and even maintain tacit agreements with the council, to some extent exploiting bottom-level benefits, forcing young officers toward a more corrupt path.]

Barry finished with a few cold laughs, as if casually complaining, before seriously answering the question.

[I know about the situation. I’ll give them some warnings and lessons. There’s always a head for every grievance and a master for every debt. After all, I also wear a police uniform. Can’t let my subordinates get disheartened, so don’t expect me to shoot a cop to vent your anger. If you want trouble, go mess with the Owl Town gang. I have plenty of opportunities here. I remember you owe me a favor, right?]

“Got a job for me?”

[Yeah, I’ll give you the details by noon tomorrow. For tonight, just find a place to stay and rest, recharge. We and SAT have to suppress some unrest on the streets, haha, that’s the official statement…]

The call ended.

John waved his hand to turn off the console and left the driver’s seat.

The car door closed with a bang.

East District had arrived.

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