minutes ago.
"Hold the line!!!"
The mercenariesâ level of professionalism completely surpassed 99% of the teams in Night City, instantly completing the task distribution for firepower, with two HK Gâ8 machine guns providing impressive suppressive fire.
The suppression of the underground space, due to the flames and black smoke from the explosions, forced the gunners to fire at any sign of movement in the smoke and to maintain continuous shooting for suppression.
But the effect was quite goodâ
"Got one! Ha-ha! Hit another one! Fuckers, go join Bob in death! All of you, go to hell!"
The gunner shouted as he pulled the trigger, the guy who almost made it out got shot back, with metal fragments flying everywhere.
This immediately boosted the battered mercenariesâ morale!
But the enemyâs firepower was strong too!
Boom!
A high-explosive armor-piercing round grazed the armored vehicleâs shell and flew out, leaving a huge dent and scratch on the armor; one could barely make out the equipment inside the vehicle.
Just a grazing hit, and the armored vehicleâs armor had notches chipped off in it. This kind of firepower wasnât common in Night City, but for them, it was just par for the course, nothing to fear!
"Ha-ha! A bunch of idiots! Novices! Continue the pressure, rocket launchers lock onto their positionâwhereâs the rocket launcher?"
"Dead! Vice-captain! The rocket launcher is in the vehicle!"
"Ah! Iâm gonna kill you bastards!"
The machine gun bullets sprayed wildly between the buildings, with various targeted bursts keeping the Animal Gang from even lifting their heads!
The gap between the two sides was clear after one round of engagement: the Animal Gang were the ambushers, using high-standard high-explosive armor-piercing rounds, yet they only fired off two shots, one of which even missed!
These brutes running around like whack-a-moles in the dilapidated building wanted to shoot but got gunned down as soon as they showed their heads, wanted to run...
They didnât dare to run; their boss was still inside!
Hesitation is the biggest taboo in close-quarters combatâ
The gunner roared, "And another one!"
He saw he had blown up four silhouettes, but there were still figures trying to rush out!
This was different from their intelligence reports!
The machine gun opened fire, the shadowy figures kept trying to break out and should have been turned to mincemeat or fragments with each attempt!
"They canât have that many people! It must be robots!"
"It canât be robots, the ground-penetrating bomb came with an EMP, there canât be any robots left! Keep firing! Maybe you missed!"
"No way!"
Everyone had their own thoughts and judgments, like the gunner who was sure he had hit his targets.
But the blaster and the signaller believed their tactics were flawless, and all the equipment in Luxor Manor shouldâve been wrecked!
Where did these robots come from?
However, it wasnât long before more than just the gunner felt something was amiss; the riflemen providing support also realized something was wrong...
This dense suppression, this mindless assault, how could there be no effects?
One, two, three, four, five...
An increasingly large number of silhouettes were trying to break through the smoke, and it wasnât just the gunner who noticed the issueâthey even saw fragments flying apart!
It was impossible that they hadnât hit their targets!
The gunnerâs confusion soon led him to a terrifying thought:
Luxor Sports Academy, what was product 341 from the Neural Movement Institute?
Children!
Years of refined combat skills meant that his hand movements didnât change one bit, but his mentality underwent a huge shift!
He was... he could possibly be slaughtering children!
Boom!
Another randomly-fired high-explosive armor-piercing round from the Animal Gang struck, creating a small fireball upon hitting the defensive position. The gunnerâs heart focused on the fireball, but began to tremble uncontrollablyâ
Just then, their team leader sent a message:
[Twiki: Iâm here! Machine gunners fully suppress those four bastards, riflemen follow me to drive them out!]
There was Twiki, the mercenariesâ blond-haired female leader clambering up the walls of the dilapidated building, leaping and scrambling to the same level as the Animal Gang in an instant!
Boom!
The Animal Gang was still dancing in elation because of their successful counterattack when suddenly, a miniature rocket launcher hit them right in the middle!
Attacking from a lower position was far too passive; these mercenariesâ machine gunners were skilled and could even occasionally hit a few targets who didnât manage their positions well, but they could only fire in short, suppressing bursts.
And after Twiki moved upstairs, the Animal Gang was blown to smithereens!
The second machine gunner who received instructions began to rotate his gun while the one responsible for suppressing the explosion crater suddenly felt an immense relief.
Although he found it difficult to describe, he couldnât quite pinpoint the feeling.
It was as if... the guilt had been shared, and thus lightened?
Click-clack.
A strange snap sounded from the weapon.
His thoughts were pulled from the guilt he had felt as the heat from the gun barrel and the overheating warning in his Prosthetic Eye alerted him:
The barrel is overheating!
Hissâ
Steam with a metallic scent suddenly started to billow from the gun barrel.
The light from the fire reflected on the machine gunnerâs horrified face as shards and the blood of his comrades flew past him; it was only then he realized that he had spaced out.
He had been distracted, he had just... It was as if he had had an episode!
Boom!
Bullets from a smart assault rifle designed for robots burst forth from the black smoke, hitting the machine gun positionâsomeone got shot!
Their machine gunner had a problem; he didnât suppress the enemy!
The slowed rate of fire from the machine gunner could no longer suppress the enemies on the other side of the black smoke, and only then did they realize that they were truly up against robots!
The explosion cleared some of the black smoke, revealing about a dozen robots wielding smart assault rifles, clambering out of the ruins in twisted motions!
The defense line was breached!
The machine gunnerâs mindset instantly crumbled from frustration. Ignoring the bullets fired by the robots, he gripped his machine gun again. Bullets clanged against the shield in front of him, smashed against his exposed head, and hit his Subdermal Armor. Pain swept over his nerves, but all he felt was regret and madness...
But the madness was of no use. On the contrary, with his finger locked on the trigger, his tense shooting method made him focus too much on the robotsâ
The machine gun turned towards the densest cluster of robots when suddenly a wheelchair burst from the other side!
Everyone was dumbfounded as the wheelchair suddenly unleashed a rain of miniature projectiles!
A total of 28 Smart Shotgun bombs, upgraded from the Eight-star Gun, hit all around the two machine gunners without fail, exploding and blowing them to indistinguishable bits; even more crucially, it rendered all the machine guns useless!
The assault troops turned to shoot, only to find that their bullets couldnât penetrate the shield in front of the wheelchair!
What kind of idiot would turn a wheelchair into... into a moving fortress?!
In the midst of the explosion, the wheelchair leapt high, and people even saw someone pushingâ
No, not pushing, but grabbing the wheelchair and leaping with it!
Every time Jack stomped the ground, he could leap more than a meter high. Using the makeshift stairs formed from the rubble, it was as if he was charging upwards while carrying a wheelchair!
Anyone else seeing this scene would burst into laughter, but the mercenaries only felt fear and powerlessness:
They couldnât penetrate the armor of the wheelchair!
"Hand Grenades! Grenades! Use whatever youâve gotâ"
Thump!
The deputy commander roared in a frenzy as a chunk of steel-reinforced concrete, exposed rebar and all, flew up like a cannonball and instantly smashed his head into mush!
The sudden events left the mercenaries even more bewildered:
Firing their weapons became almost perfunctory, their brains blank...
Robots and even bulkier strongmen followed behind the wheelchair, launching a bizarre assault.
Itâs said that attacking from a higher position makes one dumb, but today, two groups outdid even the dumbest of idiots: one was the Animal Gang, the other was themselves.
A moment ago, they still mocked the Animal Gang as useless, but now, their line collapsed faster and more completely than the Animal Gang.
And it was all because of a wheelchair.
Boomâ
At each of Jackâs powerful stomps, a still-burning piece of steel-reinforced concrete snapped. He leapt high with the wheelchair, crushing down upon the roof of an armored vehicle!
The sheer weight, coupled with velocity, generated an exaggerated kinetic force, smashing a dent into the top...
The beast had entered the midst of the sheep.