He reached his destination in less than an hour. It was a round-down location that used to be a filling station. It was close to the old roads of the previous civilization. There weren't any buildings around it, so he wouldn't be able to approach it without being spotted.
Fortunately, he didn't plan to approach them. At least, not yet. Instead, he chose to camp by the road leading back to New London.
He packed his hoverbike and brought out the suitcase of weapons he had prepared. The assault rifle was hung on his chest while the handgun was put in a holster on his thigh.
The next thing he did was to prepare the sniper rifle. He had to assemble it for the mission. Only then did he prepare his new favorite gun. It was a beautiful grenade launcher he purchased for missions.
It is a gun for launching contact grenades at targets. The grenades would explode after colliding with something. That something could be the target or anything in their way.
There was a sale for it that he couldn't refuse. Wrath had called him cheap because he was tempted and wooed by a sale.
A rocket launcher would pack a bigger punch, but it was more expensive and unwieldy. Not only would it be heavy to lug around, it would also be a hassle to reload.
A grenade launcher, on the other hand, could be used in indoor spaces. So it could come in handy if he has to venture to the base.
That time will come if what he is waiting for doesn't show up by nightfall. In the meantime, he laid prone on the ground and used a cloak to camouflage himself.
This camouflage made him look like a rock by the side of the road of they were close enough. Anyone far away won't be able to tell him apart from the ground.
Then he waited for his target.
His plan is not based on luck at all. He didn't pick a random day to come to sit by the side of the road. He picked this day because he had gotten a tip from the issuer of the mission that the metal hell gang would be leaving for the city today.
He even knows the exact time the meeting they are going to the city for will be. It is because the mission issuer had arranged for the meeting.
The meeting is obviously going to be a bust, and when that happens, the metal hell gang will be very upset. So it is his job to make sure that something comes up to make it impossible for them to make the meeting.
So what he is waiting for is a vehicle transporting the gang leader or other leaders who would be attending the meeting. He is to ambush the vehicle and make it unable to continue the journey.
As an enforcer, his target should be in the vehicle. She is pretty high up in the gang, so she might even be the one sent to the meeting. If that is so, he will try to kill her here.
Even if she doesn't show up, his plan won't be ruined because he would have achieved the aim of stopping the vehicle and causing trouble for the gang.
He knows and has confirmed that when there is trouble, enforcers are sent to take care of it, so his target will still come to him even if she isn't accompanying the vehicle.
So he waited with the scope of his sniper pointed towards the gas station. Two hours later, the vehicle came from the gas station just like he expected.
The garage on the building opened, and the vehicle came out of the building. This meant that he couldn't pick off his target before she got into the vehicle, but he didn't mind.
He waited for the vehicle to leave the building behind. He was waiting for it to create enough distance to make assistance from the base delayed. Then he began putting holes in the tires.
The tires were bullet-proof tires. They had an inner lining of metal ring to protect them from gun fire. But they couldn't stop the kind of caliber that he was throwing at them. He just needed to put two holes in them to break their integrity. After that, the weight of armored truck made them crumble.
The truck skidded across the road after losing its first tire. It barely managed to stop in time before it lost a second tire. But its troubles were far from over because Kelvin began shooting at its fuel tank.
The fuel tank has actually been disguised and plated for durability. It would be difficult for some random person to shoot in the right place, and even then, it would be to puncture the fuel tank with an assault rifle. But a sniper rifle is another thing entirely.
The goons in the truck had been content to wait for reinforcement before getting out, but the explosion of the fuel tank changed their minds.
The explosion didn't wreck the armored truck; it only caused the engine to catch fire and smoke to fill the insides, so they were very well still alive. But they couldn't hold on anymore. The fire was slowly cooking them, and the smoke was suffocating them. They opened the back of the truck and filed out in a rush.
Kelvin began picking them off one by one. Wrath was humming a little tune to itself while men were having their brains blown out. But the shadow spirit finally became serious when his target finally appeared.
She jumped out of the bus and came in the opposite direction the skulls of her mates were blown to. His gun was silent, but their brain matter were just horrid snitches. They ratted him out without hesitation. They were snitches that needed stitches immediately to keep brain fluid from leeking out of their skulls.
Her skin had become a silver sheen of steel as she barreled towards him. She used her hands to form a makeshift protective shield for her head. Her actions made him snicker.