Lin Miao had plenty of things that could hurt these guys, but there weren’t many he could openly bring out.
Otherwise, just a plasma emitter alone would be enough for Military Science to grab him on the spot and hang him up for a beating.
Major military industries have been researching plasma weapons, often releasing promotional videos on the media, but the costs remain high. They still can’t normally constrain and safely store plasma at tens of thousands of degrees to make a magazine. Even the launchers equipped with Centaur exoskeletons are used on-the-spot. It’s still somewhat difficult to apply them on a large scale in real combat.
For Lin Miao to bring something out was undoubtedly like a child holding gold in the marketplace, not comparable to the exoskeleton power armor that has been developed globally for over fifty years.
However, even this power armor was troublesome enough. Afterward, he would get entangled with Military Science and engage in some ’technical exchange’.
Lin Miao naturally wanted to vent his frustration on someone.
"Let’s be quick, come at me together."
That leisurely demeanor caused the two people catching up to pause, momentarily caught in a dilemma.
Having been countered while attacking three-on-one, now only two remained, and the opponent still seemed full of vitality. Could they really win?
Caster, suffering consecutive major losses, was furious.
"Everyone attack together, regardless of life and death! Today I want everyone in his company to be buried with him!"
Because he had to prevent the unknown hacker hiding somewhere from cutting off communication, he could only stand at the hovercar door and shout towards the ground.
Having lost so many people, four hovercars consecutively, dozens of operatives, two power armors, and losing face for the Trauma Team in front of so many people—no matter the final result, he was doomed.
Since he was going to die, he wanted these guys to go down with him!
Despite a myriad of unwillingness, within the corporation, rank and authority crush anyone inferior. The two power armor soldiers and over a hundred surrounding operatives could only wield their weapons and surround Lin Miao.
If they all bore a player’s fearless spirit to perish with Lin Miao, then even if Lin Miao grew wings, he wouldn’t fly out today.
The current situation was clear to anyone. It’s obvious their superior wouldn’t be able to handle the consequences, so what’s the point of risking life at this moment?
It’s not like beating mercenaries and rescuing the wounded, relying on the absolute advantage of equipment; what reason did they have to engage in a life and death battle with Lin Miao?
The answer was none, and what’s wrong with staying alive, why go to die.
I still haven’t paid off my company loan of hundreds of thousands!
The company’s grace can never be repaid, it’s absolutely endless.
So everyone delayed and tentatively approached Lin Miao, none wanted to fire the first shot.
Seeing this scene, Caster was fuming to the point of seeing red, these useless eaters, taking so much salary and welfare from the company every month, when it comes down to the crunch, none can be relied upon!
"Fifty thousand!" Caster shouted loudly, "Whoever kills him, I’ll personally give a bonus of fifty thousand euro-gold! Performance will be tops this year! Priority in evaluation!"
After speaking, he commanded two hovercars to dismantle the large-caliber vehicle-mounted guns, along with ammunition boxes, and dump them down below.
"Use those guns to kill him for me!"
Upon hearing this, those below, who had been somewhat despondent, instantly perked up.
This was more like it; with money, one could even make the millers push ghosts. Only then did risking life seem worth it.
Two power armor warriors picked up the machine guns that landed beside them, hung the ammunition box at their waist, and with one hand wielding a gun and the other a knife, they charged towards Lin Miao with boosted momentum.
The machine guns roared in their hands, orange-yellow shells rained down, and the high-speed fired bullets formed a string in the air.
Although this might not directly break Lin Miao’s defense, getting hit definitely wouldn’t feel good.
His right foot stomped, wielding a heavy shield blasted apart and melted from the exoskeleton straightaway, stoutly upheld, large-caliber bullets thudded against the shield, stray bullets scattered and reflected light everywhere, even hitting some elite Trauma Team operatives. However, at their level of bio-modification, stray bullets posed no threat anymore.
About a dozen people charged at Lin Miao, suppressed at the center by gunfire from all angles, with an attitude of carving him up like Xiang Yu at Gaixia.
Lin Miao naturally didn’t give them any courtesy, rushing at them with the intent to dare die.
He directly ignored those smart weapon bullets fired from behind, the added electromagnetic, acid, and white phosphorus warheads were effective on human targets, but against high-value units, insignificant.
Planting the shield onto the ground, supporting the firepower upfront with his right knee, he seized a guy trying to sneak in with Sianweistan.
Pressing his five fingers into the guy’s head, he smashed it against the ground—one loud thud, life ebbing away, then stepping on the guy’s waist, he forcibly ripped away the guy’s head, pulling out spine and densely packed nerve lines.
Following that, wielding the spine forcefully, the malformed head collided with another person’s, both shards crashing like watermelons.
Taking advantage of their proximity, Lin Miao immediately dashed out from the shield cover, storming into the group of operatives, using their bodies as shields, making others hesitate to use machine guns.
When engaging similar power armor combatants, caution is needed, but now tearing them apart was no different from slaughtering chickens. Instantly causing chaos, the high-frequency blade sliced through subcutaneous armor as if through air, pulling without any hindrance from start to end.
Alternatively, grabbing someone’s leg and dragging them across the ground, using them as weapons, ground until the opponent was shredded, blood and flesh indistinct, after repeated collisions only leaving a calf clasped in hand.