In the distance, the sniper team that’s been keeping an eye on Hammer is also at a loss against this guy. Adam Hammer seems to have a sixth sense, never exposing himself to shooting windows. Even if experts catch a fleeting chance to fire, Hammer will dodge with a Sianweistan maneuver.
With sixty to seventy years of combat experience, Adam Hammer is not only a transformed killing machine but also a top-tier warrior king.
He fired two mini-missiles from his Zor shotgun at the support pillars near the Wildman’s heavy machine gun emplacement. The collapsing concrete instantly buried the Wildman and everything around him. After neutralizing this sole potential threat, he recklessly unleashed firepower on the players’ positions, forcing over a dozen players to keep their heads down.
When Natural Curl saw his chance and used a Sianweistan to accelerate behind Adam Hammer, ready to plunge the long knife into what appeared to be the weak spot—his brain—he hadn’t anticipated that Adam Hammer would be faster.
Grabbing the blade with his five fingers, he crushed the alloy-made knife with a snap, then moved behind Natural Curl with even greater speed and grabbed him by the neck, delivering a fierce knee strike to the stomach.
A torrent of blood mixed with viscera spewed out of Natural Curl’s mouth, and his limbs hung limp.
Once sure the man in his grasp posed no threat, he tossed him to the ground.
In the brief moment that Natural Curl bought, the giant and Potato in heavy exoskeletons rushed at Adam Hammer from both sides, laden with explosives large enough to bring down the entire floor. Clearly, they intended to take this BOSS-level figure down with them.
But the seemingly unbeatable tactic that had worked in previous versions failed against Hammer for the first time. Without a second thought, he activated the Sianweistan, evading their encirclement, and with one hand grabbed each multi-hundred-kilo person and hurled them out of the building.
Two explosions transformed into fireworks in the sky.
It was almost effortless domination.
"Is this all you’ve got? What a bunch of useless trash."
Adam Hammer flexed his wrist and looked at the players still resisting, saying in a dull tone,
"It seems Huang Ban’s training gets worse by the day."
"Adam Hammer, perhaps you’re jumping to conclusions too early."
The sudden voice startled Hammer, making him look up, where he saw a giant bat in peculiar combat armor standing atop the ceiling that had been blasted open. His biometric radar hadn’t picked up this figure at all.
"You’re their leader."
Hammer wanted to leap to the floor, to confront this mysterious character.
"Interesting. Let me see how you differ from them, see if your bones are as hard as the rumors say."
Lin Miao pointed behind Hammer,
"You’d better figure out how to deal with them, Mr. Hammer. You can’t just leave after catching their interest."
Hammer was puzzled, and when he turned his head, he actually found that the Natural Curl, who should have been incapacitated, was wobbling and using a shattered knife to struggle up from the ground.
His face was covered in blood, but his eyes were exceptionally excited. After standing up, he pointed the broken knife at Adam Hammer,
"Hey, BOSS over there, stop the jabbering. Are you in heat?!"
A hand suddenly burst out from within the crushed concrete, pushing aside a block of cement weighing hundreds of kilos, and the Wildman poked his head out.
"Whew, I almost suffocated in there."
Then came the sound of grapples sliding; Brother Ni, Voucher, and Egyptian Beauty, who had barely escaped from pursuing robots, leapt through the blasted window into the building.
"It’s BOSS fight time."
Meanwhile, on Panshing Street, the Huang Ban captain received news that left him in disbelief.
The captain, shocked, looked toward the end of the street, as his subordinates followed his gaze, bewildered.
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"Quick, quick, quick! Tow the scrapped vehicles over to block the street; get on the roof and secure the high ground..."
The captain hadn’t finished his orders when the ground of the street began to tremble, and all Huang Ban agents faintly heard the ferocious sound of a guitar roaring.
Suddenly, a convoy with an imposing presence charged in from the end of the street. The lead military-tech Behemoth truck had been so heavily modified by the Vortex Gang that it was unrecognizable, with an oversized metal shovel welded to its bumper and steel plates affixed to the front. The vehicle was covered with eerie skull paint and iron spikes.
A band considered lunatics by all music companies was perched atop the cargo bed, frantically playing, accompanied by the shouting of hundreds, if not thousands, of Vortex Gang members.
"Open fire! Quickly, open fire to stop them!"
A swarm of drones swooped down, their small-caliber submachine guns strafing the convoy in a rapid-fire burst, while the Vortex Gang members stubbornly fought back, instantly drawing pistols and submachine guns to return fire.
In terms of firepower, the gangs were no match for corporate forces, yet they possessed the primal courage and madness long extinguished from corporate lackeys.
Stray dogs need no tombstones, only running until they decay.
"Hahahahaha!! You Huang Ban Chihuahuas, taste your daddy’s big gun!"
The lead truck driver laughed hysterically, flooring the accelerator and heading straight for the Huang Ban armored force ahead.
This Behemoth truck comes with 38mm steel plates welded on it; the only difference from an armored vehicle is its size—big enough to transport tanks. Not to mention, the Vortex Gang had further fortified its armor, making it appear more formidable and massive.