Lucy didn’t stop firing her pistol, continuously shooting at the Tiger Claw gang pursuing them. Her aim wasn’t perfect, but in the narrow space, those guys didn’t dare to charge recklessly.
They were gang thugs, not suicide squads or madmen.
Small-caliber submachine guns and pistols couldn’t even penetrate a suit at close range. High-level thugs got taken down in seconds, who knows what freakishly powerful cybernetic enhancements those two had.
Why risk their lives for a paycheck that barely covers the month? Firing a couple of shots into the air is enough to appease the boss.
They weren’t like their ancestors who could rush at tanks with just manure shovels. Those hot-blooded fools died long ago in gang wars.
Only those with defensive cybernetic enhancements dared to be more reckless.
Pump-action shotguns were powerful, but they always had a weakness in lasting power. Once out of ammo, the Tiger Claw gang wouldn’t give you time to slowly reload.
Just after descending from the fourth to the second floor, eight rounds were spent.
Using the gun butt, he smashed the head of a lackey against the wall, bringing his head into intimate contact with it. Lin Miao quickly carried Lucy and dashed into the second floor.
Before entering, he tossed a grenade down the staircase as a parting gift.
A thunderous explosion reverberated through the stairwell, uncertain if it hit anyone.
The relentless gunfight caused small shops here to either close or flee, while those with nowhere to run huddled in corners praying.
The bulletproof vest on his chest was nearly worn out, ceramic plates shattered, Kevlar fibers torn, and the skin underneath was likely bruised and battered.
If he hadn’t preemptively replaced his ribs, internal bleeding would probably have occurred by now.
Shrinking into a secluded corner, he reloaded while asking Lucy,
"Huff... huff... Are you alright?"
"I’m... alright, the virus has been cleared."
Reluctantly, Lucy dismounted from Lin Miao’s back. She couldn’t figure out how this bulletproof suit was made, feeling its defense was almost like heavy-duty subdermal armor. Bullets hitting it were only slightly painful, not even scratches.
But he had draped this clothing over her.
"But you, giving me this jacket, how bad are your injuries?"
"Well, I’m not dead yet, am I?"
Lin unbuttoned and tossed the hefty bulletproof vest aside, lifted his shirt, and saw the bruising. His shoulder wound was bleeding, but thankfully, it wasn’t too serious.
If only he’d applied to a sports school back then; as a sports student, he wouldn’t need any bulletproof vest now, right?
Lucy touched the bruises and the shoulder wound with her hand. She abruptly felt a pang of concern, her fingers stained with his mixed blood and sweat, but Lin Miao, with his pain sensors off, didn’t feel a thing.
Even at this dangerous juncture, Lucy noticed surprisingly that he had no panic on his face, his eyes continuously scanning the surrounding terrain.
"Mann, how long until you arrive? We’re surrounded on the second floor."
The big guy sat in the driver’s seat, the steering wheel looked as tiny as a doughnut in his hands. Ignoring any traffic lights, he floored the accelerator, forcefully squeezing through the gaps between the cars ahead.
He glanced at the location Lin Miao sent, just a few hundred meters away on the second floor.
The thin middle-aged man in the back seat eagerly responded,
"Understood, haha, what a spectacle!"
He turned and rummaged through the car’s trunk, pulling out grenades, cutters, and miscellaneous explosives one by one.
"This... not right... this one too... Aha! Found it!"
Mann noticed through the rearview mirror what Pira had pulled out: a single-tube rocket launcher. He immediately retracted the car’s roof and reminded over the channel,
"Stay away from the wall, we’re going in."
His left hand extended out of the window, its shell unfolded, and a launcher emerged, firing three shots in succession, knocking aside the Tiger Claw gang’s blocking vehicles.
In the back seat, Pira pointed his rocket launcher at the second-floor target,
"Taste Pira’s Little Pira! R! P! G!"
Even though what he fired wasn’t technically an RPG, it didn’t stop the masses from loving the phrase.
Upon hearing Mann’s voice, Lin Miao instinctively felt uneasy. After Lucy severed the neck of a Tiger Claw assassin with a monofilament who was about to ambush him from behind, he immediately pulled her close, using his suit to wrap them both up.
The rocket, trailing white smoke, accelerated instantly to 300 m/s with the help of its boosters. By the time the gang surrounding the building heard its whistle, it had already intimately collided with the structure.
The violent explosion shattered the wall, debris piercing through the flames terrified everyone present.
Pira chuckled and slumped back into his seat, looking like he’d just finished something satisfying after seeing the rocket hit its target.
Meanwhile, Mann’s car, much like him, aggressively forced its way through the Tiger Claw’s blockade, opening a path. Dorillo and Rebecca followed closely behind, unleashing a barrage of handgun and rifle fire, momentarily suppressing the surrounding Tiger Claw members.
Two figures jumped from the smoke-clouded second floor, landing precisely on Mann and Dorillo’s cars.
Once they had their targets, the muscular couple moved in eerie unison, shifting into reverse and gunning the engine, tires skidding on the ground as they backed out of the battlefield.
Before leaving, Pira didn’t forget to toss a bunch of grenades and smoke bombs, leaving the scene in complete chaos with the smoke and explosions.