Without giving him a chance to regret, the grenade rolled beside him erupted with a thunderous explosion, blasting him away, engulfing all his consciousness, becoming yet another insignificant corpse in this conflict.
As the battle unfolded, not only did Miao Lun's hands transform into sharp blades, but various parts of his body also began to change.
Above his waist, his body sprouted thicker silver armor, and his head morphed into some unique biological information integration system. Tiny hairs grew on his feet, making him aware of every vibration on the surrounding ground.
For example, an armored vehicle moving nearby, with its gun turret turning towards him.
For example, someone behind aiming at him with a single soldier anti-tank missile.
For example, a sniper lying in wait at a high vantage point, trying to lock onto his figure with an anti-material sniper rifle.
The Mechanical Life Armor endowed Miao Lun with immense combat power and made his information capture and collection more efficient. Modern warfare is all about information warfare, and capturing information on the battlefield is crucial.
Miao Lun suddenly came to a screeching halt on the spot, a series of machine gunfire swept past in front of him, marked clearly by tracers.
It wasn't that Miao Lun was faster than the bullets, but because he had preemptively captured the trajectory of the machine gun adjusting on the armored vehicle, allowing him to dodge beforehand.
The machine gunfire didn't hit Miao Lun; instead, it struck several of their own, turning them into shattered corpses.
However, the battlefield was too chaotic, and Miao Lun couldn't avoid all the threatening attacks.
Just as Miao Lun dodged a rocket, machine gun bullets swept towards him like a whip.
There were also National Guard soldiers near Miao Lun, who were blown to pieces by the machine gun, unfortunately, the armored vehicle crew had lost their calm and didn't care about friendly fire. They were desperate to take down this monster, Miao Lun.
The power of a machine gun is not comparable to ordinary rifle bullets. This caliber of a machine gun can even penetrate a tank's top, and an ordinary armored vehicle can't withstand such strafing.
These massive machine gun bullets hit the Mechanical Life Armor that Miao Lun wore, causing the silver armor to dent as if the bullets had sunk into latex. The bullets embedded but didn't penetrate, instead being expelled after dissipating the impact force through multiple layers.
The machine gun bullets made Miao Lun stagger, his chest ached, and the incomplete dissipated force affected his body.
Meanwhile, Miao Lun could also feel the Mechanical Life Armor was somewhat languid, its luster had dimmed compared to its initial brightness.
This was the limitation of the Mechanical Life Armor. Although it intercepted the machine gun, if hit multiple times, surpassing its limit, the armor would be completely destroyed, losing its defensive effect.
But Miao Lun wouldn't let that happen. His eyes sharpened, immediately locating the retaliating armored vehicle, running in a zigzag pattern to avoid the machine gunfire, rushing towards it rapidly.
While running, Miao Lun picked up a rocket launcher from the ground, loading a rocket into the tube.
The two sides were over a thousand meters apart. Seeing Miao Lun charging aggressively, the armored vehicle driver quickly reversed. But Miao Lun, even while running, was far faster than the armored vehicle, with agility beyond comparison.
At full speed, Miao Lun quickly approached the optimal range for the rocket launcher, decisively aiming at the armored vehicle and pulling the trigger.
With a deafening roar, the rocket launcher's metal jet ignited the internal ammunition, setting the armored vehicle ablaze. Several of its crew ran out engulfed in flames, screaming in agony.
Miao Lun knew his time was limited, so he chose to abandon close combat and deliberately picked up various weapons on the ground.
Since inside the Olympic Village, he didn't have weapons prepared in advance and only brought the Second Generation Life Breeding Equipment, so he needed the enemy to deliver arms to him.
In no time, Miao Lun grabbed a machine gun, a sniper rifle, and a rocket launcher, stowing these weapons at his back. Instantly, mercury-like armor expanded, swallowing the weapons. Then on his shoulders, the silvery-white liquid flowed, splitting and restructuring into two mercury arms, now holding two heavy machine guns, spraying bullets in all directions. He used the rocket launcher for armored targets or the sniper rifle for long-range sniping, simultaneously dodging incoming rockets and machine gun fire with agility.
Meanwhile, Miao Lun himself brandished a Gatling Machine Gun in each hand, pouring out relentless bullet rain.
At this moment, Miao Lun was essentially a humanoid firepower platform, bullets firing madly.
Although close combat with sharp blades felt immensely satisfying, slicing through enemies like a fruit ninja, cleaving them in two.
But, compared to the efficiency of guns, it was far less effective. A single bullet, with a simple finger pull, could take a life.
Using swords required Miao Lun to charge at enemies personally, whereas in the same time, he could have fired countless bullets, killing many more enemies.
In reality, the site was already on the verge of collapse. Miao Lun wasn't the only one committing these massacres but also 19 other Genetic Warriors wearing Mechanical Life Armor.
The Genetic Warriors, with their strong physiques and abilities, combined with Mechanical Life Armor, had devastating effects against light infantry and light armor. Their bullets were mostly deflected by the armor, leaving only machine guns, anti-tank missiles, and rockets as threats.
But, under the collective effort of the warriors, these high-threat targets were quickly eliminated.
The remaining infantry, faced with the Genetic Warriors, were like lambs awaiting slaughter. They couldn't hold on and began fleeing this nightmarish place at all costs.
The Genetic Warriors pursued and executed, chasing out of the Olympic Village onto the streets, leaving behind a trail of dismembered corpses, blood flowing and splattering freely, turning the once holy sports ground into a blood-soaked slaughterhouse.