Alonna was covered in blood from the waist up.

Her cooling jacket was burned through from the overuse of her prosthetic body, and combined with continuous combat with the Exile, she had no time to configure it, wearing only a perforated, athletic gray tank top.

The spine glowed in a pale light with a flowing light blue.

Sianweistan flashed between obstacles, a close-combat prosthetic from the time-stopping series, pressing down on the mob, and even specially prepared a monomolecular straight blade.

She waited for her prosthetic body to cool down in the ruins.

The madmen trailing behind cursed and roared, with fluorescent tattoos matched with red artificial eyes, rushed towards her like a zombie siege along the iron frame.

Alonna dropped the gun bag, smoothly pulled out a sniper rifle, turned around, and darted out from behind cover for a high-ground instant shot.

White light pierced through a mechanical arm.

The Mantis Blade dropped several times, plunging into the ground.

The Exile with the severed arm lost balance and knelt down, while the unlucky guy behind him took a hard hit to the chest; the buffered bullet didn't penetrate but caused the prosthetic body to burst into dense electric arcs.

He howled and rolled down.

Boom——

The echo of the bullet floated in the air.

The kinetic sniper rifle Alonna used was custom-made, its mere echo had a soul-shaking oppressive power.

John couldn't help but turn his head to observe.

Alonna fired several shots in succession, with a steady rhythm and clear targets—whoever charged in front would be shot in the head, and after adjusting her state, her accuracy became higher and higher.

She emptied the magazine, her prosthetic body cooled, and she disappeared, rushing in on her own.

The sound of metal friction and dismemberment was incessant.

Severed bodies and limbs were scattered everywhere.

John stepped over them.

He raised his gun to cautiously advance, and something wet kept dripping, exploding when it was a short distance from the ground.

Boom, boom.

The barrel of the Iron Law Executor slightly yellowed.

Smoke and dust continued to explode in front of John, and at the same time, a blood mist always spread out from behind obstacles.

Like strolling in a light red rain.

Explosions became more frequent, and a network of tracers from all directions formed to cover the front battlefield.

Squelch!

"F*ck!"

John cursed as his rifle exploded in his hands, fragments even hitting near his chest.

The Iron Law Executor melted from the middle.

Flames burned vigorously from above the magazine.

"The gun's broken."

[Oulos: Let me check the backend data, damn it, you've been using that mode for too long, this thing is borrowed from me!]

"F*ck, girl, it broke at the worst possible time!"

John suffered intense retaliation, only able to awkwardly flee with his arms shielding his head.

[Compensation is a small issue, the bastards at Isaac Military Industry would want complete battle data, exposing the new prosthetic... never mind, we'll talk later, don't die.]

"...Damn it!"

John cursed at the silent comms.

He hated the inherent rationality and indifference of the middleman, as if the living beings in the middle of the battlefield were just a pile of consumables.

Exile gunners all bore down.

John hoped to find a weapon to protect himself among the corpses, when suddenly a Plato Intelligent Rifle landed nearby.

He bent down to pick it up, a head poked out from behind an obstacle.

The Exile just stood up and was shot, then two more bullets swept over his head.

Alonna had taken over a section of an abandoned signal tower.

She kicked a gun over to John and began to suppress with sniper fire.

Da-da-da-da—

Dense bullets whizzed past John.

Nando, having gained significant weight, advanced in exoskeleton heavy armor at the level of anti-riot infantry.

Holding a Gatling gun.

The dense bullet rain destroyed half the wall by sheer volume, even breaking the rusty steel rebar inside.

Gravel exploded.

John saw a group of charging Exiles being torn apart.

[Oulos: So far so good, the outpost area is stabilized, the automated turrets in the transport zone are marked, hold off on advancing, I just found something good with a mobile signal source...]

John breathed a slight sigh of relief.

Nando stood like a god of death in the middle of the road.

The camp gunners escorted a small car with an antenna slowly to the center of the battlefield.

The Exiles were beaten into blind panic.

They had no time to spare, only the ones equipped with Sianweistan and long-range firearms were trying to harass.

John took the opportunity to catch his breath and rest.

He injected a new serum, reflecting on the battle, feeling it went much smoother than the operation at the scrapyard, and notably, he hadn't encountered any hacker attacks.

John switched his prosthetic eye mode to detect data transmission.

"F*ck... this..."

The sky before his eyes turned green, countless drones forming network nodes.

The little car with antennas was the signal source.

John didn't understand hacker auxiliary devices, but having been captured due to activating hacker mode, it automatically switched audio, and he heard several cold voices broadcasting complex data to each other.

The camp hackers wreaked havoc on the network laid by Oulos, cyberspace was awash in blood, and all automatic weapons with insufficient ICE firmware were taken over by them.

The madmen from the Exiles' side also turned into roasted brains.

[User Detection/Kicked Out]

With the advanced artificial eye, John glimpsed a corner of the network.

He lasted only a few seconds before being kicked out by detected hackers, Oulos even sent him a message saying "Don't get in the way."

[Stop Moving Forward.]

Nando sent a message across the attack group's channel.

They simultaneously heard the sound of fireworks taking flight.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh—

Everyone looked up at the depths of Silver Port:

The remnants of illuminated buildings flickered with wavering light, and amidst a pale curtain, a thick orange tail flame shot straight towards the clouds.

A rocket launch.

John's first thought was this.

But the scale was clearly not that exaggerated.

He repeatedly focused his prosthetic eye to the limit, capturing a bit of information before the target moved out of range.

[Missile: Plato Intercontinental Chain [Military Edition]]

It was actually a weapon of war!

[Oulos: From a cyberspace perspective, we even crossed the street, reaching the container area, and inside there's actually equipment from a corporate war era.]

"F*ck, giving crazy people like them?"

"Aren't you afraid of starting a war?"

"Where is it going to hit? Let's hope it doesn't wipe out our people or the goods on the dock."

[Just wait and see.]

[Someone from Plato contacted me, hoping to use this thing on-site. After all, according to Eden City's laws, hiding military hazardous weapons in an experimental warehouse is a serious issue.]

"Damn it, there aren't enough dangerous things in the warehouse already? Ironfoot Kelp used those weapons and killed countless people!"

...

The channel kept conversing.

Gunfire on the battlefield had almost ceased, seemingly most eyes were fixed on that "firework."

In full view, it exploded, scattering into dozens of brighter light points that descended rapidly, then locked onto targets with extreme speed, flying to various parts of the abandoned city.

Subsequent dense explosions rang out.

Silver Port seemed to revert to wartime.

Wall-like waves of heat surged, and high towers of smoke spread from afar, covering corpses and bullet shells...

The members of Damascus Camp stood silently.

John, too, held his rifle without speaking.

In corporate wars, countless more terrifying killing tools than this were detonated every day in the world.

The Wanderers were those whose homes were taken by the corporations.

Amid the swirling dust, it seemed as if they remembered the crushing agony making it hard to breathe.

[Scanned fixed turrets have been cleared.]

[This is as far as the hackers can go, the radiation and signal interference burden us greatly, two have already overloaded offline, others will log out one by one for rest.]

[Keep moving forward.]

Oulos said in the channel.

Nando had taken charge of the scene, and then the heavily armored unit emitted steady and powerful footsteps, advancing first toward the burning road, the Wanderers behind gradually recovered from their trance, and also followed.

John picked up his rifle and chased after them.

Alonna communicated in the voice channel—she was preparing to go to a vantage point and use the sniper rifle to assume the position of a precision shooter.

John was still replying to her.

Suddenly interrupted by a burst of commotion and screams.

There was a collapse and explosion at the front.

Flames rose where Nando was, the concrete surface of the entire road was lifted like torn scabs, and those camp members walking in the front turned into wreckage...

John squinted, cheeks wrinkled by the fierce wind.

Flesh paste stuck to his face.

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