In 11B's eyes, the stalker drove his car directly to block the six-lane pedestrian street in both directions. The already congested traffic flow came to a standstill in an instant, and the sound of horns echoed throughout the street.
"Let me see?" Gary took the periscope and saw a police car, having arrived on the scene, overturned in the middle of the road. Before the occupants could climb out, it was blasted apart by a miniature machine gun fired by thugs on the other side of the road. Flames shot up about five meters into the air, and the shockwave shattered the windows of nearby shops, scattering glass all over the ground. "Oh my God! Thorium God!" he cursed.
11B said, "We'd better leave now."
Gary put his hand on the center console. "I can't just stand by and watch someone die. Can I at least call for backup?"
"Don't do that!" 11B lowered her voice. "They're well-prepared. Without the necessary information, any reinforcements they send would be a death sentence. If your colleagues were just a little late, they'd be grateful to you!"
Gary thought for a moment and canceled the call. "Then we should get out of the car immediately. They'll find us sooner or later, and this police car is no match for machine guns. Do you have a clear idea of their position? Are there any secret guards around?"
11B pushed the door open a crack, and the noise from outside immediately came into the car. He stuck his head out to look back, then quickly retracted his head and made a "synchronize" gesture to Gary.
The two men unbuckled their seat belts in tacit understanding, half-crouched and climbed out of the car, moved close to the car shell towards the trunk, and then hid under the back of the car.
By this time, the pedestrian street was abuzz with activity. Most people were attempting to flee, but their inexperience meant they easily exposed their backs to the thugs, drawing relentless fire. Instantly, blood and flesh flew everywhere, with many ripped in two or their upper bodies completely missing. Those who managed to survive were missing limbs and collapsed to the ground, screaming in agony. Gary, who was near the road, was also covered in blood, though fortunately, the erratic bullets missed his flesh.
"Hurry—put on the exoskeleton!" 11B yelled at him.
"The police can't defend against that caliber!"
"I know! And even the military model can't protect against it! It was taken from an armored vehicle! Only the tank's active defense system can withstand it!"
Gary didn't say any more nonsense. He worked with 11B to take the two exoskeletons out of the trunk, put them on him first, and then put them on himself.
Without waiting for the exoskeleton system to complete its self-check, he pulled out a few rifles and some rechargeable magazines filled with bullets from the trunk of the Universal, and then pulled 11B, who was kneeling on one knee, to hide behind a transport vehicle.
Gary tossed one of the weapons to 11B, who caught it and hesitated. "This is... a semi-automatic Uprising 319 long-range railgun? Where's the magazine?"
"Here, just two, use them sparingly!"
"Click—" 11B clumsily loaded the bullets into the chamber and placed the other magazine on the exoskeleton's waist mounting point. "I haven't used this old gun in a long time," he said. "I'm not sure I can shoot accurately."
"The exoskeleton has a fire control module." Gary didn't even turn his head, maintaining a concealed observation posture. "Open our internal frequency band... Sharing the target location... Okay, if you need me, I will immediately provide covering fire!"
11B raised the Type 319, hid behind the cover chosen by Gary, and slowly extended the muzzle of the gun. The muzzle sensor immediately transmitted the image to the helmet. At the same time, with the auxiliary calculation of the data core, the fire control module marked several yellow diamond-shaped boxes on it, and then whenever the muzzle was aimed at them, they would turn red.
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com