In the distance, the sniper team that’s been keeping an eye on Hamr is also at a loss against this guy. Adam Hamr seems to have a sixth sense, never exposing himself to shooting windows. Even if experts catch a fleeting chance to fire, Hamr will dodge with a Sianweistan maneuver.
With sixty to seventy years of combat experience, Adam Hamr is not only a transford 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 emplacent. 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 Hamr, ready to plunge the long knife into what appeared to be the weak spot—his brain—he hadn’t anticipated that Adam Hamr 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.
"Pft..."
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 mont that Natural Curl bought, the giant and Potato in heavy exoskeletons rushed at Adam Hamr 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 Hamr for the first ti. Without a second thought, he activated the Sianweistan, evading their encirclent, and with one hand grabbed each multi-hundred-kilo person and hurled them out of the building.
Two explosions transford into fireworks in the sky.
It was almost effortless domination.
"Is this all you’ve got? What a bunch of useless trash."
Adam Hamr 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 Hamr, perhaps you’re jumping to conclusions too early."
The sudden voice startled Hamr, making him look up, where he saw a giant bat in peculiar combat armor standing atop the ceiling that had been blasted open. His biotric radar hadn’t picked up this figure at all.
"You’re their leader."
Hamr wanted to leap to the floor, to confront this mysterious character.
"Interesting. Let see how you differ from them, see if your bones are as hard as the rumors say."
Lin Miao pointed behind Hamr,
"You’d better figure out how to deal with them, Mr. Hamr. You can’t just leave after catching their interest."
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Hamr 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 Hamr,
"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 cent weighing hundreds of kilos, and the Wildman poked his head out.
"Whew, I almost suffocated in there."
Then ca 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 ti."
anwhile, 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.
"Everyone, find cover imdiately and build a defensive line on the spot!"
"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 tal 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 mbers.
"Open fire! Quickly, open fire to stop them!"
Zoom, zoom, zoom!
A swarm of drones swooped down, their small-caliber submachine guns strafing the convoy in a rapid-fire burst, while the Vortex Gang mbers 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 cos with 38mm steel plates welded on it; the only difference from an armored vehicle is its size—big enough to transport tanks. Not to ntion, the Vortex Gang had further fortified its armor, making it appear more formidable and massive.
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