A Sixth Street Gang officer, nearly blown to pieces, cursed loudly,
"Those Huang Ban bastards never said they had these things!"
"Where's the exoskeleton? Get those damn things up here and smash those two-legged robots!"
He wasn't too worried that these things could turn the tide. The price of having a rotary machine gun and multi-barrel rocket launcher with fierce firepower was quick ammunition depletion, and they wouldn't give the opponent a chance to reload.
Only after holding against the machine gun fire did the exoskeleton bearer snap back to reality. With one hand holding a shield and the other wielding a machine gun, he fired at the door fra robots.
But....
The effect was not as good as they had imagined.
The problem wasn't the door fra's defensive strength, but its ridiculously outrageous design.
People usually shoot at the torso, where the hit rate is highest, or aim for a headshot kill, but this door fra thing...
It has no torso,
just two stick-like legs and a beam, with the sa length and thickness, and an open space in the middle. Most bullets flew right through its bottom, with barely any proper hits.
And it wasn't just the door fras charging out of the warehouse. Players wearing improved exoskeletons appeared, too.
Compared to the MT-1s, which the gangs had modified beyond recognition, the MT-3 had thicker external armor, with 17mm composite armor at the front of the chest, thus foregoing the shield. The face mask was not only bulletproof but also equipped with an electronic optical sight to assist in aiming and firing the electronic-controlled machine gun. The shoulder was similarly equipped with the sa rocket launchers used by the door fras, albeit limited to just three rounds.
Smoke grenades, white phosphorus grenades, shock grenades... Players could load them as needed.
Of course, the production cost naturally soared. Excluding the equipnt, the unit cost skyrocketed to 15K, no longer comparable to the old cheap stuff that could be powered with any random motor from a cybernetic limb.
The "Land of Light's Street Skater" took the lead, the electric rollers at his feet accelerating, making the whole exoskeleton glide around the field like skating. Raising the machine gun on his right arm, he opened fire wildly. Although not as fast as a multi-barrel machine gun, he was adept at tearing apart vehicles. Yet, faced with the sheer number of MT-1s, he was overwheld by their intense firepower in less than three seconds.
"Damn it, the bun exoskeletons are way too strong."
"Where's the support? Get the control skills here, quick!"
"What control?"
"Smoke grenades, you fool!"
Only then did two players at the rear belatedly fire the freshly loaded shoulder-mounted smoke grenades, which traced arcs into the crowd.
Instantaneously, the area filled with acrid smoke. The old exoskeletons lacked a breathing filter system, leaving them helpless against the oncoming smoke, making them cough and gasp for air.
"Cough... cough cough... Boss, we... cough cough... can't see them anymore..."
"Shaless scoundrels... No trace of samurai spirit at all!"
Soone could still be heard shouting,
"They're directly ahead!"
"Maintain formation! Maintain formation! Don't let them breach our line!"
Seven or eight MT-3s, relying on infrared thermal imaging, fired indiscriminately into the crowd, completely ignoring the MT-1s rushing at the front.
The old editions, though problematic in all aspects, were truly annoying with their shields, practically immune to conventional weapons.
The gang mbers huddled in the back took heavy casualties. Facing these completely unexpected elents, the gang officers organizing the event were more and more infuriated.
This operation was crucial for them; if before it seed like a dark struggle, this ti, if the cyber psychos got any breathing room, it would an a full confrontation, leaving nothing but desolation.
A Sixth Street Gang officer took off his beret and slamd it to the ground.
"Bring all those things out and throw them at !"
However, just as he finished speaking, what they thought was an emptied warehouse revealed two more power armors.
One with a pale white coating, the other a deep blue, their over three-ter-tall fras made them particularly striking in this battle.
"Is that...."
Observing from afar, Albertson's pupils contracted suddenly. Weren't these the two toys they had deed as decorations?
What's the aning of bringing them out now?
She couldn't imagine Lin Miao indulging in sending out maids to serve tea and refreshnts to both battered sides during intermission.
But A2 and 2B directly showed Albertson with their actions what they were here for.
The rain fell even harder, the persistent downpour gradually tamping down the thick smoke. Before the gangs could feel relief, they suddenly saw, through the rain veil in the night, two massive steel hulks charging toward them at speed.
Raindrops struck their iron skin, splashing up countless droplets. Their movents were slow yet forceful, each step causing ripples in the puddles on the ground, their chest-mounted spotlights cutting through the darkness brilliantly.
Clang—
Dangerous Wanderer's right arm flicked out a chain sword,
Eureka Raider's hands revealed sharp blades,
The high-frequency vibrating blades instantly turning nearby raindrops into a thin mist, leaving no doubt about their sharpness.
After all, these were weapons made by scavenging ready-equipped high-frequency vibrating swords from Huang Ban's power armors.
Fuck!
Upon seeing this, Albertson's head buzzed loudly.
"That Hunter Plan is real! Are the counter-intelligence departnts just loafing around? These two enormous power armors have been parading right in front of you, and you actually thought they were fakes? You've been squandering the company's budget on whores, haven't you!"
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