Chapter 501 - 472 The Backdoor of Full-Body Prosthetics

The entire Colorado Farm was in complete chaos!

In fact, more vehicles kept arriving, and many thought it was an ideal place to unleash their combat prowess:

The terrain of Colorado Farm was somewhat more complex than that of Evil Land, with narrower roads and small cabins that could obstruct vision.

However, the cabins couldn’t even block rifle bullets, so with a good multimodal perception system, they could navigate the streets while firing through these structures to achieve through-wall strikes.

But...

Everyone expected their opponents to be at most enhanced armor, using vehicle-mounted heavy machine guns and rocket launchers—maybe a bit of military-grade explosives, possibly some drones.

But the real issue was: if that behemoth from Evil Land appeared before them, could they really pose a threat to it?

No one knew.

In reality, Lille was already sweating a bit: just entering, they had already captured an electromagnetic cannon, and who knew what awaited inside.

"How’s it looking?"

Lille sat in the driver’s seat, but the vehicle was actually being driven by AI, and even actions were assisted by Little Octopus.

To be honest, Lille could be considered almost disabled.

But the data streaming through his mind was immense, and the computing power of the legendary Mackinaw’s vehicle chip was limited. If a hacker invaded, the chances of defense were unknown.

After all, the enemy’s faction had a wandering AI.

So Lille was monitoring the network with one eye and dismantling the freshly acquired electromagnetic cannon with the other.

"High-tech, Rheinmetall themselves might not be able to build this thing anymore."

The regulation level of the EMG-85 was higher than that of a raccoon dog; it was a large weapon used by armored infantry.

But considering its potential power, its size was quite petite.

Just looking at the acceleration array, its size was only slightly larger than that of a raccoon dog sniper rifle, but the projectile muzzle energy was over four times greater.

Reaching this level was only possible due to the materials used in the acceleration array...

It was a genuine military-grade superconducting material.

Unfortunately, the thing was already broken; all the materials couldn’t detect any apparent superconducting material effects, making it difficult to decipher the complete functionality of the system from the fragments.

It could only be taken back for reverse engineering.

Boom—

Explosions and gunfire kept coming from the dark Colorado Farm. Lille put away the electromagnetic cannon and transmitted the plan to V and Jack’s HUDs.

So far, a total of 48 vehicles had appeared in this area, 37 of which had already broken down. Their task was to clear out the ones who might still be alive and then move on to the next stage.

Given that the cars had broken down, the battle had turned from a racing competition to a street conflict, with some mercenaries and thugs using the terrain to push back directly—

Why not quit the race?

This wasn’t a legitimate competition.

Saint Domingo was not like Evil Land; even though it was dangerous and vast, if you ran, no one would come after you.

But here, this was Six Street Gang’s territory. One of Lille’s goals was to consolidate the position of several factions influenced by himself in the major areas.

All the participants, every single one, were audacious madmen...

Either fight with all their might like a stray dog or die here.

Boom!

Mackinaw turned a corner, and the wreckage of cars in the middle of the street piled up, forming what looked like a bonfire.

Gunmen from Six Street Gang were in the buildings on both sides, but the enemy was equally outrageous—

A cybernetic giant over two meters tall, clutching his head, charged at a house like a wild bull!

Every step he took left cracks in the ground, and where his calf and thigh muscles should be was spewing steam. Lille’s scanner showed that, aside from the brain, the average body temperature of this guy was already at 60 degrees Celsius, with steam exceeding 170 degrees Celsius, enough to scald a person!

Bam!

The brute stormed into a small two-story house, with loud crashes following, then the whole building began to collapse!

This guy had brought down an entire house!

"What kind of cyber monster..." Whispering witnesses were already scared out of their wits.

The natural veneration of beings towards those with immense strength was instinctive. If one stood in front of a bear, they’d be terrified—it’s uncontrollable.

A mobile, humanoid bulldozer... that’s even more terrifying.

But humans didn’t reach the top of the food chain by mere physical prowess; this kind of attack only showed he was almost spent.

[Remaining High Explosive Armor-Piercing Rounds: 5]

The brute charged out of the wreckage, heading for another house, causing the entire Six Street Gang inside to panic and start jumping out!

But turning the corner at the same time was the legendary Mackinaw!

"We finish these rounds first."

Bam.

The High Explosive Armor-Piercing Bullet was fired; the brute didn’t even have time to look back at the approaching vehicle.

Boom!

The explosion happened, and the Six Street gunners, still in shock, peeked outside.

They saw a sizable crater in the ground, as if someone had used C4 to blow it up.

As for the brute...

There was nothing left, though on closer inspection, familiar components could be seen hanging on far-off rooftops and other buildings.

When the second target appeared in sight, Lille saw him holding a comrade while covering their retreat with an assault rifle.

His robust, wide armor allowed him to withstand most gunfire and even explosions. His incredible strength enabled him to dismantle a small apartment building to retrieve weapons from Six Street Gang corpses when his own ran out of bullets.

It was a poignant scene, but it couldn’t withstand a High Explosive Armor-Piercing Bullet.

[Remaining High Explosive Armor-Piercing Rounds: 4]

There was also a cyber psycho tearing down buildings.

[Remaining High Explosive Armor-Piercing Rounds: 3]

Another constantly flung metal debris, becoming a human catapult.

[Remaining High Explosive Armor-Piercing Rounds: 2]

Some even successfully hijacked vehicles, attempting to escape.

[Remaining High Explosive Armor-Piercing Rounds: 1]

But having been ambushed once, they were just one bullet away from death.

Within ten minutes, the legendary Mackinaw passed every temporarily resisting opponent and blew them apart.

The Six Street Gang watched the vehicle barrel away and the craters left behind, each sitting dumbfounded on the floor.

Death God had glanced at them, but had been taken out by that Mackinaw.

All they had was awe, and more awe.

The last one, when Lille found him, he was kneeling on the highway, clutching his head, his huge body trembling. Behind him was a wrecked car, with a few barely alive inside.

"Lille..." Jack suddenly felt a hint of sympathy.

"Kill him." Lille’s tone was no different than usual, but it sounded extremely cold.

Even V couldn’t help but look away from the man.

"Mano, they..."

"Their full-body prosthetics have been tampered with," said Lille. "If you find it hard to pull the trigger, fine. The explosion limit can’t damage our armor system."

Jack said nothing, his aim already fixed on the man.

He saw the man lift his tear-streaked, desolate face.

For some reason, looking at this man, Jack suddenly saw a reflection of himself yearning for fame.

Or perhaps all mercenaries and hooligans seeking fame; today, they had seen many like him, almost all resembling this man.

It’s not that he had ever been on his knees, but...

He never imagined, even as an opponent, wanting to spare them but not being able to because their employer wouldn’t spare them either.

In that moment of hesitation, the legendary Mackinaw had arrived in front of the man.

Differing from V who turned away and Jack who was lost in thought, Lille kept his eyes fixed on the man’s complex expression the whole time...

Regret, frustration, pain, fear, terror... even grievances were visible on his face.

In the final shooting window, all those expressions on the man’s face suddenly froze. Anger and disbelief started to surface, while at the same time, his tears flowed uncontrollably, with his entire frame spewing coolant!

This was the backdoor Lille talked about.

In the process of analyzing these full-body prosthetics, he had found some interesting minor details:

Samson’s operational power was very high, requiring a highly efficient cooling system.

But if the cooling failed, the overclocked prosthetic system locked all the moving parts. These locked components, combined with Samson’s armor, formed a robust shell. Beneath the shell was a core where both the temperature and pressure were rising constantly.

This made it akin to a bomb.

Coincidentally, Little Octopus had found some unnecessary remote control devices among the fragments.

Lille felt Jack’s hesitation and uncertainty, but he knew Jack would pull the trigger in the last moment...

"Save a bullet then."

[Da Mai: Hammer—30 vehicle cannon offline, explosion defense mode adjusted!]

[Da Mai: Impact incoming!]

The impact swept through the entire street!