Chapter 511 - 482 Execution

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[Name: Centaur Mecha (Modified)]

[Description: NCPD has purchased a batch of exoskeleton devices from military technology suppliers. These devices tend to favor linear frames over power armor, use multiple battery banks in series to power a half-plasma electromagnetic cannon capable of melting through 150 millimeters of homogeneous armor in standard conditions, and are equipped with a composite material shield.]

[Blais’s Note: You’re more familiar with this thing than I am. Military technology seems to have a software version for upgrading these devices.]

[On-site Scan Comparison: Weapon battery groups reduced, overall armor decreased, alloy rollers added to bipedal feet, shield removed, suspected increase in lethal melee weapons.]

Bang——

Jack reacted not as quickly as a cyborg fitted with Si Anweisitan, but he was definitely among the best of ordinary people.

Upon seeing the power armor dragged by the car, he paused for a moment. His body did not react in time, but he just happened to see the enemy’s power armor gradually completing its energy charge—

The thing looked quite similar to the half-plasma gun used by the Centaur Mecha: appearance, the red-hot color emitted by the barrel when charging...

All too familiar! Clearly, the Armored Mackinaw had used the half-plasma gun on the vehicle to blast the pursuers, and the heat from the blast was even felt as a hot wind at the intersection!

"—Jump out!"

But Lille did not pause, nor did Little Octopus; the two AIs, through Lille’s neural link, shared information and were ready to counterattack!

The constantly waving Octopus Arm shot out from the car window, its tips replaced with claws polished from Chroni Titanium, gripping firmly with three claws, using the force of the vehicle’s impact to penetrate deeply into the front plate of the Armored Mackinaw!

The driver and co-driver watched the claws penetrate, scared out of their wits!

But they had no time to react—

The claws opened and dumped a handful of hand grenades directly into the front seat of the car!

Pfft!

The armor bulged!

The explosive force and flames directly damaged the internal battery packs that powered the plasma gun, those pieces of prosthetic debris blown up and flying into the motor assembly, the unstable surge of electricity instantaneously burning out the plasma gun along the power lines!

The car billowed with black smoke, and the claws of the Octopus Arm were rebounded by the explosion, stubbornly stuck on the armor, laboriously connecting two vehicles with a total weight of over fifteen tons, stretched to the limit—

At this moment, a force completely made this attachment ineffective: Jack gathered his strength and jumped onto the Armored Mackinaw that had lost control!

Equipped with the XS—1 type power armor and burning knuckles, Jack weighed over 400 kilograms, and the Legendary Mackinaw sank abruptly. The armor plate grasped by the Octopus Arm had already been deformed by the explosion and was torn apart in an instant...

And the Armored Mackinaw, the two people in the front seats were blown open, their heads even left partially exposed.

Before they could react, Jack stepped onto the roof of the Armored Mackinaw, and the reshaped armor crunched down, pressing their vulnerable brains.

Jack’s movements were not as agile and swift as V’s; his actions were steadier, and even heavy armor plates had difficulty withstanding them.

The careening Armored Mackinaw slid, its tires exploded as Jack stepped onto it, and it skidded on the ground, rapidly decelerating.

And Jack, affixed firmly to the roof by the static adhesion system, lifted his left fist and shattered the enemy’s power armor weapon with one shot, the recoil and heat from the shellless bullet concentrating on his left fist, while the turbo propellers in his right elbow began to preheat—

Every strike of the burning knuckles was lethal, and a deadly strike required watching the opponent’s trends closely, especially since this Centaur Mecha seemed somewhat different from what he remembered.

In that lightning-fast moment, Jack’s caution certainly played a role:

The Centaur Mecha suddenly disconnected from the Armored Mackinaw, and the already broken plasma gun erupted in a violent explosion!

The damaged barrel assembly, propelled by the blast, turned into a fragmentation hand grenade, and this Centaur Mecha, having lost much of its armor protecting specific parts and the big shield, moved much faster than Jack expected!

Once free from the Armored Mackinaw, the legs of the Centaur Mecha burst into flames, charging towards the side of the car.

The lighter design and a more experienced operator allowed the mecha to move while using the recoil of the explosion to lift an arm; it grabbed something that looked like a handle on the back box...

Whiz——

A red-hot blade, one meter sixty long and almost thirty centimeters wide, was pulled from the box!

The rapid drawing speed brought out all the red-hot graphene and Martian dust, creating a scene like a dazzling fireworks show, dazzling to the eyes.

And this scalding blade, according to Jack’s scanner analysis, had reached a temperature of over 2000 degrees Celsius!

To know, even the hottest part of the Chroni Titanium Armor’s knuckles had a maximum combat temperature of just 2200 degrees Celsius. Beyond this threshold, the metal’s strength would start to decline!

The pre-warmed elbow propulsion device immediately activated, and Jack, after catching a glimpse of the trajectory, leapt off the roof of the car—

The side of the heat blade was blocked by the left fist, the fatal blade slicing through the Armored Mackinaw like it was cutting through butter, while Jack, his right fist raised high!

Suddenly, he felt like roaring something with gusto.

"Annihilation!"

Crack—

Though it just seemed a little brighter than usual, after several rounds of shooting, the temperature at the tip of the scorching knuckles had also exceeded 800 degrees Celsius; smashing on the shoulder of the Centaur Mecha, it set off massive sparks like a blacksmith forging metal!

The Centaur Mecha’s excellent impact dispersion system distributed as much of this force as possible to every part of the exoskeleton, but still, the punch was too powerful:

The exoskeleton at the point of impact instantly fractured and shattered, even causing the mecha operator’s body to break as a whole and sink!

Through the cracked helmet, the pilot’s fierce face stared at Jack, the blade in his hand twisted back at an impossible angle as the safety lock on his wrist broke, forced by the motor!

The exoskeleton over-operated, and limbs were crushed in the machinery...

But not all kamikaze attacks were effective.

Jack’s left hand, which had blocked the blade, quickly transformed, catching hold of the hilt in a backhand grip!

Compared to the Centaur Mecha, he was much more agile.

With the blade captured, Jack, looking at his enemy’s hysterical expression, suddenly felt some empathy:

He had been through so much that he was increasingly able to understand that kind of look.

The pain of losing comrades, the powerlessness and despair faced with a stronger enemy, the pain of reverse electrical currents burning through nerves due to damaged equipment, the activation of the Skill Chip, and the still-functioning Combat Prosthetics...

And the hallucinations produced by the brain under the accumulation of all these would burn away everything he had, his very humanity.

Everyone was the same, it was just that Jack hadn’t reached that point yet.

He suddenly remembered how, long ago, he used to go to church and watch Father conduct funerals for some of the Valentino big shots.

"Que Dios tenga misericordia..."

The long blade was taken, piercing the man’s cervical spine and exiting through the chest.

"...de tu alma (May God have mercy on your soul)."

...

These lightning-fast battles were beyond the comprehension and sight of the Valentino Gang’s struggling minions sprawled on the ground.

But this one image they could understand.

The Prosthetic Eye quietly recorded everything, as if injecting them with adrenaline...

The warrior’s soul nourished, the body would move and perform beyond their imagination.

A Valentino, who had just had one arm blown off by an explosion, happened to see this scene; suddenly, a human bomb dressed in a Midnight Massacre outfit leapt down from the second floor directly above him, lunging straight for Jack...

The already exhausted gang minion suddenly roared as he rushed over:

"Witness me!"