Chapter 621 - 592: Annihilation of the Group

Soldiers need to train in many areas, but close combat fighting is definitely not the emphasis—

A 6.5mm steel core armor-piercing bullet can easily penetrate a 20mm steel plate, and when the bullet hits the human body, the body is instantly torn apart, bones and internal organs shattering on the spot without any room for reaction, leaving the person bursting like a balloon.

With a firing rate of 900 rounds per minute, over 15kg of bullets can be poured out in one minute to form a deadly firepower net, and in one hour of combat, the ammunition used can easily exceed 500kg—

These weapons are developed from engineers’ labs, subjected to countless precise calculations and rigorous tests, and eventually mass-produced in standardized modern military factories, representing both the application of human knowledge and the embodiment of social order.

Against such formidable firepower, no human could withstand; the soldier’s job is to use these weapons appropriately, and on a battleground hosting tens of thousands, so-called fighting skills and personal flair become insignificant.

The machine gunner trains to fit his physicality, adapting to his prosthetics, but his prosthetics are only implanted for him to control such a wild weapon.

He and his squad, each one a soldier specialized for war; together they could dominate the battlefield, but...

Wheelchairs don’t show up on the battlefield!

Nor would there be a muscular man who, without any power armor, could carry this armed wheelchair and leap onto a ten-meter-high position consecutively!

The wheelchair smashed the overheated machine gun into scrap on the spot, and the machine gun burst like a fragmentation hand grenade, scattering fragments along with the machine gunner’s remains!

The second gunner, with eyes reddened, used all his strength to turn the machine gun...

He wanted revenge!

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!"

With flames spewing, Jack had long since leaped out from behind the wheelchair, and in the horrified eyes of the mercenaries, he struck the machine gunner faster than the machine gun could turn:

The heavy machine gun had a thick bulletproof shield above the barrel which, theoretically, should prevent Jack from getting around the shield to hit the gunner directly.

After all, how could flesh and blood penetrate tempered steel?

Bang!

However, with a loud noise, the bulletproof shield deformed and twisted under Jack’s punch like putty, its deformation so swift it made one wonder if HK Company had used substandard steel for them.

But the rigid connection between the shield and the gun’s base indeed transmitted that force to the machine gun, signaling not a problem with the bulletproof shield, but with the tremendous power of the punch!

The contorted machine gun was instantly damaged by the immense force and flew up from its mount, smashing into the gunner’s face with searing heat, hissing as it burned his skin...

The mercenaries on site were elites, and though they weren’t equipped with advanced neural components like Si Anweisitan, they still had enhanced neural implants paired with an overdose of stimulants; they saw all this unfold before them.

They should have reacted; their extensive combat experience should have enabled them to retaliate, but...

How could they counter this?!

The entire front line descended into chaos instantaneously, with a portion focusing all of their attention on Jack under the influence of the stimulant, another part aiming fruitless shots at the wheelchair, while some noticed the real threat:

Not only the muscular man came charging out with the wheelchair, but also a group of Kangtao combat robots equipped with smart weapons!

"Be careful... robots!"

A mercenary shot a robot, knocking off its head, which theoretically being the main sensor area, should have made them grope around in confusion.

But today was different; headless, the robot indiscriminately charged forward and, with a combat posture it shouldn’t have, tackled him to the ground!

What combat robot would be set to this attack mode?!

No one could answer his question as he struggled to reach into the robot’s damaged head, pulling out a set of chips while being thankful the enemy hadn’t noticed him, then reaching for a weapon on the ground...

Bang!

But a concrete hammer crushed his skull.

Wild Man King finally climbed up.

Frankly, her speed wasn’t slow at all, considering she was climbing out of a ten-meter-deep pit!

But the fact that the robots were just as fast as her was one thing; Jack, carrying the wheelchair, was even faster.

The battle had ended.

Wild Man King suddenly felt that his role as head of the security team was a bit... puzzling.

Wandering through the machine-gun emplacement littered with bodies, Wild Man King saw the armored vehicle deformed by a wheelchair, scattered corpses, debris, shell craters, and mercenaries getting crushed by robots, as well as robots delivering the coup de grâce. He suddenly felt...

Just a moment ago, he had doubted his boss for a second, which was truly disrespectful.

Thinking back on Jack and V rushing into the black smoke without hesitation...

"I still have a long way to go..."

"What are you mumbling about there, get me down!"

Lille on the wheelchair shouted a couple of times, and Wild Man King hurried over, putting down the hammer he was holding.

"Right away, boss..."

"There’s a gun! Get behind me!"

Perplexed, Wild Man King followed the instruction and shielded Lille with his body—

Boom!

A mini rocket exploded just in front of the wheelchair, sending shrapnel flying in all directions.

...

The charge seemed brief when spoken about, and it felt like a completely one-sided crushing with no sense of thrill.

But to bystanders, it was not the same thing:

Attempts to break through kept emerging from the thick black smoke in the pit, but under the relentless gunfire, they seemed endless, assaulting the defense lines incessantly.

Owing to the glorious records of these three wanted criminals, the suppressive fire continued nonstop, preventing the mercenaries from pausing to consider what exactly was happening until their leader destroyed Animal Gang, preparing to execute a full suppression.

The unexpected event happened in a split second: the machine gun jammed, and a wheelchair charged out from the black smoke, followed by a bunch of freakish combat robots moving as fast as athletes, crossing through the remains of the ground-penetrating bomb, flames, and smoke. They surged forward like zombies unleashed, covered by the gunfire support from the wheelchair!

The machine-gun emplacements made a feeble resistance, but it was nothing more than a weak token effort, resembling a façade compared to their previous orderly shooting. The resistance ended shortly after as the robot army breached their line.

Meanwhile, Twiki’s battle against Animal Gang also concluded:

This robust woman pursued relentlessly, shooting and brawling her way through, blasting open an Animal Gang member’s chest with her gun and then turning to send another assailant flying into the wall, finishing off his life with her massive rifle.

The wounded members of Animal Gang scattered and fled, no longer a threat.

But when she turned to look back at her position, she didn’t see her old comrades giving her thumbs up. Instead...

Instead, she saw a group of robots finishing off her fallen teammates.

Logically, any mercenary would have sensibly fled with their tail between their legs at that moment, but she didn’t.

A suppressed emotion erupted inside her at that instant:

She had nothing left now.

For some unknown reason, her brain’s extreme functioning caused the brain-computer interface to misfire instructions. The circuitry of her prosthetics and exoskeleton suddenly discharged an electrical voltage and current exceeding design specifications, causing the motor to emit black smoke. Her aiming movements were faster than ever before!

Her mind went blank as she executed precise, swift movements, lifting her rifle as she had done countless times in training...

The under-barrel rocket launcher of the rifle could shoot not only as a high explosive bomb but could also deactivate certain components to function as a high explosive armor-piercing projectile.

She intended to blast apart that wheelchair—

Click.

As she pulled the trigger, an odd clicking sound echoed beside Twiki’s ear...

A Mantis Blade thrust straight at her eyeball!