Tyler kept staring at the fallen remains of the earlier mechanical ape while the others adjusted the launcher.
Something about the fight had been bothering him from the beginning.
The handgun had barely mattered. Bullets struck, sparks flew, outer skin tore slightly, but none of it truly stopped them unless a weak point was exposed first.
He replayed the earlier scene in his head—the accidental collision when one ape's punch had landed on another.
That single strike had done more damage than several shots combined.
"The guns barely hurt them," Tyler said, still watching the broken metal parts scattered near the street.
Tansy, who was helping steady the launcher frame, looked at him.
"Their outer skin is too rough," Tyler continued. "The bullets scratch them, but they don't go deep enough."
Then his eyes sharpened.
"But when that ape punched another one…"
He paused.
Tansy immediately understood where his thoughts were going.
