The Exiles tried to organize a resistance but were all suppressed behind cover by the irritable Russian woman, having to shoot under the threat of the heavy machine gun's barrage.
Talia was on a killing spree.
John was frantically operating in the data world.
[Factory T76 Global Surveillance (Hacked In)]
[Scan Information Uploaded to Team/Yes]
Talia's prosthetic eye began to flicker.
Her data cable connected to the control panel, and the outlines of enemies composed of data appeared before her.
The rate of fire of the artillery reached its limit.
The number of rounds plummeted, and the air above the gun barrel began to warp slightly.
John set up a rifle from a high position.
He was responsible for covering Talia's blind spots—the electromagnetic bullets pierced through obstacles and steel plates, and the feel was indeed smoother than kinetic weapons.
The Exiles were in a desperate situation.
"F*ck!"
