There were more lunatics chasing, shooting, and slashing.
They fell under gunfire, twitched, and then crawled back up, driven by some inhuman force inside their burning bodies.
The powerful engineering ligaments and high-explosive implants allowed them to leap several meters even in the knee-deep water.
The motorcycle's rear-view mirror was flashing.
John tilted his head and saw a grenade incoming.
He slammed on the brakes, tilting his motorcycle to the ground, dragging out a long spark on the surface.
The air became stagnant.
Every raindrop was clearly visible through the gray filter.
Two assassins activated Sianweistan and closed in, the samurai swords in their hands turned into overlapping afterimages.
John's cybernetic eye flickered, he too activated Sianweistan, and regained action in a world slowed down by several times.
He supported himself with one hand to dodge the blow, left the motorcycle seat, and avoided bullets at a dangerously close distance.
