The actions were frighteningly skilled.
The shield bearer raised a hand, and the body fell apart, with innards and blood spreading all over the ground.
John resisted the urge to scan the opponents.
Even from a distance, in the deafening alarm and red lights, the oppressive feeling was palpable. Every implanted body part and external equipment was top-notch.
The rumors were not wrong.
They were Eden City's most legitimate butchers, interpreting violence with the freshest methods.
[Scan detected, hacking... terminated.]
"...Damn, that's really screwed up."
John had been noticed, and instinctively activated his prosthetic eye to see—a stream of red data linking him to a hovercar in the distance.
He suppressed the urge to draw his gun.
The SAT hacker ended the hacking process, like glancing at ordinary citizens during crime scene control; targets without obvious resistance or signs of losing control would be ignored.
The battle was nearly over.
