Gino grew up on the streets, working as a hacker, engaging in illegal equipment modification for over twenty years, with experiences of being chased with a gun.
Either Macao would trouble Mr. Vito for rescue.
Or Angelica would help him sort out minor troubles.
Or Serum would arrange for the Wanderer Alliance to step in.
But this time?
Gino picked up the data cable, the metal port rubbed several times behind her ear without aligning.
She was shocked to find her fingers trembling.
"Hey, look at me, look at me, Gino."
John's gaze was very calm.
He sat amidst the flying bullet rain, reflected dense data in his pupils, yet said with absolute certainty.
"I'll get you out, I promise. Try to relax now, do what you're good at. If you're out of strength, just sit and wait for me. No worries, remember last time, who got you out of the Ghoul's pool?"
John was extremely calm.
This scenario didn't rank in his short mercenary career.
Gino managed a bitter smile, but did perk up a bit.
