If Bridget at least knows how to keep things to herself and still pretend to be human on the outside, then Placid is the type that can't figure out the big joker from the small joker, acting pretentious all the way to the grave.
[Rebecca: Then why not leave him barely alive, and let Mercer see if he can squeeze some more money out of him later? He probably has quite a bit of cash on him.]
[V: Good idea, just be careful not to blow him up directly.]
[Pira: Then I'll prioritize breaking a leg, and maybe we can wring him dry with a real siege and ambush!]
[Venus: Please be advised, the enemy convoy is expected to enter the district in thirty seconds, and in one minute and twenty seconds, the lead vehicle will be within attack range. The vehicle carrying the target, Placid, has been marked. Good luck, everyone.]
The team voice channel suddenly fell silent—everyone was focused on watching the end of the street.
Soon, lights almost illuminating the whole street came from afar. Several Voodoo Gang members led the way on motorcycles, twisting the handlebars viciously, shouting as they charged forward.
Following them was an entire line of vehicles, from vans to pickups, to sedans, and self-modified armored cars, varied in type, with graffiti on the car bodies as diverse as they come.
Most were covered in special phosphorescent paint, under the night sky, this bright, bizarre graffiti looked intimidating.
[Venus: Thirty seconds before contact, Mr. Mann can target the lead pickup, Placid is not in it.]
[Mann: Roger.]
[Venus: Miss Rebecca, please activate the AI permissions for your battle armor. I have mapped out the optimal micromissile launch path and targets. Please temporarily grant missile launch control to your AI.]
[Rebecca: But then I won't feel like I'm firing! Oh well... alright, just make sure to aim right and show me some fireworks!]
[Venus: I will. As for Miss V, you can save your shoulder cannon ammo, you can engage in melee after suppressing fire.]
[V: No way! I haven't even tried how powerful this thing is yet!]
[Venus: Alright, I've highlighted a red target for you, that vehicle has a heavy machine gun, you can try to take it out with the shoulder cannon.
All targets have been highlighted through the camera, and I've mapped out your objectives and suppression fire rhythm in your prosthetic eye; please cooperate...]
Mercer clicked his tongue in wonder as everyone, under Venus's command, neatly constructed a defensive line, and in a very short time, even the order of suppression fire and everyone's respective targets were meticulously planned.
This guy has really grown a lot in this period.
[Venus: As for you, Master, if you're looking to test the machine dog, I've got a good idea... how about waiting until Placid is captured alive, then letting him battle your machine dog alone, which can more accurately assess its combat capabilities.]
[Mercer: Good idea~]
Mercer readily changed his plan to involve his machine dog in the skirmish—this thing is not cheap, costing tens of thousands of Euros, not one of those cheap cannon fodder machine dogs.
At this moment, the Voodoo Gang still had no idea what they were about to face.
All they knew was that contact with Bridget at the church was lost, and that Hu Tiao from Dog Town was gathering manpower, probably arriving here soon too.
Placid had made what he believed to be the right decision: to deal with the group attacking the church first, then gather strength, relying on the church as a cover, along with the complex terrain and defensive facilities of the underground passage, to have a showdown with Hua Tiao.
In his view, even if that group of audacious attackers hadn't left yet, they would certainly stay in the church waiting for Hua Tiao's support, so he never thought they would leave the cover voluntarily, give up their defensive advantage to ambush on the open roads.
Placid thought he might encounter landmines or bomb, rocket attacks, but he never expected...
When the first rocket suddenly burst into a ball of fire from the corner of the street, hitting and blowing up the lead pickup directly.
Following it were micromissiles trailing white smoke in the air, raining down on the convoy that was fleeing and dodging the blazing wreckage.
The continuous explosions made his ears buzz, but he quickly responded with a shout: "Counterattack!"
The Voodoo Gang warriors did not disappoint him, the on-board machine guns quickly suppressed fire towards where the micromissiles and rockets were launched from.
But the place where the rocket was fired was already empty.
And where the micromissiles were launched from...
A member of the Voodoo Gang let out a terrified scream:
"Damn it! What the hell is that?"
"How the hell is there a Baby version of Adam's Hammer?!"