Smashing through several cement blocks in a row, it charged through the gate like a beast.
The Wraiths along the way scrambled to dodge as if they had seen a ghost, but even so, they were pelted with cement debris.
But the terror wasn't over yet.
The Wraiths fired frantically at the wrecked car in the open space. Just as the thought that the person inside must be dead surfaced in their minds, they watched the car door open and a dark figure leaped out.
"Holy sh*t!"
That flash of snow-white blade light in the night made their scalps tingle, and a chill shot from their spines to their foreheads. Yet, they couldn't overcome the fear of seeing it but being unable to react.
The blade slashed down heavily, splitting the unlucky Wraith and his gun in two. The terrifying crunch of the slash and this tragic scene chilled the surrounding Wraiths to the bone.
Only then did they see clearly that the one who rushed out of the car was a Monstrous Figure wearing armor.
Bullets only left white marks on the armor. The man's cold gaze swept over the people around him, as if selecting the next target.
"Fire!"
Fear ignited the brutality deep in their hearts. At the reminder of a shout, all the Wraiths opened fire on Mitsuhide in the center.
Instantly, the sound of gunfire like popping beans rose and fell, and the glowing hail of bullets engulfed Mitsuhide in the center.
But, it was all futile.
Mere bullets could not penetrate Mitsuhide's chassis.
The bullets slammed into the armor, only bursting into futile sparks. Mitsuhide even had the leisure to flick the blood off his blade.
Then, he erupted from the hail of bullets, turning into a red shadow, and charged toward another terrified face.
…
"What's happening outside!?"
"It seems someone is attacking; we need to go out and help!"
The harassment by Panam Palmer and her team was undoubtedly very successful; the entire factory was in an uproar.
The Wraiths inside the building hurriedly grabbed all kinds of long and short firearms and rushed out.
But they definitely wouldn't have expected that, besides the outside, there were enemies inside the building.
The faint sound of rope friction went unnoticed in such an environment, until several dark shadows appeared above. When the Wraiths looked up in confusion, their eyes widened in disbelief.
"There are enemies above too!"
If this guy had an epitaph, passersby would feel confused as to why someone's last words would be "There are enemies above too."
Three cables swung down. Berry and the other two grabbed the cables and rappelled down, descending upon the people on the bottom floor like gods from heaven.
In the air, the confused and surprised faces below were incredibly clear.
Berry held the purple-painted "vitamin b" and aimed at them just like aiming at a target in a shooting range.
"Bang, bang, bang!" Several shots rang out in succession.
The power of the high-caliber revolver with.357 full-power rounds soon became apparent.
One head after another exploded like a string of balloons; the scene was very not suitable for children.
While Berry was firing, Scorpion and V, who were also rappelling with one hand while gripping the cable with their legs, naturally couldn't sit idle.
The three fired together, and by the time they landed on the ground floor, the floor was already littered with corpses.
The Wraith squad that was rushing out to provide support was wiped out.
"Quick, to the basement!"
Standing firm on the ground, Berry flicked her wrist slightly, swinging out the cylinder, ejecting the orange-yellow shell casings while reloading the speedloader.
The three stomped past the corpses and rushed toward the basement.
Everyone in the factory had their attention drawn to the attack at the main gate, so the trio's "infiltration" went very smoothly.
Scattered Wraiths along the way were also quickly dealt with by the three. They soon passed through the stairs leading down and arrived at the basement door.
"Who are you…"
Saul was definitely being held inside. The two Wraith guards didn't know what was happening yet and flashed a look of confusion when they saw the three rushing around the corner.
But unfortunately, Berry was socially anxious.
Before their instinctive words even left their mouths, Berry fired two shots and took both guys down.
Very impolite.
The three stepped over the corpses and rushed into the room below.
It looked like a boiler room, with only two dim light bulbs glowing. Some electronic equipment and steam-venting pipes could be seen, but none of this could attract their attention.
Because this was the place where Saul was being held, as seen on the surveillance. And that guy Saul was wearing a small vest, tied up backward on a small stool in the middle.
Besides having his jacket stripped off, Saul had clearly received other "greetings" from the owner of this place.
His face was bruised and swollen, and there were even bloodstains at the corners of his mouth.
At this moment, he was hanging his head, on the verge of death.
"Damn… did you guys bring… my cigar?"
Gasping for breath, Saul heard the commotion and, hardening his resolve, retorted intermittently.
Apparently, he didn't get along very well with the people here.
"Calm down, Saul. We'll get you out soon."
Berry and V were standing guard with their guns drawn. Scorpion stepped forward and crouched down, shaking his head upon seeing the abused Saul.
"Wait, Scorpion, why are you here… did you also get…"
Hearing the familiar voice, Saul struggled to lift his head and, through the gaps in his messy hair, saw Scorpion's face clearly.
"Don't worry, Saul. I'm here with Panam Palmer's friends to rescue you."
"Panam Palmer?"
Confusion baffled Saul, but before he could thank them, he grimaced and squeezed his eyes shut due to the pain in his head.
Clearly, the torture by the Wraiths had left him in extreme agony.
"Quick, use the Recovery Stim on him; he's not going to make it."
Berry, who had spotted the situation from the side, hurriedly said, while watching the door guardedly with her gun.
"Hey, Panam Palmer, can you hear me? We've found Saul; it's time to retreat!"
"Hurry and bring Saul out! The situation outside isn't looking good; the storm is almost here!"
Berry and the others hadn't delayed much, but even so, the overwhelming storm they had seen earlier was about to sweep through here.
Thinking of the terror of the storm, Berry couldn't help but feel nervous.
"Scorpion, you heard that, hurry up!"
Scorpion didn't answer, but he had already pulled out the pneumatic Recovery Stim injector and plunged it into Saul's chest.
Recovery Stim.
The most popular combat stimulant and painkiller on the streets.
Its main ingredients are morphine and amphetamines, which can stimulate adrenaline secretion and block pain.
It makes the patient as ferocious as they were before being injured.
With one injection, the solution quickly emptied. Saul caught his breath and inhaled deeply, his pupils dilating.
"Are you okay, Saul? Can you hold on?"
"I'm feeling great right now—ugh, this is amazing!"
Saul blinked and shook his head vigorously. He quickly regained his energy and even looked a bit high.
"Quick, let's fight our way out!"
Cutting the ropes with a dagger, Saul rubbed his hands and stood up, breathing heavily. Sweat was constantly secreting; clearly, the adrenaline had started to kick in.
"Let's make this quick!"
Without further ado, Berry unhooked the backup submachine gun from her waist and tossed it to Saul, then took the lead and rushed out.
Knowing the urgency of survival, the four-person team rushed upward without distraction. The Wraiths they encountered along the way were often shot down by the group before they could even raise their guns.
Amidst the chaos in the building, no effective resistance could stop them.
Just like that, they rushed all the way out.
Rushing out of the building in one breath, the cold, dust-laden air filled their lungs. Seeing the open space outside, everyone finally breathed a sigh of relief.
The battle was still raging outside.
Mitsuhide, who had rushed into the factory alone, attracted almost all the firepower of the factory area. Dozens of Wraiths were chasing after his tail. The sound of crackling gunfire filled their ears, which gave Panam Palmer the opportunity to charge in.
While the four were still hesitating, the van, wrapped in dust, charged in with its lights flashing.
"Hurry, get in!"
The side door opened, and Mitch, gun in hand, jumped out and quickly waved to the four people.
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