John widened his eyes and suddenly let go of one hand.

The machine gun of Chuan's descendant pounded against his chest, making it hard to breathe.

Igdrasir replaced the entire upper limb framework, with muscle bundles wrapped around alloy to offset a large amount of damage; otherwise, the blow just now would have crushed his heart.

John pulled out his bent arm and thrust fiercely at that face!

[Ah—bastard, die you! (Japanese)]

The skin and flesh of Chuan's descendant were cut by the iron shards, tissue fluid mixed with blood flowing out, trickling down the metal mask.

John was thrown away.

He left the battlefield, taking a few breaths, and also saw the enemy's condition clearly:

Chuan's descendant had transformed from a mechanical beast into a crawler, losing hydraulic modules; several mechanical legs could only move slowly. The waist turret seemed to be stuck with something, and both flesh and remaining structures were injured in irregular explosions.

One of his arms was converted into a heavy machine gun.

The ammunition storage device was already destroyed, with only a few rounds remaining, attempting to touch the cracked skin but only rubbing futilely.

John noticed his other hand was connected to a strange object.

[Weapon: Raftqi F-80 Demolition Bomb]

[Manufacturer: Raqi Heavy Industry]

John's eyes widened instantly.

He instinctively looked up at the ceiling:

The explosion that pierced through the floor just now was caused by this thing, but that was just a "mistaken" detonation at a slanted angle. If the angle and position were set correctly and detonated again, it would cause a terrifying effect.

"You're a fucking moron, are you going to blow up the entire building!?"

John couldn't help but roar, his voice mingled with a trace of tremor.

He couldn't imagine the Bolago Club collapsing with a roar—the core business district of the West would cease to exist, and everyone inside and outside the building would be buried with it.

Chuan's descendant panted heavily.

His low groans gradually turned into suppressed mad laughter, like a drugged madman finally unable to restrain his malice.

Splat.

A sticky mixture of skin and flesh was thrown to the ground.

Chuan's descendant tore off the scratched facial skin, revealing the outline of a Prosthetic Eye and a half alloy plate embedded in his skull.

[Raftqi Haruhiko was so full of himself. (Japanese)]

His eyeballs turned red, squeezing out more buffering fluid, accompanied by focusing and flickering.

He also started speaking incoherently.

[His foolish delusions stomped on the organization and faith, Owl Town gang's interests were ignored, within the group... the group's honor, everything we fought for became meaningless... (Japanese)]

Chuan's descendant muttered softly.

He had already turned into a cyberpsychotic, the remaining thoughts in his mind driving him to drag the explosives towards the center of the banquet hall.

The madmen of the Owl Town gang broke into Bolago to reach the banquet hall—the killing range caused by explosives detonated on this floor is the largest.

[Detected hack, system...]

Bzz, bzz, bzz.

John suddenly felt dizzy, as if he was hit by a silent heavy blow.

Messiah's Eye switched modes, in the deep green filter, he saw the cyberspace clogged with various red data streams.

This area was blocked, as if someone had detonated a small electronic pulse inside the building.

Chuan's descendant, heavily modified, relying entirely on the Prosthetic Body, was suffering damage several times stronger than John, letting out a painful howl with his head up!

Other forces had broken in!

John looked up, seeming to hear the hovering sounds of a hovercar—a large armed force had arrived at Bolago, clearing floor by floor from top to bottom.

[Bastard, you all must die, you all... (Japanese)]

Chuan's descendant was bleeding all over, wanting to activate the explosives, but only a few flickering signal lights responded to him.

The signal jamming blocked some functions.

Chuan's descendant did not hesitate.

He raised his machine gun arm, slamming heavily onto the bomb, creating a faint crack in the protective layer.

Thump, thump thump!

He roared, slamming repeatedly, attempting to detonate this deadly thing through physical collision!

John was so frightened that his whole body went numb.

He was unsure if this move would be effective but couldn't gamble; any accident would really mean damnation for him!

"F*ck!"

John struggled to get up, wrapping around Chuan's descendant with his twisted arm, failing to knock him over immediately.

He held the mechanical head, continuously attacking, pulling out a silenced pistol and shooting crazily at Chuan's descendant's head.

Holding the gun with his left hand was somewhat unnatural, and the metal gasket didn't connect well in the struggle.

Several bullets grazed the armor; even if they shot into the flesh of this monster, there was no response!

Chuan's descendant continued to slam recklessly, being deflected several times by John, finally unable to bear it and started to clear the bugs above his head, first with brute force collision, then hanging John on the mechanical arm and throwing him flying.

Boom.

Several bones in John's body were broken.

He endured the severe pain, struggled for a long time, and by the time he reacted again, he had been thrown into the corner next to him.

A steel cone pierced through his thigh, exiting his body!

"Ah—f, f*ck!"

John lay in the corner in pain, his strength gradually draining away, now with varying degrees of damage to his limbs, completely unable to move!

The bomb was already full of dents.

Thin strands of high-temperature gas distorted the air, and in some areas, there were even slight electric sparks floating.

Chuan's descendant turned around.

There was no fear of death in his eyes, only hatred and fanaticism, as if destroying the building could fulfill his samurai code.

John stared at the mechanical arm raised high.

Swish—

A metal chain swung in from outside the floor-to-ceiling window.

Its tail end flickered with a glow, seemingly equipped with tracking, straightly locking onto Chuan's descendant's arm.

Next came the second and third, binding him tightly in the blink of an eye.

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