[Eden City - Transport Line No. 7]

This highway was abandoned during the Independence War.

It once was a main route before and after the construction of the Border Wall, but now it's desolate, its six lanes turned rugged by warfare, with most of the surface buried under sandstorms.

Driving on the bumpy Line No. 7, through the windshield, you can see a vast black ocean in the distance.

It's all abandoned vehicles and residential trash, clinging to the end of Eden City's outer ring road, a dire sanitation problem until

the construction of Landfill No. 3 brought about change.

But governance in this area has always been a campaign slogan and a plan that never makes it to the agenda.

[You know what? I particularly hate it here.]

Talia chatted on the team channel.

[Black garbage, pothole scrap metal, Exiles... every single thing sucks, and those idiots in Eden City just pretend not to see it.]

[They probably have no other choice, right?]

Someone quickly replied.

[If you had to choose between the wasteland and the city to settle down, which would you prefer?]

[Neither, I'm into new things, moving frequently suits me. Speaking of that, damn, doesn't anyone think... we've stayed in Eden City too long?]

[Shut your mouth, Talia.]

[Hey, I'm serious, can you still be called a Wanderer if you settle down?]

Talia was somewhat adamant.

[We've discussed this.]

Nando's authoritative voice rang out.

[Now, all of you get off the vehicle and hold this damn road for me, stay sharp, those who die aren't going anywhere.]

A roar sounded on both sides of John.

A convoy, including Talia, left.

They set up fixed turrets on both sides of the highway, laid tactical obstacles, adjusted hacker signal amplifier ICE frequencies...

The main task is to block Exile reinforcements and ensure the road is within control range.

Alonna and Nando continued forward.

John drove off, using the advantage of the alloy bumper to smash through the outermost factory sign.

The black ocean rose and fell on both sides.

The inner road could accommodate three vehicles abreast.

Fires were scattered among the wreckage piles, hidden sentry posts and infrared detectors, and loud alarms blared the moment the convoy rushed in.

Alonna and Nando were the frontal assault team.

Their job was to take this place down!

[Pass through the checkpoint. (Not achieved)]

John gripped the steering wheel, the armored vehicle rising and falling on the rugged road, a group of wild-looking Exiles appeared in the windshield view.

Brightly colored hair and tattoos, a mix of street firearms and Plato's gear, a mismatch more absurd than a piano player singing rock.

Bullets fired fiercely towards the driver's cabin.

John lowered the seat, avoiding direct fire, Messiah's Eye synchronized with the front camera to observe the road conditions.

The heavy armor rang with hits.

John activated the onboard machine gun.

He felt a significant recoil, the vehicle frame jolted back, fire tongues spewed out from both sides of the engine hood, and shell casings spilled out like leaking fuel.

John floored the accelerator and charged through.

Nando and other members followed behind, extending gun barrels out of the windows to finish off fleeing targets.

He was dressed like a bomb squad soldier, now setting up a heavy machine gun in the back row of the armored vehicle.

The Exiles within view were turned into lumps of flesh or huddled behind cover calling for support.

The convoy broke through the first layer of obstacles.

[Marker distance: 317M↓]

John advanced on the rugged road, using thickened tires and high chassis to crush over corpses.

A row of heavy obstacles rose in front of the scrapyard.

A grid-like alloy gate blocked their way.

Ramming through was impossible, they had to find a place rich in cover to get off the vehicle.

The turrets on the fence coordinated their shots, bullets pierced the glass, digging into the steel plate on the vehicle's side.

[Break through the scrapyard gate. (Not achieved)]

Alonna got out from the passenger seat, turned around and grabbed the chassis, flipping the whole armored vehicle over!

"WTF?"

John was both surprised by the power of her cybernetic limbs and found the move to use the vehicle as cover a bit dumbfounding.

"We've lost the evacuation vehicle now."

[No need to worry, John, the scrapyard is full of piled-up new toys, get in there and try to hold back your drool.]

Nando's voice came through.

John pursed his lips and nodded, thinking—the premise is to survive in there, at least don't die outside.

Alonna preferred using kinetic sniper rifles, she pulled out a new gun and set it up on the overturned SUV.

[Weapon: Suresh Meteor]

[Module: Advanced Armor-Piercing, Rapid Fire Correction]

Accompanied by the rhythmic sound of bolt-action, and the eardrum-shaking echo from the gun barrel.

The heads of Exiles exploded one after another, even more crisply than the glass jars at the range.

[Synchronization delay rate: 0.87ms]

John's Messiah's Eye was linked with Alonna's, allowing them to see each other's pre-aimed enemy positions.

This was more advanced than common enemy coordinate sharing, requiring higher standards for eye version, marksmanship, tacit understanding, and reflexes.

This didn't mean John's shooting skills were comparable to Alonna's; he could merely keep up with Alonna's thinking pattern and perform auxiliary shooting.

She was extremely focused when killing.

The screams in team voice and bullets whizzing by seemed nonexistent.

John had just ducked back behind cover when he suddenly frowned.

His reloading was interrupted by the piercing pain transmitted from his pupils and eardrum.

Every time someone used Sianweistan up close, it was like this—Messiah's Eye could keep up with dynamic capture, but John's nerves and other implants couldn't.

A cobalt blue stream of light flashed by.

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