A torrent of bullets swept down the street like a raging flood, tearing through everything in its path. The musclebound brute didn’t care about accuracy, friendly fire, or collateral damage—he just laughed maniacally and unleashed his firepower on anything that annoyed him. The roaring ammo belts shredded and exploded everything blocking the way, leaving a whole street of cars wrecked in an instant. In terms of sheer firepower, with Baldy backing him up, this machine gun outgunned even the Atlas Titan Cannon.
The power unleashed by combining a Chosen One with modern technology is way more than just simple addition.
Flames swallowed everything in the blink of an eye, but they also hid everything from view. The explosions hadn’t even faded before more fire piled on, turning the whole scene into a surging, scorching torrent. The three figures were instantly engulfed by the blaze.
Click. Morpheus the Gunslinger said nothing, just calmly fired a shot at the hottest part of the flames. Instantly, all the fire was ripped apart and blown away, revealing the three figures desperately running for their lives with nowhere to hide.
These two guys work together way too well, damn it!
"What do we do now?"
"What do we do—obviously, we run for our lives!!" Jonathan Black finally dropped the tough act, sweat pouring down his forehead. The bullets rattled, explosions boomed, the werewolves howled and chased them like maniacs, and Morpheus the Gunslinger was right there, calmly sniping and finishing off anyone who lagged behind. If we don’t run now, we’re idiots!
"Exactly! If things look bad, just run—don’t be a dummy and fight someone when you don’t know what they’re capable of. People who can’t control their power or don’t know their own limits always end up looking ridiculous." Jill Young pointed to London Bridge by the roadside. "Quick, under the bridge! Stay with me, don’t fall behind!"
"Yessir!!"
Run!