Only after firing several dozen more rounds and throwing several thermite grenades to thoroughly ignite the mangled flesh on the ground did Chris finally let out a breath. He looked at the soot-covered Jill beside him. "No—" Just as he was about to speak, his eyes suddenly widened.
Because he saw another brand-new Tarrasque Tyrant stomp out from beneath the gap in the building that the first one had smashed open. Leaning forward, it unleashed a roar from the rocket pod on its back and the 20mm autocannon mounted on its left shoulder!
"Watch out!" Chris violently shoved Jill away.
Splat!
Flesh and blood sprayed everywhere.
Support Team ×, Militech MaxTac and Trauma Team?!
Thud.
Jill was sent flying and slammed hard onto the snow-stained ground. Lying on her back, her eyes widened and her pupils abruptly contracted as she stared in disbelief at the comrade who had shared life-and-death hardships with her for years.
The next instant, the autocannon thundered and the rocket pod spat out blazing exhaust—
The vehicle body serving as cover exploded apart. The explosives inside the 70mm rocket detonated in a burst of brilliant fire, and Chris's muscular body, standing close to the vehicle, was hurled away by the blast wave.
Something was torn apart, splashing blood.
The severed arm still clutching a Militech Crusher shotgun spun weakly several times amid the sparks from the midair explosion before crashing to the ground.
"Chris!"
Jill cried out hoarsely and sprang to her feet. Her lips were pressed tightly together as she gripped her weapon, her fingers trembling with rage.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck! Don't die, Chris. Don't you dare die..." She desperately controlled her emotions, firing furiously as she retreated toward a side room in search of cover. At the same time, she dragged away a BSAA