Iron Wall City, Old Industrial District.
"Pant... pant... pant—"
The man frantically leaped from the rooftop to the building opposite, rolling out of the sniper's sights before stopping in the blind spot behind a water tank, gasping for breath.
Adrenaline surged wildly through his body. His mechanical prosthetic heart seemed ready to burst from his chest at any moment, yet his mind continued racing.
What should he do next?
Go downstairs? Head right? Or... simply drop to his knees and beg for mercy?
No, no, no. A bounty hunter would never let him go.
These hands of his, stained with eighty-seven lives, had long made him infamous throughout the city. They had earned him the favor of powerful figures and given him a chance to rise through the ranks, but they had also accumulated a considerable bounty.
How much was it now? Three million Alliance Coins? Or four million?
The man did not want to think about it anymore. He admitted that he had once taken pride in it, but who could have imagined that the bounties his peers used to compete over would draw something like—
"WARNING! WARNING!"
Bright red warnings flashed again in his electronic eyes, telling him that the sniper had locked onto him once more.
But why? How?
How was this possible?!
From what angle had the sniper found him?
With his Silver Rank strength and the highest-grade prosthetic enhancements installed, how could he not even locate the sniper?
No, no, no. Did the sniper really exist? Was this all a hallucination? Or had the sins of his past become vengeful spirits? Had they come to claim his life?
The man felt as though he was going mad.
Twenty-nine times. His opponent had clearly been able to kill him outright, yet like a cat toying with