The battle in Shinjuku continued.
"Is that the one?"
Standing atop a skyscraper and watching the red Mecha being pursued through the distant streets, Fang Zheng snorted. He had just hacked into the Britannian military's communications channel, and thus finally learned the full story.
First, the Britannian military had been attacked by a group of terrorists. The terrorists had stolen a Poison Gas bomb from them—though Fang Zheng and the others naturally knew it was not a Poison Gas bomb at all. While fleeing, they had been spotted by the Britannian military. One of the terrorists had piloted a red Mecha to hold them off, while the other escaped by car.
The result was that the latter had gotten into a car accident, while the former was still being pursued.
"Eriri, handle reconnaissance and target acquisition. Black Cat, Asuna, come with me!"
As he spoke, Fang Zheng raised the Black Greatsword in his hand.
"Let the people of this world witness the power of our Darkmoon Blade!"
A barrage of bullets whistled past, striking the Mecha and causing faint tremors.
"Damn it, damn it... Hey, what happened? Answer me?!"
As she piloted the Mecha away, Kallen called out to her companion. As a member of the resistance, it was not as if she had never expected to be hunted down, but the severity of the current situation had still exceeded her expectations.
"The Mecha only has thirty minutes of power remaining..."
Looking at the warning indicators on the display, Kallen gripped the controls tightly, yet she could find no way out. Then, four Mecha suddenly appeared directly ahead of her, blocking her path.
"Pilot ahead, cease all movement immediately! Otherwise, we will open fire!"
"Damn it!!"
Her retreat was blocked ahead, while pursuers closed in from behind. For a moment,