The War Robots leaped into the air, the barrels in their hands already extended and aimed at the block across the street.
Bang! Bang! Bang...
Dull reports came from the War Robots' arms.
Finger-sized bullets appeared in the air, tracing invisible paths. If one could see their entire trajectory, one would notice the bullets curving slightly.
The ten robots moved in perfect unison, without a single wasted motion.
The bullets flew toward the rebel machine gunners in the opposite block, and the air around them seemed to freeze.
Garcia gripped a heavy machine gun, suppressing the Syrian Army with firepower.
Suddenly, ten shadows appeared in midair above the opposite block. Garcia's pupils shrank. Before he could see what they were, he turned the machine gun without hesitation.
A deadly sense of danger struck him. The feeling of death looming over him made Garcia's entire body stiffen.
They said people saw strange sights before they died. In Garcia's vision, everything seemed to slow down a hundredfold. He could see a bullet flying toward the center of his brow.
Puff!!!
With nothing to stop it, the bullet sank into Garcia's forehead and punched straight through.
He did not even have time to scream before his consciousness fell into darkness.
Thud! Thud...
Dull impacts rang out one after another as bodies fell stiffly to the ground, each with an extra bullet hole in the forehead, frighteningly precise.
The ten robots did not stop after firing a single shot. Before they even landed, their second shots had already been fired. By the time the robots landed, more than a dozen still-warm corpses had appeared behind the cover.
Heavy machine gunners, RBG Rocket operators, exposed snipers, rebels throwing grenades—any rebel detected by the War Robots who posed even the slightest threat to them became a