"You can do it!"
Amid the howling wind, Mo San shouted, "Just fire!"
You say fire, and I fire?!
This thing...
Huai Shi had wanted to retort, but his body had already moved on instinct,
Smoothly checking all manner of devices on the gun that he had never even heard of. Safety off? This was the safety, right? Then what was the thing he had just pulled out? And why did the dial need to be set to 6?
But as phantom pain surged through his arm, he set it back to 3...
Finally, he turned around and, with a practiced ease that terrified Huai Shi, pulled the trigger at the aircraft.
He actually hit it?
The unexpected recoil left Huai Shi unable to feel his arm for an instant.
Then, amid the turbulence, a blaze of fire abruptly exploded in the Sky Dome.
Countless fragments rained down like a storm.
The aircraft, forced into an emergency maneuver, was thrown far behind the motorcycle, while Mo San continued speeding downward, toward the lower district shrouded in dense fog.
Huai Shi's heart turned cold.
It was over. Completely over.
After working so hard all these years, defeating countless competitors, he had finally found a job with a pension. He could slack off every day, coast through life, avoid trouble... He even had practically nonexistent medical insurance, along with employee benefits at the convenience store...
Gone. It was all gone!
The instant he attacked the Holy Capital Guards, he would have no choice but to spend the rest of his life in the sunless lower district.
Begging for food, panhandling, organ harvesting, wetware production, dying miserably in the dark, his bones and leftover flesh fed to rats, until rat meat finally appeared in cheap takeout lunch boxes...
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