"Mr. Verlis, it looks like there are others too!"
Amid the scattering crowd, two groups stood out sharply, watching each other warily as their gazes gradually turned cold.
"Ignore them. As long as they don't get in the way, let them be—"
The bespectacled "engineer" shook his head without hesitation, raised the shotgun in his hands, and coldly declared to those around him, "Today, by the will of The Tuner, I bring ruin and despair upon you all!"
"When the waves arrive, you will know that the day of destruction has come!"
The fanatical men in black drew their weapons, charged into the Central Security Bureau, and shouted at the top of their lungs:
"Holy!"
"A Zhao, wait, there seems to be another group!"
"Leave them alone."
Inside the hall, the motorcycle roared. Amid the shrill screech of tires grinding madly against the floor, it spun in place, carrying its rider in a tight circle as she repeatedly pulled the trigger in every direction within the cramped space.
Beneath her hood, Yuan Zhao's eyes were cold. "We do our own thing!"
Muzzle flashes erupted as shell casings flew up and clattered to the ground. The guards in exoskeleton armor did not even have time to react before they fell dead one after another.
Then came the piercing blare of an alarm.
The wall exploded apart.
The Steel Transformed Ones hidden behind the hall raised the heavy autocannons mounted on their arms, burst into the hall, aimed at the attackers, and began spinning their barrels.
A continuous line of iron light swept wildly through the hall like a red-hot iron whip, yet it could not keep up with the motorcycle that raced and swerved without pause.
Under the rider's control, it seemed to defy gravity, racing up the wall and using