Chapter 102: Prison of Books, Bear's Warning
No. 1 and No. 2 moved through the smoke, the specialized scanners in their heads checking for life signs in the forest. At this range, the shotguns in their hands were Death's scythes, each blast dealing lethal damage across an area.
Four shots were not the limit of the weapons' capacity, but they were the limit of what these people could endure.
"Cough, cough. There were only a few of them. Did you really need to use smoke grenades?"
Kate poked her head out from a nearby treetop. An overly sensitive sense of smell could be troublesome sometimes.
As soon as the smoke grenade had gone off, Kate had pulled a specially made cat-eared gas mask from the equipment book Oran had issued her. She only took it off after the smoke below had mostly dispersed, but the lingering irritant still made her cough repeatedly.
"Wasn't I just trying it out? I didn't expect smoke grenades to last this long in actual combat."
Ginny's mech, meanwhile, had not opened its cockpit.
Mech piloting safety code: do not open the cockpit's protective seal before returning to camp, even if the battle is over.
Crash!
No. 1 stomped down on the ground ahead. Though shotguns could achieve close-range fire suppression in an extremely short time, they had one drawback: occasionally, a lucky survivor would avoid a fatal wound.
Beep—
A notification sounded in Ginny's ear, and her red visual display turned green. This meant the battlefield cleanup was complete; no life signals remained within the detection range.
"Take this one back. I'll keep watch."
Kate returned to the forest, while Ginny operated the mech and carried the surviving Svet back to camp.
Svet had fainted from extreme terror. On Ginny's way back, the sea breeze