At the critical moment, No. 85 wasn't in a hurry. He was carrying three rockets.
Ah, it felt great not having to pay for ammunition! Mirai looked at No. 85's luxurious equipment. If he had to spend his own money buying rockets...
"Boom!"
After three deafening explosions, a gap was blasted directly into the wall at the alley entrance. Mirai had no idea whether Tattooed-Arm Uncle had been blown apart or had escaped. He was gone.
"Move. That noise was too loud. The police will come sooner or later." Mirai glanced at No. 85 as he spoke.
Although this ancient city had become a place beyond the law, they still couldn't make too much noise, right?
Without saying anything, 85 raised his gun and charged forward like a horse breaking free of its reins.
"Charging?!" Mirai stared at No. 85 in surprise. So you really were waiting for me!
In the blink of an eye, No. 85 had raced to the mouth of the alley. At the same time, Tattooed-Arm Uncle, covered in dust and blood, crawled out from the bricks and rubble with a gun in hand, coldly staring toward the alley entrance.
However, his target was Soldier 85, a red-eyed, white-haired man.
85 stood half a head taller than Tattooed-Arm Uncle. The uncle looked up at No. 85 in surprise, a bad feeling rising in his heart.
The next second, No. 85 snatched Tattooed-Arm Uncle's AK-47 and threw it away. The gun slammed into the alley wall and shattered.
Bro, even if your equipment is advanced, don't waste it like that! Mirai thought painfully as he looked at the broken pieces of gun on the ground.
The instant his gun was taken, Tattooed-Arm Uncle didn't hesitate. He threw a punch at No. 85's face.
"Protect your eyes!" Mirai