"Suppressing fire!"
"Requesting air support! We need heavy fire coverage!"
Gun smoke filled the air.
The wreckage of crashed escape pods lay everywhere, and black smoke billowed into the sky, blotting out the sun.
In the distance, a broken section of an interstellar warship was lodged at an angle in the mountain ridge, like a collapsed range of steel.
Gunfire and explosions rose and fell throughout the jungle. Tracer rounds wove between tree trunks, and the occasional rocket streaked overhead with a white tail, bursting into an orange-red fireball.
Once Lu Xiu got a clear look at her surroundings, she immediately equipped the Jump Kit.
—This time it was Titanfall.
She had only just equipped it when a stray round exploded by Lu Xiu's feet, kicking up a spray of dirt.
Several IMC infantrymen charged toward her and raised their guns. "Enemy!"
Seeing this, Lu Xiu suddenly dropped low. With the thrust of the Jump Kit, she slid forward, then scooped up the weapon dropped by a dead soldier on the ground.
She opened fire.
Bang, bang, bang.
After two bursts.
The IMC soldiers in front of her all fell where they stood.
Lu Xiu slowly got to her feet. After reaching down to pat the dirt from her jeans, she looked at the MIC soldiers on the ground, a thoughtful expression on her face.
This instance was perfectly normal—
Although the soldiers seemed to be trending more toward being like living people, overall they were still faithfully playing their roles, and they had not reacted too strongly to her appearance.
That was strange.
Why had the enemies in the Sifu instance not long ago acted like they had seen a ghost when they saw her?
Yet the enemies in the Titanfall Instance were perfectly normal?
—Exactly what restrictions had