At the same time, a voice came through the tactical earpiece with excessively precise instructions: "The enemy is retreating. Three o'clock direction. Advance three hundred meters, approach by land, don't climb any buildings."
Texas glanced at Exusiai. "Orders are in. Cut off their retreat!"
"Huh? He wants me to keep charging?" Exusiai froze.
"When?"
The voice sounded in both their ears at once. "Now."
Texas had no time to think. She swiftly cut into an alley, and when she emerged back onto the access road with moonlight falling over her once more, a group of bruised and battered "former masked thugs" had just shuffled to a spot not far behind her.
Since only a few of them had thrown away their masks, they had probably only "shed their armor and helmets" for now. They had not yet decided to completely distance themselves from the Reunion Movement.
"Bullet storm!"
The Sankta's habitual cry came from the distance.
Oute's voice came through the earpiece again. "The Lungmen Guard Department patrol will be here soon too. We can hand them over directly."
Texas let out a soft breath, flicked her lightsaber, and said, "This road is closed."
Those whose faces had been exposed looked utterly terrified.
Ch'en looked at these so-called Reunion Movement captives and felt nothing but conflicted.
"A Cai!" She viciously struck one of them with the sheath of her blade.
"Did your mother know you joined the Reunion Movement!?"
A Cai was a common name. In Lungmen, if there were not a thousand people with that name, there were at least eight hundred.
He raised his head and roared, "My mom's dead!"
"Those shitty doctors in the upper city wouldn't treat her!" Tears and snot streamed down his face, but he still roared, "Just because she was Infected!"
In his