Although the US Military had suffered some losses from being too careless at the start and had been beaten so badly they could barely lift their heads, once they reacted, the roar of armored vehicles began to sound. Vehicle-mounted machine guns spewed fire, and the battle turned around at an overwhelming speed.
The drug-induced frenzy ebbed away like the tide, and fear crept into their hearts. Watching their companions get torn apart by machine-gun fire, the street racers finally realized what a foolish thing they had done.
The thought of begging for mercy had barely arisen before it was crushed by an even more violent barrage. The thoroughly enraged US Military had no intention of holding back. The fiery trails of tracer rounds intertwined into a net, as though they meant to bury every challenger here for good.
"Looks like it's over." Finn let out a breath, his tense shoulders relaxing slightly.
But Caesar's brow suddenly furrowed. He had heard something else. Even without actively activating Kamaitachi, his hearing was far sharper than that of an ordinary person.
Mixed in with the gunfire and screams on the battlefield were faint muffled thuds and the sounds of heavy objects hitting the ground.
Without hesitation, he expanded the domain of his Spirit Word. Countless whispers from Wind Spirits flooded his ears, instantly parsing the complex soundscape inside and outside the hotel with perfect clarity.
Caesar frowned, his voice turning low. "Everyone, stay alert. The attack outside is only a feint. There's another team—they've already slipped in. They took out the US Military guards in the hotel corridors using silenced pistols. The fallen soldiers still show vital signs, and their heartbeats are steady. They were probably hit with Frigg Bullets."
"The Eight Clans of the Serpent?" Lu Mingfei guessed.
"Very likely." Caesar gave