The blue electric arc subtly adjusted its trajectory in the air, gradually covering the sniper's increasingly twisted face.
Pop, pop pop!
John continued to rapidly pull the trigger.
The Hercules in smart mode could automatically aim, triggering bullet effects that stack within the target's body and detonate toxic implants upon elimination.
No targets were found within the field of vision.
Maya held her rifle, crouched low and approached,
John opened the scorching metal chamber to change the magazine, ensured there were no immediate enemies, and eagerly removed his bulletproof helmet.
Sweat dripped from the tips of his stiff hair, his entire head steaming under the lights.
He took deep breaths, ripping off the Velcro of his bulletproof vest forcefully, pulling off the wretched thing from his neck.
Its high-fiber mesh and alloy plates were severely damaged, the impact absorption material embedded with bullets, falling on the gravel road and raising dust.
