Now, what mattered more was the matter at hand.
His pace still moved forward. Those were merely a few sentries, hardly combat units, so they hadn't initiated an attack from the start. If he ventured further, the next adversaries from the Terrorism Control Bureau—wearing mechas—would likely pounce without a moment's hesitation.
The streetscape shifted backward, and the closer he got to the center of the battlefield, the more riddled with holes the street became. It was like a natural firing range, with ammo of various calibers leaving their marks.
Jiang Shu noticed that, after delving deeper into this battlefield, there were no more corpses from the Taigong Dynasty, only a handful of X-type mechas belonging to the Terrorism Control Bureau.
But there were just two or three.
