The scene was chaotic.
John was running through the passage between the buildings, suddenly feeling the windows around him vibrating, as if a hovercar had come to a complete stop mid-air.
He ducked his head and lunged forward.
Bam!
A hole immediately appeared in the concrete wall.
A bullet pierced through the building's shell, passed through the corridor, and embedded itself in the wall opposite.
Sunlight and noise seeped in through the breach.
The gunfire kept repeating, like a countdown to doom.
John knew he was in the sniper's sights, and at this moment, he heard the internal communications of Internet Surveillance again.
[Permission to kill granted, ensure the retrieval of T-1's body.]
"F*ck, f*ck!"
John immediately left the airborne corridor and headed to another building.
The walls inside the building were thicker and less penetrable, but footsteps were also echoing in the walkway.
John gritted his teeth and retreated.
There was a sense of being at a dead end.
