He placed Lucy from his embrace onto a chair, swiftly taking off his bulletproof vest to drape over her. Then he handed her a handgun with reloaded bullets, crouching down.
"Hold tight to me, we’re getting ready to go downstairs."
Initially, she thought she could get him to plead for help, but in the end, it was she who was slowing things down.
It was then that Lucy noticed that his bulletproof vest had only a few white spots without any damage to the suit, though his face was smeared with blood, unsure if it was his or someone else’s.
But now wasn’t the time for small inquiries; she wrapped her arms around Lin Miao’s neck, her long legs clinging to his waist, the heavy suit draped over her giving her a strange sense of safety from the residual warmth.
Lin Miao didn’t need a handgun anymore, directly grabbing the shotgun in his hand, tossing the reloaded handgun to Lucy on his back, and the two started heading downstairs.
A slug hit a middle-aged Tiger Claw gang member climbing the stairs, sending him flying straight backwards, smashing into the wall. A large hole was left in his chest, ribs and organs shattered from a single shot, blood and flesh mangled.
Pumping the chamber, large hot shells were ejected.
The Tiger Claw gang members arriving later didn’t retreat because of it; a bare figure moved with residual shadows, climbing the stairs so fast that ordinary people couldn’t see clearly.
The killer revealed a bloodthirsty smile, the world in his eyes moving in slow motion before him. The mantis knife in his hand sparked against the wall, his body hanging against the wall parkouring like a gecko, pouncing towards the dead-hearted one daring to cause trouble in their turf.
Why is that guy’s eyes constantly fixed on me, is it an illusion?
Clearly, both Sianweistan and Krenzikov weren’t used, how could he keep up with my Speed?
The killer swung the mantis knife fiercely, at incredible speed, practically in a blink, it was aimed at Lin Miao’s neck, as if to cut off his head alongside Lucy’s hand.
But more unexpectedly, Lin Miao actually reacted; in the slowed world, he slightly lifted his right arm, intending to use his shoulder blade to block the knife.
Lucy didn’t react as quickly, but still tried to use the suit and her arm to protect Lin Miao; however, without special prosthetics, she was ultimately slower.
Without the protection of the suit, the knife almost effortlessly penetrated part of the bulletproof vest’s Kevlar fibers and tactical undershirt, slashing into Lin Miao’s shoulder, skin and flesh torn.
But that was all it did.
The silver shoulder blade blocked the slash, almost sending the mantis knife flying.
Then, the shotgun in Lin Miao’s hand was already against the killer’s chest, and the failed attacking killer instinctively wanted to flee.
No matter how fast the killer ran, the gun barrel was pressed against his chest, in front of the exiting bullet, ultimately it was a step too slow to evade sideways.
The penetrating power of the shotgun was less than a rifle, but its impact was far stronger; even though the killer had modified his body, with subdermal armor and multiple defensive prosthetics equipped on his chest, he was still slammed against the wall, unable to move.
The chest’s synthetic skin shattered, revealing large patches of reinforced fiber-made subdermal armor.
Looking at these things, Lin Miao was full of anger.
Damn, why do these guys always show up at the wrong times!
This set of prosthetics could fetch at least two or three grand on the black market, but now he can’t just toss Lucy on the ground to escape by carrying this killer, right?
The killer still wanted to make a desperate struggle, right leg seemed to move, but a foot immediately stomped fiercely on his knee, directly breaking it, the ejected blade stuck in mid-air, unable to move.
The hurting killer half-knelt on the ground under the force, something coarse and hard immediately propped up.
Lin Miao held the gun with both hands, the barrel stuffed into the opponent’s mouth, a foot stomping on his shoulder, glancing at the exposed red-haired ghost tattoo on the opponent’s shoulder while Lucy fired to drive back enemies below.
"Even got tattoos? Gangsters?"
Brain matter, bone fragments, flesh, and synthetic mechanical parts exploded across a whole wall, painting a blood-drawn oil painting.