Chapter 157: Having Fun
Machine-gun fire, flamethrowers, grenades, and all sorts of supernatural abilities flashed across the battlefield.
Unlike the freight haulers, these Mobile Task Force operatives were startled but not panicked, immediately forming an airtight defensive line.
But the incoming gunfire from the wilderness convoy was just as dense, concentrated squarely on those muzzle flashes.
Moreover, there were simply too many Mutants. These were not ordinary wild beasts; though small in size, they were supernatural anomalies with incredible speed and strength, radiating a stream of junk data that caused neural interference.
Having been fed overclocked food beforehand, the dense rows of fleshy spikes along their backs glowed a bloody red.
No matter how dense the task force's firepower was, the Mutant swarm broke right through. Just like the Trash Clan war chariots crashing forward in wave after wave, these Opportunistic Species seemed to have found entirely new opportunities.
"Ah!" Several members of the dead man walking squad were entangled by a swarm of leaping Little Ghost Rats.
At such close range, heavy firearms became useless—any explosive force would only wound or kill their own people.
They were forced to switch to pistols, and even then, ricochets began to fly.