Chapter 122 Reinforcement
Lilith tightened the straps of her custom UV goggle across her face. The moment the lenses activated with a low pulse, the world bloomed into a glowing contrast of violet hues. Outlines sharpened, movement stood out. Even in darkness, she could see it all—clearer than daylight.
With no hesitation, she stepped out of the Black Lotus base into the heart of chaos.
Gunfire roared around her, every shot ringing out like thunder. Sparks exploded off metal. Smoke curled in thick ribbons. Shouts and curses filled the air as gang members from both sides clashed in the shadows of the night. The place was a battlefield—broken glass, bullet shells, bodies.
Behind her, more Black Lotus fighters surged forward, each equipped with goggles and weapons, following their queen into the storm.
Leo was right behind her. Dressed in his usual long black coat, his hood was pulled low, shadows dancing across his jaw. He took position beside her behind an overturned, bullet-ridden sedan. Rounds pinged off the car like hail on a tin roof.
He crouched low, turned to her with a frown.
"We can’t keep dragging this out," Leo muttered, his voice calm despite the chaos. "They’re packing superior firepower—military-grade. We’ll be outgunned, outmatched. At this rate, we’re feeding our people to the grave."
Lilith glanced around—she didn’t need to say it. He was right.
Black Lotus members were dropping, one by one. Their tech and precision gave them an edge in the darkness, but the Crimson Hand had the numbers and the weapons. Modified assault rifles. Custom LMGs. Even grenade launchers. The golden bird wasn’t sparing expense.
Lilith’s eyes narrowed behind the lenses. "Then what do you propose?"
Leo peeked over the car, watching the incoming barrage. "They’re loud. Brutal. But sloppy. I count no more than fifty of them pushing from the southeast flank. If you and I take the fight to them directly, cut through their line from behind... we’ll break their momentum. Our people can push forward without getting chewed up."