Chapter 104: Air Support
Amid the inferno, a hulking figure emerged unscathed. The Mutated Lord—its near-impenetrable physique rendered the micro-missiles almost useless. The relentless assault had only managed to peel away its skin, exposing raw, bloody muscle beneath.
"Target: Mutated Lord." "Conventional weapons are ineffective. Call for air support!" The mechanical dog, equipped with advanced AI, quickly assessed the situation and transmitted an urgent distress signal.
Far away in Mansion No. 8 of Tribeca, Ava was carefully tending to her plants, wiping their leaves clean with a tissue. Her communicator buzzed to life in her pocket. Glancing at the screen, she saw a live feed of the Mutated Lord wreaking havoc. Without hesitation, she abandoned her task, tossing the tissue aside, and sprinted to the helipad. Moments later, the Avalon roared to life as she took off, heading down the river toward the area.
This was second nature to Ava by now. At a moment's notice, she would leap into action, rushing to battle whenever her Ant and Spiders called for backup. To her, these intimidating machines weren't just tools of war; they were comrades. "Arriving in two minutes. Make sure you identify targets accurately." Ava's calm voice carried over the communicator to the mechanical units.
"Air support inbound. Focus fire and pin the target within the strike zone. Two-minute countdown." At her command, the Ant and Spiders adjusted their tactics. All firepower concentrated on the Mutated Lord, unleashing a relentless barrage.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Micro-missiles streaked through the air, slamming into the creature in rapid succession. Tungsten-core armor-piercing rounds flew like an endless stream, their impact heating the barrels of the machine guns until they glowed red. The rapid gunfire thundered like a pounding drumbeat, carving small chunks into the Dominator's dense muscles. Although its monstrous body resisted most of the damage, the constant pressure from bullets and explosions gradually began to overwhelm it.
The Mutated Lord's movements slowed. Its once-mighty limbs seemed pinned under the unyielding hail of fire. More and more tungsten rounds embedded themselves into its muscle tissue faster than the creature could expel them. Each missile strike tore open new wounds, and its burly frame was soon riddled with craters, resembling the surface of the moon.
Then, from deep within the blazing warehouse, an earth-shaking roar erupted. "ROAR!!!" The sound was deafening, like a thunderclap. It sent shockwaves rippling through the air, extinguishing flames and scattering burning debris.