Rooting out the nest
Translator: Translation_Nation Redakteur: chuchutrain
Under the incessant hurricane like gunfires of the ‘AMP Suit’, even a thick 3 metres wide tree couldn’t provide coverage for long; blistering into splinters after withstanding the bombardment for few seconds.
After the fanatical rain of fire subsided, several mysterious blue figures jolted out with surreptitious movements as they dispersed into the forest. It felt like fishes abruptly leaping out, graceful in that instance, before splashing down lightheartedly into the depths of the river.
At this moment, Sheyan suddenly darted out from a tree; half-kneeling as he raised a gun. Squinting his eyes, he pasted it against the scoping lens as he raised that ‘Nail gun’ of his. A red suspicious dot swiftly scanned past the trees; naturally, it was the infrared laser, an accuracy target device add-on.