Chapter 23

A Knight-Level mecha and an unknown vehicle passed by in front of Ajax.

People who can come here are basically in the same situation as Ajax – either they are wanted by the authorities, or they owe a lot of eddies and can't pay up, or they can't survive outside, so they come here to join the organization to earn some quick eddies.

The arrival of Ajax had attracted the attention of some people, and plundering wealthy outsiders was also their daily routine. However, when they saw that Ajax was driving an old and stinking garbage truck, they immediately lost interest and went on about their day.

Ajax took a deep breath and continued to drive along the road. The deeper he went, the more he could feel the wild charm here – bomb craters, the residue of explosions, and even the natural air was filled with gunpowder smoke and the smell of blood.

As the sky gradually darkened as the strange place and complicated roads gave Ajax a headache.

Now he has to find the site of the Lazoole Society quickly, otherwise, he would be spending the night in a dangerous place with nowhere to stay. Ajax stopped near a fairly full bar to ask for directions, after all, someone here must know.

As soon as he got out of the truck, Ajax felt that something was off. Not far from the street on the left, a group of people in black clothes were also walking towards the bar – twenty or thirty of them.

With the help of the dim light, Ajax could see that these people were holding firearms of different lengths, they didn't look like they were here to drink.

Sure enough, the next second, the leading middle-aged man raised his rifle and fired at the door of the bar, shouting at the same time: "BOMEN! YOU MOTHERFUCKER, YOU KILLED MY BROTHER! COME OUT!"

Others also raised their weapons and shot at the door of the bar.

A string of bullet holes was left on the door, and a bar waiter was shot multiple times and collapsed as blood pooled under him.

The guests at the entrance of the bar reacted swiftly as they all lowered their bodies and fled in all directions.

Ajax was also taken aback and quickly squatted down against the garbage truck and sighed; this place is indeed terrifying. You could get shot and killed without warning.

Ajax was about to get in his truck and drive off, but then he remembered that the man who seemed to be the leader called out the name "Bomen," wasn't that the leader of the Lazoole? Could it be that the person he was looking for was in this bar?

"It can't be a coincidence. Just how many people are called Bomen in this place?" Ajax muttered and weighed his choices. He decided to stay and observe a little longer before slipping away if things went south.

At this time, some people in the bar also rushed out and began to fire back from cover. People on both sides screamed and fell to the ground from time to time.

As the number of people rushing out increased, the people in the bar gradually formed a counterattack, and the firefight became more fierce.

"MOTHERFUCKER! WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE TO SHOOT MY SHIT UP? I'M GONNA FUCKING KILL YOU!"

A short-bearded middle-aged man, looking like he came straight out of a Wild West film, with a cowboy hat suddenly came out of the bar, with a cigar in his mouth and a bazooka on his shoulder.

A "boom" resounded as the rocket exploded after hitting its target. Flames instantly illuminated the surrounding area, and several attackers were engulfed in them.

Seemingly satisfied with his attack, the middle-aged man let out a "haha", and continued to puff his cigar as he dropped the bazooka in his hand for a rifle. Others followed him as he rushed outside.

If Ajax's guess is correct, this man is Bomen, after all, no ordinary man can talk, laugh, and smoke a cigar happily in the hail of bullets. At least the current Ajax can't do it. Just when Ajax thought that Bomen and the others were about to break through, another commotion erupted and a Knight-Level mecha and a vehicle appeared from the left and right sides of the bar and at the same time aimed and fired a volley of shots at Bomen his men.

"SHIT, THEY'VE GOT A MECH! FALL BACK!" Bomen shouted, turned his gun, and fired in the direction of the mecha while running.

Unfortunately, it was too late; their vehicle went up in a ball of fire, and two of his subordinates were shot and fell to the ground. Bomen's was hit by a laser on his right shoulder, scorching his strong muscles.

"Boss!"

"Sir!"

The subordinates came to Bomen's aid and shouted anxiously.

"QUIT FUCKING AROUND! FALL BACK!" Bomen pushed through the pain, tore his shirt wrapped his wound before continuing to fire at the mech with the rifle in his left hand Rambo style.

Hearing Bomen's command, the subordinates maintained their formation and retreated in an orderly manner. They lost two more men before making their way back into the bar.

But this wouldn't stop a mech, especially not one with dual-linked machine guns above its chassis which held extremely strong penetrating power. Bomen and his men were instantly suppressed.

"Call for backup! These people! Fucking sons of bitches!" Bomen's anger rose; he dropped the cigar in his hand and emptied the magazine of the rifle in one go – "Boss, we're being jammed by the opponent's tank!" The subordinate next to him repeatedly tapped his Vox, but it didn't work at all.

"Fuck! We won't go down without a fight! Whichever one of us escapes today better make sure to avenge us!" Bomen said with a firm expression on his face as he reloaded his rifle with one hand.

Even amid a heavy siege, he maintained his composure, he had the makings of a battle-proven general. His subordinates were encouraged, and their morale was revitalized as they planned to cover their boss and rush out one last time.

The leader of the powerful party watched Bomen and others charge desperately and couldn't help but laugh, commanding his subordinates to press forward, pouring a hailstorm of bullets into the bar in coordination with the mechs and attack vehicles.

From time to time, rockets and missiles streaked through the air, exploding one after another inside the bar. The originally gorgeous bar was now riddled with holes and craters everywhere.

Fortunately, many of the guests had left when the altercation had started, otherwise, few of them would've survived.

"HAHAHA, Bomen! You'll be buried today!"

Another two missiles exploded at the entrance of the bar. The desperate charge of Bomen and his men only increased casualties.

If it weren't for the returned fire from inside, Ajax would have thought that these people had been wiped out.

After seeing the current situation, Ajax came up with a bold idea. He slipped into the compartment of the garbage truck, entered his mecha, and started the connecting procedure.

He was going to save Bomen and the others, this would be the best opportunity to join the Lazoole Society, otherwise, Bomen would die, and he would have nowhere to go.

"Your pilot certificate has not be-"

"Confirm" Ajax interrupted the voice before it could even finish.

"Connecting...1%...5%...20%...50%...100%... CONNECTION SUCCESSFUL"