Baiting poison!

After killing the anti-terror task force member, Sheyan’s crime index surged up rapidly.

Yet the victim only dropped a single loot, which was the necklace hanging around his neck. The words "not identified" were engraved on it, which widely disappointed Sheyan. What was encouraging was that the ‘Treacherous ally’ milestone sprung to life, showing a completion of 5/50. Killing a Delta anti-terror task force member was actually equivalent to killing five ordinary policemen!

Following that, he immediately examined the entire trunk of the vehicle but did not find any of those threatening black firearms. Instead, he found several normal police revolvers, and roughly 100 rounds. Sheyan kept the items that he found, tossing them into a backpack he was carrying and swiftly left the vehicle.

The distant gunshots started to sound more intense and urgent, as though the death god was battling against god. In just a short span of time, Sheyan had witnessed at least two ambulances speeding off with their casualties. Obviously, the firefight against the Terminator wasn’t a very smooth one to the Los Angeles police force.

On the contrary, Sheyan did not simply follow the sound of the firefight. He carefully observed his surroundings, before covering his face with a mask he had prepared earlier on, and proceeded to lift out the nearby sewer lid. A strong unexplainable stench assailed his nostrils, causing his eyebrows to twitch as he hastily climbed down.

The visibility beneath was incorrigibly low. In addition, it was dirty and the murky water stunk the air.

Once in awhile, waves of rushing steam would blow past, prompting Sheyan to squint his eyes as he continued forward. Soon after, he found a tiny black storeroom that sanitation workers used to place their tools. Disregarding the filth, he sat on the floor motionlessly.

What was he doing?

Seconds went by, Sheyan remained steady as he sat in the same position. His breathing became gentle but steady. Every breath he took was like a stable, fierce and precise punch. Amidst this dark, filthy and humid environment, Sheyan felt like his own heart was as graceful as the flowing waters. Within, was a soft dark feeling.

Presently, he could seemingly even hear larvae breeding and swimming about in the sewage water, as water rippled occasionally. The water splattered upon impact as it slowly dissolved into the soil….. All of a sudden, the ground started shaking!

Clear, rhythmic vibrations.

Sheyan opened his eyes, waking out of that weird state he was in. Currently, his physique, vigor and fighting spirit had soared to a maximum, and even the wounds he received earlier from the task force member had stopped bleeding. Healed and patched up, in its place was his perfect skin. Although he could not reach a perfect state of comprehending the environment he was in, Sheyan was still able to distinctly sense.

"It’s here."

Yes, following Sheyan’s arrangement, why wouldn’t the futuristic mysterious assailant, the T-750 Terminator, come. Why wouldn’t it? To the Terminator whose sole purpose of living was to kill, anything that could aid in its massacre was its food, women, wealth and its dreams!

Within this region, the long ranged proficient Terminator could use his built in light firearms detector to search for any light firearm within the 200 meter radius. However, these weapons were dispersed sparsely throughout the district. To collect or use these weapons would be extremely inconvenient, thus, the Terminator had to continually rampage around in search of ammunition.

Hence, at this moment, a sudden 5-6 police revolvers, several hundred ammunitions had concentrated together and showed up on its radar! Therefore, the Terminator very naturally charged forward with great speed as it followed its radar.

It was like a wolf that caught the scent of a group of sheeps, or a fish that saw fish bait.

Sheyan’s lips curved into a slight grin, as he took in a deep breath. Before he exhaled, the underground sewage storeroom metal door was kicked wide open.

"BAM!" amidst the filth and dirt, the metal door smashed against the back wall, before finally clattering to the ground.

The T-750 Terminator emerged from the door entrance. Under the dim lighting, it looked extremely menacing. A great deal of its artificial skin had been blown off, while the remaining skin hung loosely from its body; exposing a cold shimmering metallic skeleton. Its left eyeball was also damaged, and what was in its place, was now just a deep dark hole. A red ghastly laser emitted out from the insides of that dark hole, as the terminator appeared viciously brutal.

Sheyan stared intently at the T-750’s metallic appearance. He could see a layer of greyish membrane that was normally easily ignored. That should be the point to point "support" artificial skin. At least in this world, this equipment was a gunman’s nightmare. The T-750 was swaying clumsily as it walked forward, as it was clearly seen that the artificial skin covering its left knee joint had been completely burned off. This was a distinct injury, which should be the injury sustained from the space-time convergence, and the main reason why it appeared in this world with only 70% of its power!

The T-750 similarly stared over, however, his eyes were fixated on the backpack beside Sheyan. Its chilling red eyes flickered, as it raised its metallic wrist with the firearm within its hand, it started spraying out bullets.

3 bullets lodged into Sheyan’s forehead, throat and chest, as the piercing sound of gunshots finally dissipated within the dirty and dead environment.

Raising its leg, stepping forward, and bending its waist, the steel hands actively reached for the backpack before strapping it onto its shoulder. Afterwards he reached out his hand to Sheyan’s waist where the M500 hi-power pistol was residing.

According to the T-750’s initial calculation and judgement, once bullets had successfully entered this living creature, that creature would be rendered dead. Furthermore, the bullets landed fatally onto vital regions like the head, throat and heart. As such, this creature would definitely lose all hints of resistance. The probability of surviving even with three lives would be less than 1%.

Therefore, it was completely unprepared.

At this moment, Sheyan exploded forth, roaring out mightily as he launched a fist in retaliation!

Sheyan’s fist was now encompassed by a cobalt steel exoskeleton, making his fist appear massive while exhibiting an oppressive pressure! Sparks flew everywhere! After the clattering sound of a metallic collision, this one fist landed precisely on the T-750’s existing kneecap wound. Its massive force caused the Terminator to stagger a few steps back, before knocking against the filthy greyish wall. "BAM!" a loud sound emerged alongside a great puff of dust!

The T-750 Terminator’s left knee cap gave off several sparks, however, it felt no pain. It was devoid of fear, panic or any forms of emotion. Raising its gun, It fired immediately!

"Boom Boom Boom!" the sounds of gunfire filled this space once again. Blazing hot bullets surged across the dusty atmosphere, aiming towards Sheyan’s eyes. Suddenly, a hand intercepted it and proceeded to pinch the gun firmly!

Sheyan of course had no way to protect his naked eyes from such an assault, to be able to grab the rounds in midair, that basically required one’s agility to be at least 30 points or even 50 points!

In spite of that, Sheyan could predict what this metallic beast would do, and could prepare his next course of action! Before the Terminator managed to trigger his weapon, Sheyan had already completely covered his eyes with his right hand!

Fresh blood flowed down from his covering hand. The T-750 terminator was currently using a Belgium based Browning 9mm hi-power pistol. Its power was higher than the normal Los Angeles police revolver, hence, it was able to penetrate Sheyan’s flesh. Nevertheless, once the rounds encountered his rock solid bones, they were unable to penetrate even a single inch. The steel projectile head distorted from the overwhelming surging power, stopping inside the flesh, and was then squeezed out by his sturdy muscles.

"Your magazine rounds have been fully expended."

Sheyan let out an evil grin, loosening his hands, the bullets fell gently onto the thick mud. His leg muscles had already tensed up with strength as he stomped down! While pouncing forth, Sheyan’s left hand fist had swept forward, as a gigantic metal exoskeleton surfaced over his fist; heavily aiming for the Terminator’s left arm!

"BAM!" Cracks surfaced on the walls of the mini storeroom, as the entire sewer shook. Sheyan did not attack the T-750 Terminator’s hand but instead the pistol it was holding on to. Under the heavy pressure of the cobalt steel exoskeleton armour, the Browning pistol’s metal body distorted inward and broke; turning into a piece of scrap metal.

The pistol had lost its firing capability, safe for using it as tool to strike others. Until now, Sheyan’s battle plans had all been met – the wounded knee had lost its mobility, the weapon had lost its functionality. Yet, the distance between the two was within hand reach.

Even though it was under such a disadvantage, the T-750 Terminator managed to follow its own battle programming and accurately counter attacked. It used the right hand that was just attacked to cover its chest, then using its left hand, it ripped open Sheyan’s backpack. Reaching out for the police revolver inside. However, Sheyan remained ignorant as he repeatedly pounded down onto the T-750 Terminator’s left knee cap.

The dim lights flickered in the sewage. Sheyan executed a flying kick with both legs, as the T-750 Terminator was thrown off the ground, smashing heavily against the wall. The old wall couldn’t withstand the pressure anymore, as it collapsed to the ground. The T-750 Terminator then crashed into the drain beside it.

After the heavily wounded left knee plunged into the water, it produced a static "chi chi chi" piercing sound. Light blue electric currents frenziedly jolted about and finally extinguished into a smelly vapour that filled the air.