And he "saw" the bullet fall from the sky, like justice from above, ripping open a huge gash in the back of the mutated biochemical beast, melting away most of its fierce and ugly heart!
Critical attack!
The mutated biochemical beast howled in agony before crashing down.
"One for data analysis, one to lure the enemy in deep, and one for the final strike, huh?"
Aaron glanced at the Hunter Squad, indeed worthy of daring to call themselves relic hunters, they really had some skills.
But they still lacked a defense hand or doctor, it seemed this must have been the role Wilson once played.
"Confirm the target is dead!"
Jason's voice continued to come through, "I've only got three micro-machines left now, this has to be considered a work injury!"
"Yes, yes!"
The old man didn't care and perfunctorily said a few words, "Continue exploring..."
"No way!"
Jason shook his head, "There might be a strong magnetic field inside the passage... My micro-machines can't get through!"
