"Detected that player Kerr Cowell's Self-controlled Rotating Turret of Steel Sword, with five strengthenable options, has been fully enhanced to +10."
"Automatically activating the enhanced set skill!"
"Enhanced set skill with all five options strengthened to +10 -"
"Red tracer."
"Effect: For every five bullets fired, one will be a red flare tracer, which significantly increases the accuracy of the Steel Sword Self-Controlled Turret!"
There is an AI chip inside the Self-controlled Rotating Turret of Steel Sword.
To aim and fire, a series of operations are done by this chip.
It's called automatic aiming.
And this tracer can help the AI in the turret recognize targets better and improve their accuracy.
However, there is no more time to think at this moment.
Those seven Law Enforcement Bureau patrol cars are already sounding their sirens, flashing blue and white lights, speeding towards the Ruins Site.
The distance is less than 50 meters.
"Tsk."
Kerr Cowell looks expectantly at the 110cm caliber turret beside him, eyes the patrol cars that kick up clouds of dust, and excitement flashes in the depths of his eyes. He pats the turret beside him.
"Yo, if we don't fire now, it would be rude."
"Fire!"
As the words fall.
"Boom, boom, boom!!!"
Bullets, more like missiles with a diameter of one meter, are fired at a rate of 2900 shots per minute, whizzing towards the seven patrol cars!!!
A series of flames cut through the sky, giving a deadly danger while at the same time making it hard to resist the urge to stop and appreciate this rarely seen beauty!
"Boom, boom, boom!"
One after another, the shells land near the seven vehicles!
Explosions with powerful shock waves, accompanied by sand, smoke, vehicle debris, and blood fog, violently burst in the air!
After the huge shockwave, thick smoke rises!
Kerr Cowell and his companion even feel the oncoming wind and the trembling of the ground beneath their feet from the powerful blasts!
The bombardment lasts only ten seconds!
The battle is over.
When the smoke clears.
In the place where the vehicles were originally located, apart from a few huge pits, not even vehicle wreckage can be seen, let alone corpses.
It's like when a merciful deity purifies the world, they cannot bear to use such bloody means!
Everything is over.
And in return, Kerr Cowell hears a prompt in his mind.
"Ding, congratulations, player Kerr Cowell, for successfully killing 28 Mechanical Race People."
"Because the Human Race and the Mechanical Race are in a state of war, a reward of 28 Merit Value points is given."
"With only eight more Alien Race People killed, you can climb to 100th place in the Racial Kill Rankings."
Scar Dog, who has been holding onto the barrel to keep his balance, stares at the shocking scene in front of him. After a long time, he finally reacts to what he just witnessed!!!
It's the power of a deity's destruction!
He even feels that the strongest anti-aircraft firepower system would be unable to withstand a full volley of fire from the turret!
Then his eyes flash with excited light as he suddenly turns to look at Kerr Cowell!
At the same time, Kerr Cowell can't help but laugh excitedly, and meets Scar Dog's gaze!
Both of them can see the excitement in each other's eyes that is impossible to suppress!
"Hahaha!!!"
The first one to laugh out loud is Scar Dog. Excitedly jumping in the air, he throws a punch and says passionately, "Damn, it's been thirty years here and there, those Mechanical Races have been chasing us down, right?"
"After today, if I don't bomb you all to hell, I don't know what the fuck I'm doing!"
Kerr Cowell couldn't help but excitedly pat the barrel of the gun, feeling that even the scorching hot wind in the wilderness was more comfortable than ever before!
It's been three months since they came to this world.
Being chased by the Mechanical Race, hunted by Mutated Beasts, and sometimes having to watch out for treachery from fellow human players.
It's no exaggeration to say that their nerves have been on edge for the past three months.
Of course, such a state would not be comfortable.
But now, they could finally take a small breather.
Then, both of them looked back at the armored off-road vehicle from Culver at the same time.
An idea popped into their heads simultaneously.
"Wanna have a blast, Mr. Jacob?"
"Heh."
Kerr Cowell rubbed his hands together, his eyes couldn't help but show some excitement.
He still had around 2000 semi-scrapped items left, and the turret could be enhanced further.
However, if he enhanced it any further, it would become larger and wouldn't fit in the space bracelet, and the vehicle wouldn't be able to handle it on the roof either.
In that case...
"Fuck it, let's have a blast first!"
Kerr Cowell immediately stored the turret in the space bracelet, placed it on the roof of the vehicle, and sat down in the driver's seat without hesitation.
He put down the hand cannon on the dashboard and roared as he started the ignition.
"Heh!"
Scar Dog grinned, jumped through the window into the passenger seat, slammed the car door, and pointed ahead: "Let's go!"
"Roar!"
The rickety armored off-road vehicle blasted forward at full speed.
As they passed the huge pits, Scar Dog couldn't help but show a look of pity, saluted the air near his temple, and then sighed: "May the gods bless you."
Then he spat a big loogie deep into the pit.
Soon.
About twenty-something minutes later, Kerr Cowell hit the brakes and parked the car not far from City 18.
There wasn't much action in City 18 at that moment, and the commotion from earlier didn't seem to faze the city.
The outskirts of City 18 were like a slum, full of abandoned warehouses and desolate buildings.
Gangs, petty thieves, and people of unknown origin lived in this area.
Of course, some human players also resided here.
Yes... it's sad to say, but after the initial massacre, some human players chose to side with the enemy in exchange for survival.
The so-called "slaves".
These slaves didn't have to do any work. They just wore collars around their necks and crawled on the ground like dogs.
The people of the Mechanical Race would carry them around, showing them off openly in the streets.
They would even label the slaves with bright text, explicitly indicating that they were human.
At first, he didn't know why the Mechanical Race did this, but when he found out that they were one of the races that survived the last Battle of All Races, he understood why.
Perhaps... there were also humans in the last Battle of All Races, and this method allowed them to feel an intense pleasure!
Of course, it had nothing to do with him.
Kerr Cowell parked the car not far from City 18 and stood beside it, gazing at the city made up of desolate buildings and brightly lit high-rises. He paused for a moment before grinning, took a cigarette from his pocket without lighting it, and put it in his mouth.
His eyes gradually deepened.
"May the gods bless you all."
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