Boom!
Gunpowder gases burst from her feet in an instant, propelling her body backward ten meters in a blink. It was a narrow escape from the Infant Eater's second claw strike.
"With that kind of strength—if I get hit three times, I'm done for."
Shaken, Nimotin's body, armed with firearms, her left arm's prosthetic rifle, and the siege cannon implanted in her legs, fired at the weak spots of the Infant Eater under the assistance of her plug-ins.
Bang, bang, boom—Boom!
The bullets, just like raindrops hitting the asphalt, shattered in despair against the combat armor of that explosive ordnance disposal technician. Even the siege cannon, capable of destroying a small car, failed to have the intended effect.
"You should be grateful for your country."
The Infant Eater said casually:
"Without the plug-ins it provided, you would've died long ago."
