Infiltration of Wind Thunder had been considered by the higher-ups, although very unlikely, hence the reason for the duration of the concert. Yet, against all odds, he made it in.
As Franklin's voice fell, the sound of rapid automatic rifle fire echoed through their earpieces. Sparks flew from the center of the stage...
A moment later, Franklin slowly unclenched his fist, and a bullet head made of junk metal fell to the ground with a dull thud. Aside from the 15.2 calibre sniper rifle piercing his caution, 7.62mm bullets posed no threat to him, let alone 5.56 calibre bullet heads that couldn't match Franklin's momentary burst speed.
This was the true power of Freedom Port's super mercenaries. His reflexes were comparable to a wild beast, his dense bones as strong as steel-reinforced bars.
