Bang!
The door closed, and bullets clinked against it.
The quality of the door was fairly good, but it quickly became dented—
Lille and Jack looked around nervously, then pulled a cart filled with tools and discarded parts to brace the door.
This seemed to be a server room—but there were many discarded components around.
Lille asked, "What now? Where are we?"
Lille, panting heavily, began scanning the surroundings.
"...Robot relay station. How many bullets do we have left?"
"So we can control all the robots from here?" Jack checked his remaining ammo. "Four shotgun shells, rifle ammo… one magazine."
V also checked his magazine while answering, "Two sniper rounds left, one rifle magazine."
Whether it was Sadara, Achilles, or raccoon dog, the bullets were expensive and hard to buy.
The technical weaponry meant the magazines functioned as batteries, taking up a lot of space for power, so the ammo capacity was low.
This was bad news.
