"Stop running, you can't escape."
"Tch."
V and Jack crouched behind a pillar, holding Achilles Rifles.
It was dark around them—they both had Prosthetic Eyes, but those were mainly for interfacing with the Prosthetic System.
In the dark room, the only sources of light were the moonlight and the red glow of the enemy's thermal Mantis Blade.
But the woman from the Terrorist Mobile Team was different—V had seen that kind of Tactical Helmet on TV.
The helmet featured an integrated tactical compound eye, top-of-the-line, capable of detecting heat and sound sources, equipped with high definition night vision, and high magnification capabilities.
Even in pitch darkness, processed images were as clear as daylight.
But... that wasn't a reason to admit defeat.
The two exchanged glances and nodded at the same time—the machine room and server room were just separated by a wall, but they needed to split up here and go in different directions.
