The gang leader didn't have time to fire before his wrist was pierced by a knife.
Ah——
The scream was mixed with a roar of anger.
John's surprise attack succeeded, smoothly disarming the shotgun, twisting the opponent's arm trying to lock his throat, but he hadn't expected his move to be countered.
The gang leader's neck was ridiculously thick, like it was embedded with steel pipes, and the skin felt not a pulse but the vibrations of a prosthetic body.
John hadn't had time to react.
His arm was grasped in reverse, and his vision began to spin.
John was directly thrown over the shoulder by this fat man onto the floor and instinctively dodged to the side.
A pair of metal fists followed closely, smashing a pit in the ground.
The leader cursed as he got up, a row of exhaust vents on his punching arm exhaling outward.
