"F*ck!"
John suddenly appeared from the smoke and dust.
He gripped a piece of steel picked up from the ground, bursting with brute force, aimed directly at the center of the mechanical compound eye and smashed it with all his might.
Bang.
The sound of metal clashing echoed in the empty building.
The drone was struck into a calibration imbalance.
Without pausing, John discarded the bent steel rod and pulled out a smart mini submachine gun tucked in his belt.
Cobalt-blue bullets dispersed the settling smoke.
John didn't press the attack; instead, he fired while sprinting toward the corridor railing.
Uriel was too agile in the complex terrain.
If John retraced his steps, he'd surely be shot dead in the construction site; now he could only risk it all and find the quickest path downstairs.
He raised his hand to undo the magnetic buckle, pulling out the crossbody bag to grip it backward.
Buzz, buzz buzz——
