Bruce's head hung lower, Mercer shook his head, gesturing to the others to stop talking, or else this guy's resolve might shatter, crashing into something and killing himself, making the rescue pointless.
"Think it over yourself... Sit tight, the Vortex Gang is here." V suddenly narrowed his eyes, spotting several speeding motorcycles in the rearview mirror.
At this moment, those motorcycles were weaving swiftly through the traffic, threading the gaps to pursue their Mykino.
"They have a death wish, let me handle this!" Rebecca leaned out of the passenger seat wielding Iron Gall, and fired into the distance.
"If you don't want to die, get out of my way!" she shouted, but the private cars blocking their path became obstacles for her shooting.
Rebecca had to consider these innocent people, but the Vortex Gang didn't, as one of them on a motorcycle casually aimed a Smart Submachine Gun at Rebecca and started firing recklessly.
Bullets whizzed towards them, Rebecca only had time to curse before retreating inside the car to avoid the shower of fire.
"Drive faster!" she urged V.
V rolled his eyes, "Look at the traffic, how fast do you expect me to go?"
Currently, in order to exit the city quickly, they were on the city alighting highway, crammed with cars. Even with V flooring the accelerator, the constant weaving was affecting their speed.
Compared to them, the motorcycles were more convenient; they were agile and nimble, narrowing the gap by ten meters in a matter of speaking.
Mercer decisively stood up, "Let me do it."
"Are you kidding? You're not even wearing a bulletproof vest!" Rebecca refused him as he approached.
But Mercer simply flipped over, squeezed in, placed Rebecca's small body onto his, without missing a beat to sit in the passenger seat and raise his Zhuo Style shotgun, sticking his head out the window.
Rebecca could easily push him back with one hand, but she squeezed her Gorilla Arm, finally obliged and shifted to make room for him. "Be careful! They are using smart weapons too!"
"They call that smart targeting?"
Mercer confidently said, simultaneously activating Brain-Machine Overclocking and Synaptic Accelerator at the moment he peered out, opting to forego hacking in favor of raising the Zhuo-style Shotgun and completing smart targeting in under 0.1 seconds.
Then, he slightly lifted the muzzle and fired two consecutive shots.
The projectile with smart tracing capability shot out, drawing an arc in the sky, landing with a whistle directly onto the faces of two motorcycle riders.
All the shots landed in a perfect circular pattern, none of them deviated from their intended places.
Vortex Gang members were caught off guard, even though they instinctively began to dodge the moment they saw the shotgun, but the tracking bullets didn't heed such attempts, transforming their modified red-eyed faces into truly 'red eyes' in an instant.
Two motorcycles immediately lost balance, one flew off the highway, its rider from the Vortex Gang shrieking as they collided with the cement and steel barriers, becoming 'embedded' on the spot.
The other fared worse, getting pulled under a neighboring car, terrifying the civilian driver so much that their face turned pale, screams from the driver's seat could be heard tens of meters away.
Mercer casually withdrew back, curling his lips into a smile, "See that? Marksmanship."
"Hell, even smart targeting counts as marksmanship?" V looked at the situation via the rearview mirror, speaking with a slightly sour tone.
These smart guns were just too shameless.
Rebecca, seeing this, merely chuckled, leaning back and snuggling against him, "Nicely done~ Indeed, shotguns are still the best, right?"
Only then did Mercer notice their somewhat ambiguous posture.
Rebecca giggled, now she exerted strength with her two Gorilla Arms sitting face to face with him, "Don't move around, what if you fall off?"
"Damn..." V cursed lowly, "What are you two doing!"
"Oh come on, we're here now." Rebecca giggled, her two Gorilla Arms acting like seat belts securing Mercer in the passenger seat.
Mercer simply chuckled softly, without struggling—he was just a fragile hacker, what could he do?
Turning his head, Mercer glanced at Bruce who seemed to still be lost in his thoughts, "Hey, holding up alright?"
Bruce replied gloomily, "I'm fine." not sure what was on his mind.
"Ease up a bit, don't strangle me... Move over, I need to open the vents." Mercer's words made Rebecca release her grip immediately, relaxing and sitting herself onto his lap in another manner.
Then, Mercer activated the 'Watchdog' program from his Network Access Vault, allowing Venus to begin working.
[Venus: Currently utilizing the city traffic system to plan your route.]
[Venus: Vortex Gang vehicles have been tagged using city cameras, analyzing suitable escape routes, estimated time, 52 seconds.]
[Venus: Three escape routes have been found for you.]
Mercer glanced at the map display provided by Venus, then smiled.
[Mercer: Deploy the third escape route to V's Prosthetic Eye, good job, Venus.]
[Venus: Advise promptly enhancing the CTos system, the current method of analysis and planning is inefficient without the computing power you provide me.]
[Mercer: Now you're rushing me... Alright.]
[Venus: I'm merely suggesting, the CTos system you conceive is indeed an astounding idea. Once developed, it'll allow me to serve you even better.]