Scorching red bullets lashed through the air. One after another, mechanical bodies were blasted apart by the fiery downpour. Shattered flesh and metal littered the wasteland, and a mixture of grimy motor oil and foul blood stained the entire land a deep, dark brown.
Under the suppressing heavy firepower, the mechanical army's advance slowed to a crawl, their numbers visibly dwindling.
Gu Shian was like a walking armory, carrying a massive amount of firearms and ammunition. He had already pulled out no fewer than thirty rockets, not to mention devastating weapons like a Plasma Cannon that could blast straight through an enemy position with a single shot. His firepower was enough to wage a small-scale war.
If the entire White House Squad were here, working in concert, they could probably wipe out the whole Steel Legion in no time.
But soon, they all realized something was wrong.
