Delta: I have a 1-Haf Coin instant kill system!

The bullet grazed H-1000's shoulder, leaving a trail of sparks behind him.

His body blurred almost out of existence amidst the gaps in the gunfire, each step precisely dodging the bullets.

The moment another bullet left the barrel, he had already closed in on Nameless.

He gripped the muzzle with his right hand and raised it upwards, while his left hand reached out and his thumb pushed against the magazine catch, causing the magazine to fall off.

The nameless gun was held horizontally, blocking the H-1000. The two men's strength was locked in a fierce struggle, neither of them retreating even a step.

The gun barrel made a screeching sound as it scraped against the palm of his hand, and Wuming looked into the other man's eyes through the gun.

"I didn't snitch!"

H-1000 did not respond.

His facial muscles remained taut, and his gaze behind the sunglasses showed no sign of relaxation.

Dr. Martin said it himself at the time, how could it be false?

The thought flashed through his mind, and he twisted his wrist sharply, lowering the gun slightly, and the two sides were locked in a stalemate again.

......

Meanwhile, the melee outside the Tower of Babel had completely erupted.

Although Hamk's army was affected by the explosion, the damage was far from severe.

The Asara soldiers, clad in grey-red combat uniforms, trampled over the corpses of their comrades and converged on the Tower of Babel from three directions.

Gunshots and shouts of killing echoed repeatedly among the ruins, turning the entire area into a chaotic mess.

Hamk stood on a high platform several hundred meters away, calmly overlooking the entire battlefield.

Reis and Said stood half a step behind him, both of them having drawn their weapons.

Reese's left shoulder was still wrapped in bandages, but he grinned, revealing a mouthful of gold teeth.

Said did not laugh; the Crimson Claw Blade silently twirled between his fingers.

"We should stretch our legs too." Hamk lowered his arms and took a step forward.

He carried no weapon, and his pace was neither fast nor slow, yet he exuded an overwhelming sense of menace.

Reese licked his lips and grinned. "Finally, it's my turn."

With a flick of his wrist, the blade sliced ​​through the air, and he was sent flying from his spot.

Said followed closely behind, skimming along the ground, arriving at the edge of the battlefield almost simultaneously with Reis.

But their steps were stopped the moment they touched the battlefield.

A dozen or so figures in black leather jackets emerged silently from the dust and smoke, blocking their path.

Sunglasses, bald heads, leather jackets—every face looks exactly the same.

They didn't speak or make any unnecessary movements; they simply stood there in unison, like a silent wall.

"So what if there are more people?" Reiss's right shoulder sank, and Elegy slashed out horizontally.

The bald man didn't parry; instead, he leaned slightly to the side, letting the blade graz his leather jacket, while simultaneously aiming his right fist straight for Reese's face.

Reese leaned back to avoid the attack, but the two bald men beside him had already risen and launched flying kicks at the same time, one to the left and one to the right.

Saeed encountered the same problem.

The Crimson Sky Claw Blade thrust out repeatedly, but the bald men seemed to have anticipated all his movements.

Their movements were highly synchronized, and they cooperated seamlessly with each other.

Hamk stood at the edge of the battlefield, his eyes slightly narrowed.

"Clones..." He recognized the origins of these people.

Before joining Hafk, Hudson had already secretly acquired a research team.

That team has only one core technology—human cloning and neural synchronization!

Hudson not only integrated his father’s manufacturing company, but also brought those technologies into Hafk.

The bald men standing in front of him now are products of that technology.

More than a hundred clones, each possessing superhuman physical abilities and reaction speed.

Neural synchronization has allowed them to cooperate at an unbelievable level.

Although the explosion had decimated more than half of them, the remaining forty or fifty were still a formidable fighting force.

The battlefield was thus divided into several pieces.

The nameless man and H-1000 were locked in a fierce struggle at the edge of the ruins, their fists clashing.

Reis, Said, and Hamk were tightly entangled by the bald army and unable to break free for the time being.

On the rubble near the base of the Tower of Babel, two people were moving quickly.

H-47s and H-800s, escorting Dr. Rometheus, are evacuating westward along a relatively safe route.

The two men flanked Rometheus from the left and right, moving with incredible speed and almost no superfluous movements.

Rometheus was being carried forward by two men, staggering as he ran, but his gaze kept scanning back and forth across the battlefield.

He was looking for that cloud of black mist.

That being that can disappear into thin air, retrieve objects from a distance, and teleport instantly.

As a researcher, he could not ignore the existence of that force.

Just now, when Gu kidnapped him and rushed out of the Tower of Babel, he saw with his own eyes that the black mist condensed and took shape beside him.

What's the principle behind that?

His mind raced, and he tripped over a protruding pebble, falling forward.

H-47 reached out and grabbed his arm, lifting him up again. "Doctor, don't get distracted."

Rometheus took a breath and was about to say something when he suddenly saw the H-47 and H-800 stop moving at the same time.

The two stopped almost simultaneously, leaning forward slightly, their eyes fixed on the air directly in front of them.

There was only the wind, tinged gray by the smoke of gunpowder.

But Rometheus had a strong feeling—someone was there!

A cloud of black mist silently condensed and took shape in the air, outlining a silhouette from nothingness.

A dark hood, a tattered high-necked cape, and an eye with a claw mark showing.

The black mist solidified extremely quickly, transforming from a blurry outline into a solid form in less than two seconds.

H-47 reacted faster than him.

The moment that figure solidified completely, he had already moved.

He swept his right leg out horizontally, and at the same time drew a short knife from behind his waist, the tip of the knife pointing at Zhang Zhao's side.

The H-800, on the other hand, presses down synchronously from another direction.

Almost at the same time H-47 made its move, it had already reached Zhang Zhao's left side, its fist, wrapped in a strong wind, aimed straight at Zhang Zhao's face.

Zhang Zhao did not retreat.

His gaze never left Rometheus.

Just before H-47's sweeping leg was about to touch his knee, he slightly tilted his body to the side, allowing the sweeping leg to slide past his leg.

At the same time, he flipped his left hand, and the Dragon Slayer was already in his palm. He tilted the blade upwards to block the H-800's short sword.

The two men's weapons clashed in mid-air, sparks flying everywhere.

But he knew he couldn't fight for long.

Both the H-47 and H-800 have an attribute score of around 15.

In terms of sheer numbers, he was already stronger than him, not to mention their excellent teamwork and the fact that they both had Relink brain-computer interface assistance.

Once things get entangled, it's only a matter of time before he's taken down.

The reason he can hold his own in a brief confrontation is simply due to the weapon advantage brought by the Dragon Slayer and the high compatibility of his ReLink brain-computer interface.