"What the hell, is flying really that impressive?"
The Mongolian Toplaner, crouching in the carriage, slammed his palm on the table, feeling like he could send Huang Ban Sanlang's mom flying.
But there's no choice, Horizon Corporation can only produce anti-air weapons like machine guns and RPGs. They work fine against hovercars, but are useless against the high-mobility short-range flyers equipped by Adam's Hammer and his crew. Even the drones on the way are taken down, unable to approach, as they watch Huang Ban's special ops team rush into the building.
Retreat is not an option, only a fight is left, and the special equipment players brought can barely handle this elite BOSS.
"Reserve units, send up the personal equipment boxes of Tutu and the others, and have everyone from the fifth district gather at Yunding. Not a single bird will fly out of here today."
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Hate!
It's pure fucking hate!
