"Helen, look over there! There’s actually a jewelry store!"

"Seen it, seen it! Alanna, there’s a cosmetics store over there."

No matter the time, women always get excited when they see something beautiful, just like men when they see a favorite car, they can’t help but get excited and stall.

Waldo smiled.

These past few days had really been stifling for them.

Relaxing now was quite necessary.However, what Waldo didn’t know was that someone had their eyes on them at the moment.

Target locked!

Are you sure?

Absolutely not wrong. Matches the intelligence description. He’s accompanied by two beautiful women and a mutant tiger, plus a robot.

Received.

Waldo trailed behind Alanna and Helen as they strolled.

Yet, he didn’t notice someone coming toward him from the shadows.

"Waldo, you’re finally here."

Leonard had dispatched his men to closely monitor the entrance of the Eastern District after receiving Waldo’s message.

Waldo had just arrived, and he would most likely linger on the district’s streets for a while.

So, Leonard positioned himself on the district’s streets, waiting.

Offending me, Leonard, causing me such humiliation, how could I let you go?!

Spotting Waldo’s figure as expected, Leonard hurried over.

After all, Waldo had some reputation in City 22.

However, Leonard didn’t really care.

Psh, they’re just a bunch of country bumpkins.

Top survivors from a small city. In an environment with such scarce resources, they think they can stand out?

As for the survivor who had claimed in the chat that Waldo could destroy mutant plants, Leonard completely disbelieved it.

Even their team couldn’t eliminate mutant plants.

Waldo?

Impossible!

As Waldo and his companions strolled, Leonard could confirm that they were indeed Waldo’s group.

Otherwise, there wouldn’t be such a response the moment he laid eyes on him, immediately transitioning into combat mode.

He pulled out a rifle and fired at Waldo.

"Waldo! You never imagined that I would be waiting for you here, did you?!"

Then, others pulled out their guns and began shooting at them.

These people were Leonard’s trusted men.

This time, they intended to corner Waldo and his group.

Yet, the situation was different from the intelligence report.

The report only mentioned Waldo wearing battle armor, but it hadn’t mentioned his two female companions also wearing combat suits.

Nonetheless, all of them had to die!

Leonard paid no heed.

So what if they were wearing combat suits? Could their suits withstand a rocket’s blast?

"Fire two rockets at him!" Leonard shouted.

However, at this moment, his men hesitated.

Rockets were strategic resources.

Using them against Waldo might not be appropriate.

Seeing his men hesitate, Leonard cursed, "Goddammit, just fire them, I’ll get more from home later!"

His men could only reluctantly take out the rockets and launch them at Waldo.

West dashed forward and activated the energy shield, blocking the rockets for them.

Waldo was secretly impressed.

City 25’s survivors were indeed quite a bit ahead of those from City 22.

The Drug Lord team could only become one of the three major teams by relying on portable rocket launchers.

But here, it seemed like portable rocket launchers were a rather common combat asset, almost like everyone had one.

Luckily, West managed to block the rockets.

Otherwise, even with their combat suits on, Waldo’s group would have been injured.

The explosion of the rockets rolled up a cloud of black smoke.

Seeing no movement within, Leonard thought that Waldo and his group had been obliterated,

their bodies reduced to ashes, and he started laughing loudly.

"Hahaha, Waldo, this is the fate you’ve brought upon yourself!"

However, as the black smoke dissipated, other than West looking a bit disheveled with some wear on his exosuit, Waldo’s group was completely unharmed.

How could this be?

Leonard’s eyes widened.

How could any survivor withstand a rocket’s blast unscathed, not even a hair harmed?

Was it this robot?

What was this robot’s background? It could actually withstand rocket blasts?

One rocket didn’t work, then let’s try another!

Whoosh!

Another rocket was launched.

Wouldn’t they be dead now?

Still not dead?

Leonard began to panic.What the hell was this thing that could survive two rocket blasts?

Leonard suddenly had some regrets.It seemed that Waldo was indeed something.

West bore the brunt of two rocket blasts, then said to Waldo, "Master, the energy shield is depleted. I need to recharge it. I won’t be able to protect you from rocket blasts."

Waldo nodded.

No need for that, it’s time to strike back.

Waldo and his team had been caught off guard and endured two rocket blasts.

Now, it was time to show their strength.

"Alanna, Helen, the two of you deal with the enemies behind us. Chubby, handle the ones on the left. West, take care of the right side."

Waldo quickly communicated with them and gave instructions.

They promptly responded, dealing with the enemies they were assigned to.

Waldo charged straight toward Leonard’s direction.

Leonard’s side was the most heavily guarded.

He must really treasure his life.

If it were anyone else, they might not be able to get close. Even West would probably be covered by intense gunfire and unable to approach Leonard.

But Waldo had the [Concealment] ability.

With just submachine guns and grenades, Alanna and Helen faced numerous enemies. Under ordinary circumstances, Alanna would be riddled with bullets before she even got a grenade out, given that there was no cover on the streets.

However, wearing combat suits now, they could easily withstand regular bullets.

So, one held a submachine gun, and the other tossed grenades like they were free, sending the enemies in front of them scrambling for cover.

Chubby relied on his speed to quickly kill enemies.

Although he inevitably took a beating from the intense gunfire, his outer shell couldn’t withstand the onslaught, becoming somewhat battered, but he remained unharmed.

As for West, he was the least of Waldo’s worries.

As a combat robot, he was violent both in melee and ranged combat.

West simply stood still, spread his wings, and started charging.

"Charge at him! He’s rooted in place now, get him!"

Enemies on the right side didn’t let the opportunity slip.

However, as they approached, they sensed something amiss.

Why did they feel the temperature rising around this robot?

West had just withstood the rain of bullets from these survivors, and now his laser device was fully charged.

Enough time had passed since his last laser cannon blast for it to cool down.

Hum.

Hum.

Hum.

The light wings gradually emitted a dazzling white light, accompanied by the sound of energy rapidly filling up and releasing waves.

Damn!

Wait, this guy is gearing up for a big move!