The wound forms a glaring blood hole.

Sora almost never misses, the second floor stairs are littered with corpses. The last guy hit was propelled backward by the force, tumbling over the railing, hanging on the iron hook meant for suspending corpses.

The pulley clattered, emitting a teeth-gritting metallic screech, the body swayed over the fleeing crowd, blood mixed with organs splattering everywhere...

The ghouls below descended into chaos.

Panicked, they fired their guns, hiding behind cover, bullets strayed to the ceiling.

Sora loved this gun.

It fired rapidly, had great power, was compatible with advanced bullets.

The sight could sync with the vision, allowing for a freer gun stance.

Boom, boom boom—

The factory equipment exploded under the ghouls' own bullets, many places were sparking with electricity.

Sora stood in the smoke and dust, steadily picking off the enemies.

John organized the firearm information received from the patch on his palm—the chip actions in the Triangular Maple system were the most he had ever seen since he entered the industry.

Perhaps because Triangular Maple was a laboratory product, not yet officially mass-produced and screened, so a large number of actions were retained, just the reload actions had multiple sets, along with tactical shooting actions for various situations,

and several military gun stances.

John was still in the digestion phase, Sora had already started using them, just now fiddling with firearms behind cover, was the AI's learning time.

It maneuvered through the ruins, killing with pleasure.

The hall was strewn with bodies, some people hid in the building debris, too frightened to show their faces.

Sora found it troublesome and simply turned around to walk deeper into the building.

It killed from the operating room to the workspace, through two corridors, passing by four warehouses storing various resources.

The firearm advantage was too obvious.

Sora fought a beautiful solo CQB in the narrow factory.

Every action came from the chip included in the Triangular Maple system.

Plato designed many shooting actions suitable for different environments based on the characteristics of the firearm itself.

John observed the whole time, feeling everything was smooth and extremely efficient.

Sora maneuvered its body between the building covers, always able to land a deadly shot in a minimal stance, with speed fast, precision high, and handling blind spots cleanly.

When this group of ghouls attacked John, they surely didn't expect a base of dozens to be solo flattened.

As the slaughter continued, the gun barrel temperature began to rise.

The special alloy started to change color, the etched "geometric maple leaves" became noticeable due to color difference, the more complete the maple leaves, the higher the temperature, the more intense the fight.

Sora was having fun, preparing for a grand finale.

[Get ready, big fireworks!]

John heard its excited shout, instantly realized something was wrong, but before he could open his mouth to stop it, his body was controlled, plunging into the ice pool they used for physical cooling.

In the corner of this red brick building was a steam pressure tank.

The AI invasion was interrupted, destroying the control valve, causing the equipment to constantly pressurize and blocking function pipes.

The pointer on the dashboard quickly exceeded the danger value.

The big tank shook violently, causing the steam pipes infiltrated in the surrounding walls to clatter noisily.

The sound of leaking air "pfft pfft" emerged.

Metal fittings broke free, clattering on the tiles.

Some ghouls realized what was happening, instinctively ran outside, while others were dumbfounded, or shrank behind cover not daring to move.

Rumble— 𝚏𝐫𝚎𝗲𝕨𝐞𝐛𝕟𝚘𝐯𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝗺

An explosion occurred in an instant.

The noise almost echoed through half of Sakura Cross Street.

High-temperature steam engulfed the entire factory in a flash.

John soaked in the water pool, pinched his nostrils tight, only feeling a powerful force surge through, the flowing ice water seemed like a piece of jelly, with him wrapped inside swaying along.