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  Boom!

  Gunpas erupted from under her feet, propelling her body teers ba an instant. She narrowly avoided the ibal's sed cw strike.

  "That kind of power—just three hits, and I'm done for."

  Nimotin was startled. The firearms she carried, the rifle prostheti her left arm, and the pnted in her leg, all fired at the ibal's oints with the aid of plugins.

  Ping ping pong bang—Boom!

  The bullets shattered hopelessly against the bat armor of the riot soldier, even the on that could destroy a small car had no effect.

  "You should be grateful to your try."

  The ibal said nontly:

  "Without the plugins it provided, you'd be dead already."

  Nimotin nded on the ground, dodging three secutive shots from Zhu Baiya. Taking advantage of his reloading, she suddenly burst with energy, kig him away.

  As she regained her stahe ibal's words reached her ears. Nimotin shrugged and sneered:

  "Heh, a strong person like you couldn't have been nurtured ier Territories."

  Bang!

  The ibal, devoid of aiquette or majesty of the strong, unched a sneak attack as she spoke, his hands crag with bioelectric arcs.

  "Zhu Baiya, what are you standing there for?" The ibal g Zhu Baiya: "Get the stuff on the car, only the babies are needed."

  "Yes!" Zhu Baiya, almost half-dead from Nimotin's kick, was also an Alpha rank superhuman but was no match for ae warrior like Nimotin. With the ibal's and, he immediately fled the battlefield.

  Faced with the ibal's bioelectric arimotin's face ged.

  This high-voltage shock was the nemesis of 【Assassins】 like her.

  The human body's signals are transmitted electrically, so a shock causes spasms, paralysis, and muscle weakness.

  Although the special properties of energy resist and reduce damage, preventing instah from electric shock, assassins are not like warriors. A warriht just get a scratd tinue fighting, possibly even fighting harder after being stimuted by the shock.

  Assassins, who rely on agility and strength, would lose their agility and mobility if touched even once, making them easy prey.

  Moreover, she was fag a Beta rank 【Biochemist】, the ibal, capable of crippling with o, paralyzing with two, and sending to hell with three.

  "He hasn't eveher means, just his physical strength is already this formidable..."

  Nimotin grew wary.

  【Biochemists】 and 【Meics】, though fog on intelligend mental strength, could transform themselves into biochemical monsters or cybs, a practical approach.

  However, practitioners of these two demanding professions rarely heard of self-transformation.

  Let alone... to this extent.

  Beep—!

  The ibal ied himself with some unknown substance, his robe bulging with swollen muscles. He tilted his head and suddenly punched out.

  The greater the strength, the faster the explosive speed!

  Must not be grazed!

  [Nomad Military—Overclog]

  Nimotin's ned temples split, rapidly expelling blue t. The ibal's movements were pre-emptively tracked by her intelligent chip, predig all paths and impact points.

  "Your biochemical drug-fueled body 't pare to my refined physique!"

  She deftly sshed, wedging the bde between the ibal's ned shoulder, then exploded with energy, leaping into the air, stepping on his knee, spinning mid-air, and driving the other curved bde into the shoulder armap.

  Spt!

  Blood spurted!

  The ibal's scapu ierced by the bde, causing him to sink and kneel.

  Nimotin nded, her half-buried bde already twisted a.

  "Huh?"

  Nimotin was surprised.

  No matter how perfect the strike, relying solely on gravity couldn't pee the armor and hit the flesh.

  Moreover, her body seemed inexplicably ten times heavier at that moment.

  "... Oh?"

  The ibal g the figure slowly emerging from the darkness, speaking in an androgynous voice:

  "Little squirrel not hiding anymore? A wise weak animal should know to reap the bes without effort."

  The yellow-bck trench coat fpped in the wind, the lowered hood and breathing mask hiding his face, but Nimotin immediately reized him after sing his physique:

  "Sger? No—Li Aozi?"

  She was fused, looking at the amused ibal, then at Li Aozi.

  "You two—aren't together?"

  "Li Aozi?"

  The ibal tilted his head slightly, thoughtfully toug his :

  "An unpleasant name, but your maneuver just now was impressive—you increased her gravitational acceleration at the moment she fell and withdrew it just in time, otherwise, she would have been killed by my cw before nding."

  Nimotin's brain struggled to process. The tinuous use of military-grade plugins burdened her neural system, redug her ability to think:

  "You..."

  What's going on?

  Isn't he from the Red Arrow Empire?

  Isn't this Beta rank Biochemist his ally?

  Why is he helping me?

  Overclog had physically overloaded Nimotin's brain, makihoughts rigid. At this moment, Li Aozi suddenly removed his mask, revealing his handsome face:

  "I have dirt on Frost-Pted that I don't want to fall into the Empire's hands. Help me stall him for 10 minutes."

  "Dirt—why should I believe you?"

  Nimotin instinctively refuted, then paused.

  Haven't I been chasing him because he's an Empire spy with Frost-Pted's secrets?

  Now, for some reason, Li Aozi wants to deal with the ibal and proposes a cooperation—information for bat power. She thought it over and realized it didn't really matter.

  The Four Nations have always restricted high-level bat power ier Territories, especially individual strongmen who could form untrolble forces.

  Moreover, a Beta rank 【Biochemist】 could not have inated ier Territories, and the superhuman knowledge in his mind might be the Republic greatly...

  Just 10 minutes, as an Alpha rank 【Assassin】, Nimotin had already marked Li Aozi's aura.

  This way, he would never escape her trag range.

  "Run, go ahead and run."

  Nimotin sneered.

  Li Aozi tossed her a 'Zunisidin' capsule. She g it. This drug ecial medie for 【Destru】 energy practitioners, life-saving in critical moments, and tightly trolled by the Four Nations.

  "I'll support you in 10 minutes," Li Aozi said, turning to run. "Don't die before then."

  He seemed sincere—Nimotin decided.

  It was a win-win; the Zunisidin wasn't cheap and could be a lifesaver.

  As for the ibal—deal with him first.

  Bang!

  Nimotin suddenly sprang forward, raising her bdes to attack the ibal.

  "Foolish."

  The ibal spat out ptuously:

  "Relying oernal objects only makes you dull and weak."

  Crackle—

  Blue bioelectric arcs erupted from the ibal's palm, f Nimotin to retreat instantly.

  His facepte opened, revealing a forked tongue like a reptile's.

  "You've lost, agent. Not because you're weaker, but because..."

  The ibal said calmly as two drical isters popped out from his back.

  "... I'm a stist."

  Hiss—

  The isters fell to the ground, instantly bursting open. The dark green gas spread rapidly in the wind, corrodial and shrinking flesh.

  FAL