Global Shelter Game

Chapter 86: Chapter 85: One-sided Steamroll

Seeing the distant power armor react so quickly, Black Wind’s heart went cold. However, he was already committed and couldn’t turn back.

He could only hope that at least one or two rockets would hit their target.

Black Wind roared into his radio:

"Charge! Get the guy in the blue exoskeleton!"

The massive explosions kicked up clouds of smoke and dust, forming a smokescreen between the two sides and obscuring their vision.

The members of the Black Wind Raiding Group rapidly approached the temporary camp. Amas immediately entered a combat stance as a light machine gun rose from the shoulder of his armor.

Amas commanded:

"Light machine gun, activate targeting assistance. All targets not registered in the facial recognition database are hostile."

The artificial intelligence within the power armor immediately responded:

"Targeting assistance activated."

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As the shoulder-mounted light machine gun activated, compartments in the thigh armor slid open, and Amas immediately drew two automatic rifles.

The members of the Black Wind Raiding Group had no idea what kind of firepower they were about to face.

In their minds, although power armor was strong, it was still operated by a single person, meaning its firepower and endurance had to be limited.

However, they had underestimated the combat capability of power armor, especially when it was fully armed.

The still clouds of smoke and dust suddenly began to swirl.

Amas narrowed his eyes, slowly raising the rifles.

The next moment, three figures on motorcycles burst out of the smoke.

Without a moment’s hesitation, Amas pulled the triggers.

He didn’t use full-auto, opting for more precise burst fire instead.

After all, he still didn’t know the enemy’s exact numbers.

The modified motorcycles were extremely fast, but with the power armor’s assistance, Amas’s aim was just as precise.

The muzzle flash of the light machine gun flickered in the dust, accompanied by the crack of the automatic rifles’ burst fire, creating a unique symphony of battle.

Hearing the gunfire, these hardened raiders immediately began taking evasive action.

"Spread out! Spread out!" a member of the Black Wind Raiding Group yelled, trying to evade Amas’s attacks by scattering.

However, this tried-and-true tactic was now facing its worst nightmare.

This strategy of weaving and scattering was indeed very effective against the average wasteland gunslinger.

After all, most wasteland gunslingers used handmade pipe rifles, and the rifling in many of them was severely worn from prolonged use.

They were somewhat accurate at close range, but their precision dropped off sharply beyond a certain distance.

Against motorcycles moving at full speed and weaving erratically, the chances of those already inaccurate firearms landing a hit were drastically reduced.

However, they had forgotten.

They weren’t facing some ordinary wasteland gunslinger. They were up against a powerful suit of pre-Cataclysm power armor, armed with high-precision assault rifles manufactured with advanced machine tools.

With the suit’s targeting assistance system in the mix, their serpentine maneuvers were utterly laughable.

The machine gun and rifles spat fire simultaneously. In an instant, the two modified motorcycles closest to Amas were riddled with holes. The steel plates bolted onto them were pierced as easily as wooden planks under the barrage of machine gun fire.

The riders on the motorcycles fared no better than their mounts. A few cries of shock escaped their lips.

Bursts of blood bloomed on the riders’ bodies. Amas hadn’t bothered aiming for vital spots like the head.

At this range, the sheer kinetic energy of the 5.8mm rounds meant any hit would instantly neutralize a target. It didn’t matter where the bullets landed.

The three motorcycles and their six riders were taken out the instant they appeared, lasting less than ten seconds in total.

Just as Amas breathed a small sigh of relief, another six motorcycles burst out of the smoke.

Although the members of the Black Wind Raiding Group noticed the power armor seemed largely undamaged the moment they burst from the smoke, it was too late.

However, with less than 50 meters now separating them, anyone who tried to run would just become a sitting duck.

The men of the Black Wind Raiding Group were seasoned veterans; they knew this was a do-or-die moment.

They raised their guns, aimed at the distant black power armor, and began unleashing a hail of bullets.

Amas was completely unconcerned by the enemy’s attack, not even bothering to activate his smart-evasion system.

The power armor was constructed from pre-Cataclysm, aerospace-grade titanium alloy. Nothing short of an armor-piercing round from a sniper or heavy-caliber rifle could hope to penetrate it.

Even when the handmade bullets found their mark, they merely scratched the coating on the titanium plating, causing no substantive damage to the power armor.

In contrast, a few casual bursts from Amas sent another two riders and their motorcycle tumbling to the ground in a cloud of dust.

The machine gun on the power armor’s shoulder spat fire, taking out another two motorcycles in a heartbeat.

A member of the Black Wind Raiding Group suddenly stood up on his motorcycle.

"Die, you monster!"

The words had barely left his mouth when he hurled a bundle of explosives.

However, the explosives had barely left the raider’s hands.

The two rifles in Amas’s hands instantly spat fire, spraying a continuous stream of bullets that riddled the explosives in mid-air.

BOOM! The explosives were detonated prematurely.

The massive blast bloomed in mid-air, a dazzling fireball that engulfed the courageous raider and his motorcycle.

The shockwave sent another nearby motorcycle tumbling.

The shockwave from the explosion spread outwards, kicking up dust and debris.

Seeing the fireball so close, Amas was genuinely startled.

’That explosive was more powerful than I expected.’

’My power armor might be bulletproof, but a blast of that magnitude would definitely have caused some damage.’

Black Wind witnessed all of this from a distance, his expression turning grim.

’I thought we could easily take this temporary camp with the advantage of numbers and surprise. I never expected their power armor to be so powerful. It’s completely beyond my expectations.’

Black Wind took a deep breath, a ruthless glint in his eyes.

Not long ago, his Black Wind Raiding Group had gotten a tip about an abandoned shelter.

But after several days of searching, more than a dozen of his men had died in various accidents.

Although they eventually found the abandoned shelter, it was completely empty. Someone had gotten there first and cleaned the place out.

He had been ready to cut his losses and find some unlucky little merchant caravan to vent his frustrations on.

However, by a stroke of luck, they learned of the commission posted by the Academy.

’I figured we could pick up some scraps by tailing the Academy’s people. But I never imagined that we’d be so completely crushed, even when they were at their most vulnerable.’

’I could retreat now, sure. But with so many of my men dead and wounded, even if I got away, I’d just be a commander with no one left to command.’