And this time, there was no exception.
One of the guys seems to have combined some strange genetic abilities. Not only was he able to jump quite high and move as light as a feather, but he could also run on the exterior walls of the buildings.
What's even crazier is that as he ran, he changed color—both himself and the clothes he was wearing. He was trying his best to blend in with the architecture as if he were a part of it.
But he ran too fast, leaving cover, and was captured by Lincoln's thermal imager almost instantly. He was pierced through the heart with a single blade.
'Oh, it wasn't me.'
The survivors gave a sigh of relief, pressing on.
They had suffered heavy losses in just this short period of time.
The drones' "strafing," inflicted significant damage on them: two of them were practically riddled with bullets, and three were so seriously injured they couldn't run, only able to retaliate where they fell.