Chapter 326

The steel flechettes that pelted Adam Smasher rang out like metallic hail as they struck his alloy frame. In the clash between dense armor and high-velocity piercing rounds, it was obvious who came out on top—Smasher’s plating didn’t budge. But even a point-blank tech shotgun blast wasn’t without consequences.

The synthetic flesh that clung to his face—likely kept just to simulate some trace of humanity—was now shredded. He looked like a mechanical corpse that had just clawed its way out of a grave, with scraps of rotting meat still stuck to his chrome skull.

“I’m gonna blast your fucking brains out.”