Chapter 682

The roar of the Malorian Arms 3516 shattered the night, proof that even half a century later, this legendary firearm still stood at the peak of weapons design.

The instant Karl pulled the trigger, the savage recoil rattled even his cybernetic arm, the muzzle flash briefly illuminating the sharp planes of his face.

A brass shell spun out, while the round itself ripped through the air so fast it seemed to tear reality, carving a lethal trajectory through the cold night, aimed dead at the ACPA’s head.