Alonna knocked John over.
The sound of something piercing the air roared in.
A bullet tore through her coat collar, ripping through the subcutaneous armor on her back.
The depths of the wound squirmed with bright red high-tensile fibers, without much blood loss, and didn't affect her movement.
This bullet was aimed at the head, making the subcutaneous armor and bulletproof vest meaningless.
Fortunately, Alonna reacted quickly.
John moved with trepidation, beginning to survey the surroundings for a sniper position.
Numerous floating tracks were set up around the scrapyard.
Thick cables, wider than a thigh, were hanging from them, with metal hooks and electromagnet suction cups at the ends, swinging back and forth like a pulley system.
"I've found it."
Alonna replied in the voice channel.
Bam!
She had aimed for a long time before finally taking the shot.
Although "long" was relative, encompassing just a second or two, it was her least efficient kill today.
