Chapter Twenty-Seven
After putting on his tactical suit and vest, Erik stuffed his pockets and pouches with fresh magazines. He might not be able to use his TR-7, but assuming he wasn’t having to take on exos or yaoguai, a pistol would be fine.
Konig’s little bots were more a nuisance than a serious threat, and it was clear the man hadn’t shown up expecting serious opposition like two ex-cops looking for trouble.
Jia put her stun pistol and slugthrower into her belt holsters. She’d gotten into her tactical suit in record time.
“I don’t think sitting around here and waiting is a good plan.” Jia clipped her gun flap. “I’m regretting not smuggling in grenades.”
“We might get lucky, and hotel security will tag him for us.” Erik was finishing his own change of clothes. “Based on the situat
