Chapter Thirty-One
The cyborg stayed low as he sprinted along the counter.
Erik didn’t fire again. The disruptor rounds wouldn’t be effective if they hit something else first, and they didn’t penetrate well.
The killer leapt over the bar with his arm pointed toward Erik. Bottles rattled behind him. His new position placed him behind Erik’s and Jia’s makeshift cover.
A loud pop sounded, and the spike launched from his arm.
Erik dropped, and the projectile whizzed over his head and penetrated the overturned table. He fired twice, the staccato cracks from Jia’s stun pistol joined his shots.
The shots hit the Tin Man in his armored chest, causing him to grit his teeth as blue and white sparks played across his chest. He circled the detectives, a wicked grin growing as a new spike slid in
