Apocalyptic Rebirth: With a repairman system space, she rises again.-Chapter 638: Control Over the Exo suits.

Sunshine did not respond. She leaned against the hammer, with an amused smile on her face. Greg and his friends had really miscalculated if they thought that a few suits and dragonoids were all it was going to take to bring down Fortress four.

Even if she died here, Hades would simply lock down every town, aside from Ferry Island. These people should have been more patient.

Greg lay on the ground, his exo-suit sparking and hissing from the impact of the hammer. He groaned, trying to push himself up. His face was twisted with a mix of pain and pure arrogance.

"You think a little hit like that stops this suit?" Greg pulled back his helmet and spat, a bit of blood trickling from his lip. "I always wondered how you were able to make that thing crash anything except for this suit. Once I figure out the technology behind the hammer and the suit, Walden’s army will be unstoppable."

Sunshine looked bored. She reached up to her ear and scratched it with a small smirk. "Hey, System? You there?"

[Yes, Host.] The digital voice rang out, clear as a bell.

"Be a sweetheart and disengage Greg’s suit, would you? Him and all the other suits on the wrong bodies. Pull back their helmets so that Elio can put a bullet between their eyes."

[Processing... Manual override confirmed. Disengaging exo-suit power now.]

Suddenly, the glowing blue lights on Greg’s suit flickered once, twice, and then went pitch black. The loud hiss of the hydraulic pistons died into a pathetic wheeze. It was not just him but the two mercenaries by his side as well.

They had been flying with ease, and suddenly, they crashed to the ground.

Greg froze. He tried to move his arm, but the suit was now just three hundred pounds of dead metal pinning him to the dirt.

"What... what happened? What did you do?" Greg stammered, his eyes wide with sudden terror.

"Oh Greg, there was one tiny Chapter I left out of the suit manuals I gave out." Sunshine said, stepping closer. "I have the master control for every piece of tech I build. You didn’t think I’d give you a tank without keeping the keys, did you?"

She pulled a dart rifle from her belt. Greg laughed nervously, looking back at the mercenaries who had collapsed behind him. "She’s kidding! It’s a bluff! This thing will be up and running in no time."

Phut!

Sunshine didn’t hesitate. She squeezed the trigger. The dart hissed through the air and punched straight through the side of Greg’s neck. His eyes rolled back into his head, and he started losing motor function, pinned inside a metal coffin of his own choosing.

Elio walked to the two mercenaries and shot them dead.

Then, everything around them went silent for a moment. Even the Fortress Four troops were staring at Sunshine with their mouths open.

"So," Major Elio whispered, looking down at his own armored sleeves. "You can just... turn us off?"

More mercenaries poured out from the building. Now that Greg was dead, someone else had to speak for the Walden’s.

Nimo stepped forward, her metallic claws sliding out from her fingertips. She didn’t seem bothered at all; she was just hungry for the fight.

"Who’s next?" she shouted, her eyes darting between the mercenaries. "I’ve been itching for a reason to use these!"

The mercenaries shifted, their hands tightening on their weapons. One of the high-ranking men_ a tall, scarred soldier with a cold gaze_ held up a hand, signaling his men to stand down for a moment. He took two slow steps forward, his boots crunching on the gravel.

"We can talk about this," he said, his voice deep and calm. "I am Commander Telami. I actually represent Mr. Walden, unlike Greg who was a traitor to your fortress."

"Talk fast, we have a lot of itchy fingers over here." Sunshine warned.

Telami ignored the threat. "Mr. Walden is a fair man. He has no desire to hurt the residents of Ferry Island or the entire fortress four. He is perfectly happy to maintain the status quo. There is only one small change required, he will be the supreme leader of this region. You, your fortress, and your people will simply be under his command. It’s the safest way for everyone to survive these dark times. No one has to get hurt."

The Fortress Four squads burst out laughing.

O’Toole actually doubled over, slapping his knee. "Under him? That is gross."

"Supreme leader my ass." Nimo said.

Sunshine didn’t laugh, though. She was curious. Why would a man with such a small territory think he could demand the surrender of the most powerful fortress in the region? Did he have a hidden ace?

"We can’t do that," Sunshine said, her voice dropping the humor. "Go back and tell Mark Walden that his offer is insulting. And while you’re at it, get off my land. The only reason I haven’t turned this place into a graveyard is because my people were found alive. Consider this your one and only mercy."

Commander Telami didn’t move. He didn’t even blink. "We cannot do that. And more importantly, we cannot let you leave."

Behind Telami, the mercenaries began to change. These weren’t just hired guns, they were superhumans. And they were powerful. Those who had been hiding inside in exo suits had long pulled themselves out of them.

One man’s hands began to glow with a violent red light, and the air around him started to shimmer with heat. A woman stepped forward, and a miniature cyclone began to swirl around her feet, picking up rocks and debris. A third man’s skin turned to a dull, metallic grey, his muscles bulging until they threatened to rip his uniform.

[Warning, Host,] the System sent an alert [Enemy abilities are being amplified by a Prime Core signature. Their power levels are 40% higher than standard superhuman ratings.]

Sunshine’s eyes narrowed. "I see, that is a lot of prime core."

So that was it. The Walden’s had found a way to tap into the Prime Core, just like she had. No wonder they were so arrogant. They thought they had the ultimate cheat code.

"Will you surrender?" Telami asked, as a wall of fire erupted behind him.

"We will take option B," Sunshine replied. She didn’t wait for them to throw the first fireball. She knew that in a fair fight, the Prime Core powers would cause too much damage to the buildings and the civilians hiding inside. Her people had small prime core stones, these ones seemed to have more than a small pearl. She needed a messy, unfair win. 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝘦𝓌𝑒𝑏𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝘭.𝒸𝘰𝑚

And, she needed every bit of prime core they had on their bodies.

"Leah! Now! Spread the dust bombs!" Sunshine screamed.