"Open fire!"
With Captain Hu’s command, the Reaper’s scythe began to swing.
At the side cabin door, the M134 six-barrel aerial cannon, already preheated, instantly erupted with a roar that made the scalp tingle.
Buzz————
That was not a gunshot; it was a prolonged screech like tearing through fabric.
With a firing rate of 600 rounds per minute, the flas from the gun barrel ford a straight fiery whip.
The dense 7.62mm full-power bullets, like a tal storm with enough energy to tear through armored vehicles, poured down rcilessly.
The rooftop cent ground instantly shattered, and the hard concrete was easily plowed open like tofu.
Debris flew, and dust rose.
Captain Hu looked at the few "ants" below, with a cruel smile on his lips.
Under such a level of firepower coverage, forget a group of the old, weak, and sick, even an armored personnel carrier could be sawed in half!
At this mont, several figures on the rooftop were racing to the line between life and death.
Just as Fang Cheng’s montum exploded, he whispered two words: "Run fast."
Without any hesitation, the mbers of the Illuminati imdiately executed the chairman’s order.
Fei Ying, after all, is an agility-type power user.
A re thirty ters’ distance was but a blink of an eye for him.
Before the machine gunner adjusted his firing direction, he slid into the safe zone at the roof entrance like a ghostly shadow, nearly sticking to the ground.
But it wasn’t so easy for the other two.
Old Chen, after all, was old and reacted a beat slower.
Fatty Hu, moreover, had lost an arm, was seriously injured, and stumbled as he ran.
Ratatatatata——
Just less than ten ters from the door, a rain of death bullets poured down in an instant, chasing them and firing at their heels.
Sparks flew, and the flying stones hit Fatty Hu’s back like shrapnel.
Though it didn’t penetrate the muscle, the pain made him stumble and fall heavily to the ground.
"Fatty!"
Seeing this at the door, Fei Ying’s eyes widened in desperation.
Without a word, he pushed off the wall with his toes, rushing back instead of retreating.
"Hold tight!"
He grabbed Old Chen by the collar and flung him brutally toward the entrance with his montum.
Old Chen drew an arc in mid-air, rolled and crawled into the stairwell.
But by the ti Fei Ying turned to grab Fatty Hu, it was already too late.
The "fiery whip" of death had already swept in front of them.
Fatty Hu’s large and burly body was too heavy, and Fei Ying’s slender arm couldn’t pull him.
Seeing the bullets landing just half a ter away from them,
The desperate feeling of being shrouded by death made the two involuntarily close their eyes.
However, the expected intense pain didn’t co.
Clink, clink, clink——
A series of dense clashes exploded in their ears, like raindrops hitting an iron plate.
They opened their eyes in astonishnt.
A figure as vast as a mountain had, at so point, blocked in front of them, taking all the bullets on for them.
It’s the chairman!
They looked at Fang Cheng with imnse joy.
His legs seed rooted in the ground, arms protecting his head and face, his body muscles bulging like rocks.
The full-power machine gun bullets that could easily shred a human body left only shallow red marks on him.
Then they bounced off like hitting a steel plate, turning into twisted scrap copper and iron scattered all over the ground.
More than that.
As Fang Cheng exhaled and shouted, planting himself firmly in a Horse Stance, a brilliant golden aura appeared on the surface of his body.
This was the Protective Gang Qi ford when one’s vital energy reached its peak.
It enveloped his body like a fiery blaze, or like the legendary Golden Bell Shield.
Amidst the hail of bullets, it radiated a divine light that was unbearable to look at.
"Why aren’t you getting out!"
Fang Cheng shouted thunderously.
Fei Ying shuddered, snapping back to reality instantly.
He gritted his teeth, using all his strength, dragging the fallen Fatty Hu, rolling and scrambling into the staircase entrance.
At this ti, the soldier manning the machine cannon on the helicopter was about to pop his eyes out.
"What... what kind of monster is this?"
Captain Hu was equally staggered.
Watching those few mice successfully scurry into the hole, it was too late to have the machine gunner adjust the angle.
What shocked him was the man still standing in the center of the hail of bullets.
Under the strong spotlight, the man posed in a standard Martial Artist Horse Stance, his figure swelling abruptly.
The once-fitting black hoodie burst into strips, revealing terrifyingly muscular muscles like steel and iron.
The lats erged like ghostly faces, chest muscles tightened like rock, and the rectus abdominis stood out clearly.
Every inch of muscle writhed violently, as if countless living serpents were hiding beneath his skin.
In just a few seconds, his body swelled by a level, transforming from an ordinary young man into a Vajra Warrior.
His defensive power advanced to another level.
The machine cannon bullets rained down like a storm, bouncing off him and sparking but not even breaking the skin.
"Horizontal Body Training? Telekinesis Shield?"
Though shocked, Captain Hu quickly regained his composure from the astonishnt.
As a special operation team leader performing tasks on the front lines often, he had seen many mutants with special abilities.
So could transform into rock, others control secret techniques of distorting space.
Just like the Bloodthorn rcenary Corps’ Big Bear, who also had abnormal muscle strength.
Though not nearly as unhard and unflappable as this man before him,
But so what?
They were currently aboard an ard helicopter, hovering over fifty ters above the rooftop.
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