Bullets fell like rain, explosions echoed, and endless murderous intent perated the night sky. The whole slum seed to boil over, houses collapsing, and screams following in succession. Ghost Hand and others threw button bombs everywhere, seeing the enemy rushing up, they charged forward without hesitation, each like predatory tigers, their feet swift as the wind, chased the team that was advancing ahead.
The Pot Lid Heads at the back saw their target was running and naturally dared not lag behind, rushing out of cover to charge up the street, their guns firing wildly. Bullets chased Ghost Hand and the others' heels, pushing everyone to move even faster. In the face of life and death, unprecedented potential exploded forth from them.
"Boom, boom, boom!" Suddenly, a series of dense, massive explosions erupted. The button bombs exploded, blossoming countless terrifying lights, devouring surrounding lives. This ti, Ghost Hand and others threw dozens, almost all exploded simultaneously, the powerful shockwave rattled the nearby houses, burying the bombed corpses, and collapsed the house walls blocking the pursuers' route.
Ghost Hand and others successfully rushed forward, caught up with the team, charged to the front again, and saw the frequency of throwing button bombs reduced, estimating only a few left, they roared in fury: "Breaking through is victory, destroy the weapons, throw all the remaining bombs out for , charge, and kill!"
"Kill!" Everyone shouted excitedly, charging forward. Those with guns quickly stopped to fire and then caught up with the team. Seeing anyone injured, they hurried up to help, fiercely carved a bloody path through, and broke through the enemy's layers of blockades, stord out of the slum, a bright sight before them.
Ahead was the highway, crowded with police, patrol cars flashing red light illuminating the surroundings. Police were surrounded by many alerted citizens, a safety line drawn. The police could not believe Ghost Hand and the others had broken through, shocked, and rushed to surround them. Upon seeing Ghost Hand and the others fierce and nacing, their expressions changed drastically and retreated, where had the police seen such fierce people?
"Brothers, charge ahead, no one may act." Ghost Hand shouted coldly, his words carrying endless humiliation and unwillingness, but for the life of his brothers, Ghost Hand chose to bear this humiliation. Seeing so hesitate and not move, understanding the thought process behind it—who among the esteed National Blade Soldier King wants to surrender? He hurriedly pushed a few and shouted anxiously, "Brothers, don't hesitate, please go, do it for ?"
"All charge, temporarily surrender for better living to kill the enemy, this is my order, and Ghost's order, the Squad Leader also gave this order from the superior commander, have you forgotten?" Snow Leopard saw the dissenting sentint among the brothers and quickly urged everyone to move forward.
Everyone, hearing it was an order, beca sowhat clear-headed, no longer hesitated, rushed up. The police saw them rushing fiercely, panicked, retreated, pulled out guns to aim, routinely shouted, "Police, raise your hands."
Ghost Hand heard the police shouting, coldly laughed, motioned everyone to stop, and indeed everyone got tired of running, promptly halted, sat on the ground not moving. A large number of police surrounded them, encircled them. Ghost Hand looked up at the night sky, the moon sohow erged, bright as a jade plate, softly murmured, "Brother, our lives depend on you now, you must escape, or we are all dood."
Then, a large military force rushed up, seeing Ghost Hand and the others surrendered, firing or not firing, so hesitated, removing any intention to fire. The Pot Lid Head Special Warfare Group mbers rushed up, faces dark, fifty against ten-odd, not only letting ten-odd charge out but also suffered significant losses, this was an intolerable disgrace.
Pot Lid Head Special Warfare Group charged up, seeing Ghost Hand and the others sitting on the ground surrendering, furious and howling, shooting resistors disgraces one's identity, yet comrades' deaths vividly rembered. Soone angrily attempted to fire, imdiately an officer raised the muzzle, bullets fired into the sky.
If there were no outsiders here, killing would just be killing, but all around were police, many citizens too. The enemy had surrendered, shooting them would leave evidence, unleashing endless trouble, soldiers may disregard everything, officers have to weigh more considerations.
"Damn." Pot Lid Head Special Warfare Group saw officers preventing shooting, faces turned icy-cold, they charged, unleashed a violent beating on Ghost Hand and the others. Soone went further, angrily shouted, "Get up and fight, you bunch of cowards, dare pick up your weapons."
Picking up weapons ant counterattack, enabling imdiate shooting, of course, Ghost Hand and others understood this, having chosen temporary surrender and destroyed all weapons, they naturally would not resist. Hugging their heads, they curled up silently enduring enemy beatings, burying endless humiliation and anger deep within.
Ghost Hand also hugged his head, allowing the enemy to punch and kick. Endless humiliation surged, first tasting the flavor of surrender was exceedingly discomforting. Rather die, yet as an officer, Ghost Hand can die by himself but cannot let all brothers accompany him to the grave.
"Ah—!" One brother could no longer withstand the humiliation, roared, crawled up to resist but t a hard rifle butt. This friend was hit, knocked down, passed out, Pot Lid Head Special Warfare Group showed no rcy, continued the fierce beating.
Ghost Hand saw, his expression changed drastically, if beaten further, he would die. He pounced forward, shielding the unconscious brother beneath, protecting him tightly, allowing Pot Lid Head Special Warfare Group fists and feet to strike his own body. The fists and feet were mighty, using rifles to smash, Ghost Hand after a few blows fainted.
These Pot Lid Head Special Warfare Group did not show any intention of letting anyone go, since they could not shoot, they might as well secretly beat them to death, everyone embracing this idea, striking harder, fortunately, people knew how to protect themselves, hugging heads, bending bodies, fully tensed, ceaselessly rolling to dodge attacks.
Now, police also sward forward, watching with astonishnt, looked towards the leading police officer, in the police's eyes, suspects surrendered and should no longer be beaten. Police leader's face was terribly ugly; one side is the military the other side procedure of law, if anyone got beaten to death, showing ineffective enforcent, he could face losing his position, angrily stepped up calling, "Stop fighting, or there'll be fatalities."
Only, Pot Lid Head Special Warfare Group were furious, where would they care for police remarks? Continued the beating, striking harder, more crazily.
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