The entire partition made of anti-multiple plates was beaten into a sieve. Flying debris and dust splashed across the maintenance captain's cheek, leaving blood stains. A few ejected into the helmet and made a banging sound. After 2.3 seconds of strafing,

The maintenance team leader raised the muzzle of the submachine gun, and a maintenance worker holding the same gun behind him pulled the trigger and continued to pour out firepower until another hundred rounds of bullets were fired.

The maintenance team leader, who was shirtless and took off his overalls, raised his hand, and the impact drill stopped working. The whole bathroom was filled with the smell of gunpowder smoke, and white smoke was coming out of the two slightly fired muzzles, and the floor was covered tightly.

A layer of yellow bullet casings, broken flying debris, and tile fragments were left behind, and the residual temperature even caused the temperature of the entire space to rise a bit.

The submachine gun was gently placed on the ground. The maintenance team leader took out a lightweight Glock 23 from his waist and pushed open the partition door close to the sieve in a tactical manner. In fact, he could almost see through the hole.

Behind him, there was a man in black lying flat on the ground with no time to lift his pants.

"Dead?" Not far away, a maintenance worker holding a hammer drill took out a gun from his pocket and asked in a low voice.

"Not necessarily, maybe there is still breath left." The maintenance captain gently pushed open the sieve-like partition door and said calmly while looking at the man lying on the ground in a pool of blood.

"How is it possible... Even an elephant wouldn't be able to survive being shot with two hundred bullets in this situation?" the maintenance worker said in disbelief.

"Are you questioning my judgment?" the maintenance captain asked.

"Don't dare..." The maintenance worker who spoke was silent... The orders of cadres are absolute, the judgment of cadres is correct, and the power of cadres is invincible... This is the iron law of their 'hive' organization

, a small character like him who is still far away from the position of a cadre might have been directly purged just by questioning him just now.

"Only people who know hybrids... know how incredible this creature is." The maintenance captain said calmly, looking down at the man lying completely on his side in a pool of blood and curled up in front of the surging water tank.

At this moment, his eyes seemed to have heated up along with the barrel of the gun and turned into pale gold after a round of firing.

The two maintenance workers swallowed when they saw the captain's discolored eyes, but there was also some fanaticism in their eyes. This is the characteristic of cadres and the goal they strive for when they join the organization. One day they will be as capable as the captain.

Have this strong appearance!

"Did you protect the things you transported until your death?" The maintenance captain glanced at the bathroom and couldn't find what he wanted. He saw the man curling up and seemed to be hugging something, and he realized it.

"It's because you were chosen by the organization." The maintenance captain walked over, raised his gun and pointed it at the man. It wasn't that he was too cautious and he was thinking of finishing the attack, but he knew that if the man in this compartment was indeed

He is a mixed race. The subsonic bullet from the mini-submachine gun just now may not have completely killed the opponent. At least now he noticed that although the man fell in a pool of blood, there was not even a bullet hole on his exposed head. There is no such thing as a mixed race.

But the vitality is so strong that even if the brain blooms, it is possible to save it.

Suddenly, the maintenance team leader seemed to have thought of something, and his expression changed slightly.

When 200 rounds of mini-submachine guns were fired in a narrow compartment, what was the possibility that not a single bullet hit the opponent's head? He just subconsciously fired all the bullets at that crouching position, even if the opponent fell to the ground.

Plowed through by the second round of bullets.

unless...

The maintenance team leader suddenly raised the Glock and aimed it at the man's head, but at this moment, an incredible burst of bright light suddenly burst out from the man's body. It was nearly 4,000 lumens of light, instantly turning the entire toilet stall into a

Inside the blazing incandescent lamp, the two people staring intently at the man screamed in agony.

The light came and went quickly, but it was not so easy to restore sight. The three men, including the maintenance team leader, who were suddenly hit by the sudden disaster, became temporarily blind. The dazzling light made their eyes instantly turn red and shed tears of pain.

Under the influence of the gun, the two deputies who couldn't hold themselves back began to shoot wildly into the compartment, but all the bullets they fired made a shattering sound after hitting the tiles and the ground.

The maintenance captain stabilized his mentality amidst the loud gunshots in his ears. He first retreated to the corner and waited for a deep breath. His eyesight was also the first to recover. He squinted and scanned the entire bathroom, but he couldn't see the person who should have been shot to death.

The corpse's shadow was gone.

The other party dodged all the bullets? No, how is this possible? The blood on the ground proves that the other party must have been shot, and the injury was serious!

Wait, is the other party wearing a bulletproof vest?

That's not right... He clearly remembered that when he secretly observed Raymond before, this man was only wearing a black T-shirt!

Is it a bulletproof...T-shirt?

The maintenance team leader immediately felt a little ridiculous. There is no space for such a thin fabric to be sandwiched. How could it be bulletproof? What material is this bulletproof T-shirt made of?

"...It is a combination of silicon carbide porcelain plate, ceramic matrix, and four generations of hair fiber composite laminates. It is still an imitation of Armani's summer fashion. It has never been seen in the world, you idiot!" It seemed to be read out.

The maintenance captain's voice echoed outside the restroom, a breathless man's voice. That man was Raymond. He was leaning against the wall outside the restroom, gasping for air. His left arm was bleeding, and he had T-shirts on his body.

At the very least, the shirt is embedded with dozens of deformed subsonic warheads.

"...You must have never seen the world. If it hadn't been for this mission, I wouldn't have seen it... Ouch, it fucking hurts me." Raymond glanced down at the warhead on his T-shirt, and then teased it.

When he got up and looked at his body which was covered in bruises, his face was full of pain. Even if he was hit by a bulletproof vest at this distance, it would feel the same as being shot.

But what is more serious than these injuries are the two bloody holes on his left forearm and upper arm. A subsonic bullet at this distance can penetrate his body directly even if it penetrates a partition door with sufficient strength. After all, he

He is not a mixed race with outstanding physical body.

"But there's something even worse coming soon that you haven't seen before... You bitch! Lower your head!" Putting down his T-shirt, Raymond shouted angrily into the bathroom.

The maintenance captain's face suddenly twitched, and he lowered his head as if he noticed something. He found that a black mobile phone had been left at the feet of his two team members at some point, and a blood-red tree appeared on the screen of the mobile phone.

A half-decayed tree, with a countdown at the bottom. When his eyes fell on the screen, the countdown happened to reach 0:0:0.

He opened his mouth for a moment as if he was going to shout and sing something, but unfortunately it was too late to do anything he wanted to do.

The door of the bathroom shattered with a bang, and a large cloud of gunpowder smoke and debris rushed out. Like a mud dragon, it rushed directly through the aisle outside and shattered the glass of the guardrail on the second floor of Area B. There were a few screams and glass on the ground floor.

Liao Liao rose to the sky. The entire South Railway Station was awakened by this huge explosion.

"This is the first time I'm so damn grateful to those bomb maniacs in the equipment department!" Beside the falling smoke, Raymond, who was using the wall as a cover, covered his arms and walked away, gritting his teeth.
Chapter completed!