After the grenades are over, there will definitely be a second wave of attacks, which must be pushed out, otherwise everyone will be crowded into a small space, which will be too passive.

Wu Hongfu pretended not to hear.

We don't know what kind of monster is out there, so it would be too dangerous to attack rashly.

Gu Qingqiu guessed that Wu Hongfu was unreliable, so he didn't say anything at all. Instead, he pulled out the red ghost pill and let the invisible Japanese warrior charge.

Sure enough, as soon as the grenade exploded and the smoke had not cleared, three white men in black suits and top hats filed in with Thompson submachine guns and started shooting.

Ta-ta-ta! Ta-ta-ta!

The intensive gunfire immediately created an atmosphere of death and terror.

Whoosh!

Ben Onimaru drew his sword and chopped off the head of a gunman.

Kreize made a fist with his right hand and punched it to the side, and the gunman on the left was blown away.

At the same time, Xia Hongyao teleported, cut off the neck of the gunman in the middle, then fought out and closed the door.

"You stay here!"

Lin Baici gave a warning and teleported out.

In the corridor, there was a group of more than a dozen people in black suits. Each of them held a Thompson machine gun also known as the Chicago Typewriter, and fired at Xia Hongyao.

The high ponytail dodges as if playing bullet time, rushes into the gunman, and slashes with the black-edged dagger.

Every time the sword was struck, there was a flash of lightning.

Very gorgeous!

Swish! Swish! Swish!

The stumps of limbs and arms, human heads and flesh fragments fell to the ground like ripe fruits and vegetables, and blood spattered on the walls, just like the masterpieces left by a master with his brush and ink!
Chapter completed!