Black Rasha originally thought that he could charge through the hail of bullets and break out of this place. With his ability and explosive power, he was sure he could catch them off guard.
Moreover, he had grabbed his companion’s corpse as a shield!
He couldn’t believe that in such a fiercely gun-blazing battlefield, the Wildfire Gang could react in time to fire at him!
But he regretted it in just one second as an overwhelming amount of firepower poured down on him.
The members of the Wildfire Gang had initially been firing in controlled bursts, shooting rhythmically to aim better and reap lives more efficiently.
Similarly, over 100 rifles firing in controlled bursts could also form a dense web of fire to suppress and dominate.
However, as soon as he started to flee, that rhythmic burst fire instantly turned into a cacophony of full-auto gunfire.
Black Rasha felt the two corpses he held in front of him shuddering continuously.
It wasn’t that the two corpses were still alive; it was the kinetic impact from the bullets hitting the flesh.
He felt a lightness, looked down, and saw that the two corpses he had grabbed by the neck were cut in half.
A barrage of bullets had hit their waists, completely tearing the corpses apart.
Flesh is so fragile against metal.
The next second, countless bullets pierced into his own body.
After becoming part of the Flesh and Blood Calamity, one can clearly sense the changes in their body’s flesh and blood.
They gain a greater ability to control flesh and muscle.
Thus, Black Rasha could feel bullets piercing through his arms, calves, thighs, abdomen, and chest.
He felt three bullets entering his lungs, his liver shattered to pieces by bullets.
The Flesh and Blood Calamity strengthens the body. Even at its first stage, an enhanced body might not be slashed open by a strong adult swinging a machete.
It might even resist bullets to some extent.
But only if, like a person ready to unleash energy, all their muscles are tensed up.
As long as you hold your breath, the bullet might, at most, penetrate to the bullet tip’s depth.
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His defenses shattered within three seconds, his body pierced by countless bullets, truly turning him into a sieve.
Black Rasha, spitting blood, looked down at his riddled body, his mouth filling with blood and fragments of his organs.
He could clearly feel every bullet that pierced into his body.
For a regular person, when they’re on the verge of death from gunfire, the moment the bullet enters the body, adrenaline will surge through them, making the first sensation not pain but numbness.
The Flesh and Blood Calamity amplifies this feeling, allowing Black Rasha to sense the invasion of each bullet even now.
Feeling life ebbing away bit by bit under the onslaught of bullets.
Firearms, even in this apocalypse with supernatural abilities, still reign supreme worldwide.
Even Xia Na, when faced with hundreds armed with automatic rifles shooting at her, would have to flee!
On the battlefield, Bucher acted like an ostrich, his head pressed firmly into the ground, arms wrapped around his head, body trembling as if about to collapse.
Bucher could feel a shadow of death looming over him.
Lying on the ground, he had no idea how much time had passed; each second felt like a year, fearing any moment a foreign object would penetrate his body, bringing pain and death.
He was terrified that in the next moment a bullet would drill into him, snatching away his life.
Until the gunfire ceased, Bucher still didn’t know how long it had been.
He could only smell a strong scent of gunpowder, mingling with the scent of blood, filling the air.
Hesitating and waiting for dozens of seconds with no more gunfire, he fearfully lifted his head.
His previously arrogant face was now nothing but sheer terror, tears streaming down his cheeks, leaving him in a wretched state.
The mix of dirt and tears smeared on his face took away any semblance of the dignity of an underground leader.
Leaving only a scared-to-death ugly duckling.
Bucher suddenly heard footsteps behind him, and, like a terrified chick, turned around in horror, only to see members of the Wildfire Gang with guns, walking towards him across countless corpses.
The members he once treated like dogs had no respect or fear in their eyes as they looked at him now, only calmness.
Many members of the Wildfire Gang felt a wave of relief.
In their minds, Bucher, once revered as a mighty dog king, was now so pathetic, crying under the threat of gunfire, with his pants soaked through.
As the crowd dispersed.
Bucher saw a man walking slowly towards him, a red-eyed crow perched on his shoulder.
The fat catfish mocked from behind, "Oh, look who it is! Isn’t it our esteemed underground godfather, Mr. Bucher? You’re in such fine form now, more stylish than my waste after three days of constipation!"
Chen Che’s lips curled into a smile as he looked at Bucher and said, "Thanks to you, the gangs of the Upper City District do indeed need a cleaning. Without you, I’d still have to go and hunt them down one by one."