Ratatatatatatatata…
Dozens of general-purpose machine guns and seven-barreled 30mm autocannons fired at their highest rate, creating a sound akin to a fabric-tearing machine that fused into one continuous roar. Armor-piercing rounds, tracer bullets, white phosphorus incendiary bombs, and machine gun rounds built up a bullet iron curtain that was impenetrable to the wind, blocking off any possibility of the target's escape.
Whether he had already despaired of this situation or simply didn't have the time to react, the black-haired young man clad in black just stood at the center of the intersecting bullet trajectories, calmly looking ahead with his crimson eyes, his entire body devoid of any defense.
In such circumstances, even a full set of personal protective gear would be meaningless.
