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Dozens of general-purpose machine guns and 7-barrel 30mm rapid-fire cannons poured bullets at their maximum rate of fire, the noise unceasing like the sound of tearing cloth, creating an impenetrable iron curtain of armor-piercing, tracer, phosphorus incendiary bombs, and machine gun rounds—blocking off any possible escape for the target.
Whether he had fallen into despair over the situation or simply didn't have the time to react, the black-haired youth clad in black stood at the center of the intertwining trajectories of thousands of bullets. His crimson eyes calmly watched ahead, without any defense whatsoever on his person.
In such circumstances, even full personal protective equipment would have been useless.
