Ratatat-tat-tat-tat-tat...
Dozens of general-purpose machine guns and seven-barrel 30mm autocannons fired at their maximum rate, spewing bullets like a cloth-tearing machine. The sound merged into one continuous thunder, creating an impenetrable iron curtain of projectiles using armor-piercing, tracer, incendiary, and machine-gun rounds, blocking any possibility of the target's escape.
Whether out of despair for the situation or simply lacking time to react, the black-haired youth clad in black remained standing at the center of the interweaving bullet trajectories. His crimson eyes calmly watched ahead, his entire body devoid of defenses.
In such a situation, even a full set of personal protection gear would be meaningless.
