If the mission was to kill Eve, then the policewoman could have unleashed the magma from both sides and simply drowned them in it, but alas, they needed her alive.
"Open fire!" The muscle-bound Group Leader had already spotted the figures of Dong Zixuan's group and roared out his command. Bullets whistled through the air like death's wails embodied in fireflies.
Boom, the cement floor beneath the survivors' feet softened first, then, like a fountain, spewed out scorching magma, forcing them back and splitting them into two groups, unable to regroup.
The orange-red magma, like a bead of water, clung to the ceiling of the tunnel before falling. A slow-reacting Newbie was directly engulfed by the magma and burned to charcoal.
"Group Leader, we're going to be wiped out." Lipstick, no longer concerned with concealing her identity, switched on her walkie-talkie and growled. In this pincer situation, she found escape impossible.
