The Tyrant's strength was immense; one punch on the metal equipment produced a deep dent, with dust shaking off.
Susan trembled with fear and nearly cried out, but Tang Zheng quickly covered her mouth.
"Quiet, hide here, don't move." Tang Zheng certainly didn't want the woman to give away their position. He put down his backpack and took only the ammo clip loaded with biochemical bullets and the hand grenade No. 3 with him.
Susan reached out to pull him back, but unfortunately could only catch a piece of his clothing. She was scared, really didn't want to be separated from him, and curled up into a ball.
The Tyrant was heavily injured, having lost an arm, and not a single part of its skin was unscathed. One-third of its heart, exposed at its chest, had been ruptured, and some of the muscle on its left thigh was blasted away, revealing the bone underneath.
