The massive hammer swung with great force, creating a whooshing sound as it came crashing down, headed straight for Sam!
Sam's pupils dilated, and he took a step back to create distance, then suddenly leaned to the side, perfectly avoiding the hammer's strike.
Seeing Sam dodge, the scar-faced man, fearing a gunshot, roared and swung the hammer down towards Sam on the ground!
But just as he raised his hand, a metal gauntlet came whistling through the air, striking his face with brutal force!
With a loud bang, the scar-faced man was dazed and disoriented, In the next moment, Sam threw another punch, his hand encased in a thick, heavy steel gauntlet, resembling the claw of a fierce beast, filled with a mechanical aura, striking fiercely!
"Ahh—!!!"
Scar-face screamed in agony, hammered to the ground, Sam stepped on his wrist, bent down, and clenched his fist!
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Punch after punch, ruthless and heavy!
The steel gauntlet, though designed to protect against bullets, was still made of iron and was no joke when hitting flesh.
Sam was ferocious, breathing heavily, even the oxygen tank inside his armor automatically activated, spewing out oxygen for him to breathe.
Smash! Smash! Smash!
With each punch, crushing eyeballs, shattering skulls, scar-face had now turned into a "bloody mush face," unable to even scream, his mask stained red with blood that spurted out.
Bang!
With the final punch, Sam felt somewhat drained, suddenly came to his senses, and stopped.
Looking at scar-face...
He was long dead.
"I..."
Sam felt something was off about himself, trying to calm down.
Clearly, he had been excessively brutal, brutally killing a person, which was starkly different from his usual steadiness and calm!
In his previous life, Sam was considered a "model child" , studying hard through cold winters, attending a prestigious high school, joining a renowned company, While others were playing, he was advancing his knowledge, studying tirelessly, While others were dating and having fun, he was broadening his knowledge and expanding his interests, While others were traveling and being the "next wave," he was developing software, writing code.
A life of toil, devoid of joy.
Finally, Having barely risen from an ordinary person to a top-notch expert, He was killed...
In a daze, Sam's soul seemed to return to his previous life, witnessing his seemingly successful yet ultimately failed.
"This life... is different."
"Even if I had to face a catastrophe right after crossing over, I would never despair!"
"I will be selfish and self-serving, never to repeat the same mistakes!"
Sam snapped back to reality, kicking the corpse of scar-face away.
Then, he prepared to check the other bodies, to prevent anyone from feigning death to escape.
One...
Two...
Three...
Six...
As Sam was checking the seventh person, that "corpse" suddenly opened its eyes, revealing a mad gaze!
He raised a gun!
"Hmph! Pretending to be dead!"
Sam sneered, not even bothering to dodge.
It had already been proven that his armor could withstand the shotgun fire from seven or eight people, What could a single person's shotgun do?
However...
The man didn't fire at Sam, but at a large box behind a Molotov cocktail!
Bang!
Sparks flew, Molotov cocktails broke one by one, The box was smashed open, revealing bags of something that looked like fertilizer.
Bang—!
Countless dust particles shot into the air, spreading throughout the warehouse, The Molotov cocktails ignited by the sparks, a tiny flame suddenly appeared!
"Dust explosion"
"Fertilizer bomb"
These two terms immediately came to Sam's mind, Right or wrong, He sprinted towards the warehouse exit!
Run!
At this moment, breathing seemed to elongate, The emerging spark was very fragile, It should have quickly faded, But due to the Molotov cocktails, the spark grew stronger!
It was at this moment, The airborne dust and the Molotov cocktails on the ground were ignited by this spark!
Exploding simultaneously!
Boom—!!!
A tremendous explosion, flames roared, spreading throughout the warehouse!
The next moment, In the midst of raging flames, a figure was "pushed" out of the warehouse by the blast, crashing hard to the ground, Then rolled several times, hitting a wall.
He was covered in the medium from the Molotov cocktails, the flames burning continuously, not extinguished by rolling on the ground.
This person was, of course, Sam.
He was nearly unconscious, lying on the ground, not wanting to move.
But the flames on his body forced him to act, Biting his tongue, The pain shot through his head, bringing him back to a semblance of alertness.
The next moment, Sam got up from the ground, grabbing the dry ice spray he had prepared earlier!
Pfft—!
White fog sprayed all over his body, In no time, the flames were extinguished.
Looking at the sea of fire in the warehouse, Sam was dazed for a while, then suddenly laughed.
The victor, Was only him.