On the rooftop of the Special Supervision and Management Bureau office building, Damon's entire body had turned to rock, using his bulky, muscular physique as a shield, silently bearing the hail of bullets coming from all directions.
As the bullet storm pounded against him, rock fragments shattered off.
"Damon, hold on for two more seconds."
Qiang Wei hid behind him, silently amassing a vast amount of steam.
The situation at the Special Supervision and Management Bureau was very tense; their direct superior had been investigated, and without instructions, they temporarily could not turn on their former colleagues, otherwise, it would escalate the situation further, and might even substantiate the accusations of collusion with the Corpse Eating Sect.
If they attacked the acting superior, that accusation would become even heavier.
Thus, they could only try to release a burst of high-temperature steam, hoping to force back the crowd.
