Boom, boom, boom...
A series of bullets came flying, but most of them were preemptively predicted by Mad Python, who zigzagged in a "Z" pattern, suddenly flashing past, splattering clumps of black mud on the grassland. The few remaining bullets sparked as they hit the hard, thick surface of the Armor, leaving spotty and dented scales.
But they didn't penetrate!
It could have been because the security personnel were too far away.
Whoosh!!!
Mad Python's steps were like springs, a crouch accumulating energy, then transforming into a gust of wind and bursting forth, rapidly approaching Warehouse No. 2's entrance.
At the entrance, three personnel wearing blue security uniforms and holding pistols were shocked out of their wits. The armored figure that had been tens of meters away a moment ago was now suddenly right in front of them! A ferocious gaping mouth with a snarling python face was advancing straight towards them!
That mouth, with its stench of raw meat...
