"BOOM!"
A face-sized hole formed as the shell penetrated through the cement wall.
Two grenades exploded in a narrow corridor.
The five police power armors that rushed into the stairs were caught off guard by the sudden attack.
The tumbling heatwave smashed the flower pot, sending wood chips, mud, and shrapnel flying, leaving countless scratch marks against the steel armor.
However, a power armor was still a power armor, and it was unrealistic to think grenades could eliminate the well-trained militia. They tumbled behind cover and the five P-type power armors pulled out their tactical rifles and pointed to the opposite side of the corridor.
"This is Team A, we have encountered the target."
"Approved for firing, take him out," Ding Liwei ordered viciously.
"Roger!"
"Is this really a good idea?" Wan Peng asked.
