"Urgh—"
The ear-splitting roar of the machine gun came to an abrupt stop. The hulking, ferocious man's eyes bulged wide, filled with utter disbelief, as dark red blood gushed from his chest.
A bullet hole had appeared in the thick Exoskeleton armor.
And a huge bloody hole had exploded through his back!
The heavy six-barreled machine gun, along with its long ammunition belt, dropped limply to the ground with a heart-jolting clang.
This machine gunner was extraordinarily tough. Despite such grievous wounds, he did not immediately collapse. He stared fixedly at Wang Chen as Wang Chen approached, a rattling sound rising from his throat.
But he could not utter a single word.
Though his heart had been blown apart, the burly man still held his back straight, facing his powerful enemy without yielding.
He was a real man.
Wang Chen paused briefly in thought, then walked around his opponent.
He had taken only a few steps when a heavy thud came from behind him.
The road ahead could no longer be traversed by Mine Cart, so Wang Chen could only proceed on foot.
The shrill alarms continued without pause. Red lights flashed along the long passageway, and the rebels' lair was like an anthill flooded with water—those inside could no longer stay hidden.
Large numbers of armed men converged from all directions. Extremely familiar with the terrain, they easily circled behind and to the sides of Wang Chen, launching fierce attacks.
Ahead of Wang Chen, fortified defensive installations had also appeared.
Yet none of this could halt his advance. Whether the enemy fired bullets, grenades, or even rockets at him, they were all blocked by the Psionic Barrier.
They failed to harm Wang Chen in the slightest.
And whenever Wang Chen raised a hand, rebels fell in droves.
This battle,