On the open deck, hell had taken physical form!
"Ugh!"
Even Jiaolong Commando members, hardened by countless major operations, were stunned by the sight before them. The terrorists from before had indeed vanished—they had all gone two-dimensional!
Two-dimensional in the literal, physical sense!
The instant 30mm shells struck flesh, human bodies disintegrated like thin paper before the supersonic metal storm. The kinetic energy carried by the rounds ground bones into powder, high heat ignited bodily fluids and evaporated them into a crimson mist, while shattered tissue and shell fragments splashed outward in radial patterns.
Shrapnel struck torsos and instantly carbonized holes through them, while limbs were spirally torn apart and flung away by hydraulic effects.
Even grazing hits shattered internal organs and capillaries with shockwaves, leaving radiating blue-purple bruises—this was machinery's most brutal denial of life. After the steel hurricane passed, only organic wreckage deconstructed by kinetic physics remained.
Chunks of flesh, bones, and unidentifiable limb fragments soaked in rainwater, staining the cruise ship's white deck with grotesque red graffiti. The stench of blood lingered in the air, too strong for even the sea wind to disperse.
The Jiaolong Commando members stepped across hell and pressed onward. They soon found one lucky survivor who had not died, though his lower body had vanished entirely. Blood poured from his severed waist, and his intestines lay scattered across the deck.
"Ah... ugh..."
Weak groans came from his mouth. One eyeball hung from its socket, connected only by nerves, while dark red blood flowed from both ears.
The captain looked at the man in work clothes and shook his head inwardly. There was no saving him. He fired a shot into the man's head, showing a bodhisattva's mercy through thunderous means.
After ending his suffering, he glanced at his wristwatch. His pupils contracted