All of this happened in an extremely short span of time, from the figure in Optical Camouflage stepping out from the right side of the rock, to the dense crowd of figures behind him emerging at the same time.
Then the leading figure turned to look at the fat and thin men who had originally been hiding behind the rock. The whole process had taken barely a dozen seconds.
But the moment that figure turned around, the two men behind the rock had already prepared themselves.
The Wide Fat Man pulled two iron hammers from behind his waist. Spinning like a gigantic bowling ball, he crashed straight into the crowd.
These people—or rather, these soldiers—wore identical uniforms and Exoskeleton Armor. Their reactions were incredibly fast, and they almost instantly raised their Gauss Rifles at the Wide Fat Man.
But before they could react, the Wide Fat Man sent them flying like slender bowling pins, scattering and toppling them as they lost their balance.
At that moment, the leading figure raised his eyes and looked at the Wide Fat Man crashing through the crowd and gradually closing in on him. He crouched down and reached toward his pant leg.
He was not wearing Exoskeleton Armor, but his movements were swift. His Physical Fitness had clearly far surpassed that of an ordinary person.
Yet the instant he crouched, a thin Black Shadow emerged from the darkness, clutching a slender spike with a blood groove as it stabbed toward his neck from behind.
The crouching leader glanced at the darkened, mirror-like surface of his wristband.
Through that surface, he vaguely saw a moving figure in the dim night behind him.
Just as the spike was about to descend, he sprang up suddenly, raised one leg high, and spun like a standing compass. A