The mercenaries guarding the container reacted quickly, raising their guns toward the corner ahead.
Bang--
With a soft sound, the youth holding a shotgun stepped out from behind the corner.
He frowned slightly as he looked at the mercenaries before him and the container behind them.
The leader standing before the container stared at the burly youth who had just emerged. "How did you get here so fast?!"
But he did not hesitate. He raised his hand. "Fire! Keep him here!"
A fierce barrage of gunfire erupted in an instant.
But the moment he heard that "order," the burly youth across from them had already appeared before them, leveling his gun.
Bang--
With a deafening blast, one of the mercenaries at the front was sent flying by a shot, crashing into the people behind him.
Bang--
Another shot followed, and blood bloomed like a flower.
The mercenaries immediately organized a counterattack. Rapid gunfire echoed through the space like dense rainfall.
Thud--
Behind the gunfire, a faint sound came from inside the container, as though something was being broken apart.
Bang--
He Ao grabbed an intact corpse that had been caught in the shotgun blast and used it as a shield, sending another mercenary flying with a shot.
He pulled the trigger again, but only a crisp click sounded. The ammunition was gone.
He glanced at several mangled corpses on the ground. Getting hit by a powerful shotgun at close range was not pleasant.
He raised his head and looked at the remaining figures.
There had not been many people left in this mercenary squad to begin with—only a dozen or so. Now, only half remained.
The Folding Knife glowing with a faint, eerie light unfolded in his hand as he looked at the leader standing at the rear.
Their gazes