Chapter 1772: Raiders
Neither the guards in the Light Armored Vehicles nor those in the cargo truck had expected to be ambushed in their own parking lot.
Thick smoke, like writhing iron threadworms, humped and squirmed its way into their nostrils, ear canals, and tear glands, instantly leaving them dizzy, short of breath, and convulsing uncontrollably from head to toe.
After only two or three seconds, someone let out a "Blargh!" and vomited a great mouthful of black water, their whole face turning deathly pale in an instant.
"Hiss, hiss, hiss, hiss!"
The automated fire suppression system above the parking lot sprayed out copious amounts of water mixed with disinfectant and foam.
The alarm bells began shrieking in flustered panic as well.
Yet the fire suppression and alarm systems ran for only three seconds before abruptly falling silent, as though someone had slit their throats.
The guards finally managed to put on their Gas Masks and stumbled, reeling and staggering, out of the Light Armored Vehicles and cargo truck.
When they tried to contact the outside world through their radios, they discovered that the entire parking lot was under extremely powerful Ling Magnetic Interference.
Whether from the vehicle-mounted radios or the Tactical Communicators they carried, all that came through was crackling static.
Just as they tried to raise their heads and assess the situation, savage streams of fire lashed in from all directions like burning Thorn Whips.
The guards were struck so badly that their heads spun, and they could not raise them at all.
They could not even hold their ground around the cargo truck, and could only abandon the vehicle and retreat.
Fortunately, the enemy's objective was not murder, but theft.
From the Black Mist, which rolled and writhed like a Hell Creature, emerged seven or eight raiders