The piercing shriek tore through the gray-green fog. After a dull thud, a lump of shadow crashed onto a pile of concrete.
The nearby players immediately aimed their guns at the black mass.
However, before he could make out what it was, he heard a booming explosion. The black mass instantly shattered into pieces, spraying black slime and charred chunks of flesh everywhere.
The stench smeared itself across his gas mask.
The player ducked aside and cursed.
"Fuck!"
"Suicide Bomber!"
Luckily, it had landed far enough away that there were no casualties.
But just then, that miserable screech rang out again. More than a dozen black shadows arced through the thick fog and smashed toward the players' position.
Explosions rang out one after another. Gray-green clouds flashed across the position as black slime and chunks of flesh splattered everywhere.
The damage was not high, the blast radius was small, and their aim was terrible, but once there were enough of them, they still caused the players plenty of trouble.
One player was blown to death on the spot, while four others were injured to varying degrees.
Battlefield Atmosphere Team was stunned and blurted out.
"Holy shit! Are they throwing Suicide Bombers like grenades?!"
Those things had to weigh at least twenty or thirty kilograms, right?!
To throw something that far, their arms had to be ridiculously strong!
Commander Fountain made an immediate decision and gave the order.
"Squad A, take cover!"
"Squad B, fire high-explosive rounds!"
A series of sharp reports erupted from the position on the left.
Twelve 20mm high-explosive rounds punched into the gray-green fog, bursting into orange-yellow flashes.
They had no visibility, but they could still predict the trajectory well enough.
The attack seemed to have worked. The number of Suicide Bombers flying through the air was