At Qiu Tu's command, teams of Political Department Action Division agents emerged from nearby homes, numbering roughly six or seven hundred in total.
Led by Qiu Tu and the Five Elders' trusted aides, they carried pistols and machine guns, marched in orderly ranks, and closed in on the blast site in wave after wave.
These were the true core forces Qiu Tu had gained control over after several expansions of his power—men he could command freely and trust completely.
At the blast site, the smoke had yet to clear. After one round of explosions and several bursts of machine-gun fire, all nineteen members of the Alliance Special Operations Team had suffered injuries of varying severity.
Even Second Order Calamity Descendants had been left torn and battered, covered in soot and dust after that string of attacks.
Thus, when they saw hundreds of armed Political Department agents closing in, every one of them wore a grave expression.
Still, the physical abilities and Calamity Abilities of Calamity Descendants far surpassed those of ordinary people. The near-urban combat environment also favored small-team operations. So although their faces looked grim, they were not truly afraid.
The four Second Order Calamity Descendants exchanged glances and gave slight nods. They could all see the same resolve in each other's eyes: break through!
Once the plan was set, the Yellow Teeth Old Man shrank his body and swung a hand sharply through the air, forcibly transferring himself and the five Special Operations Team members behind him to the rear of the encircling Political Department agents!
This sudden development clearly threw the Political Department agents' formation into disarray!
Taking advantage of the brief chaos in their ranks, the Yellow Teeth Old Man threw back his head and laughed wildly. "Take them out!"
Then he took the lead and