Major Tao's body trembled twice with the explosion overhead. Then, bracing himself against the smoke and dust swirling through the air, he squinted upward. An explosion of that scale more or less proved that not only the room he had used to escape, but also the original executive suite and the hallway between the two rooms, had all been thoroughly bombarded by Suicide Drones.
That lunatic Tang Li—who knew what had happened to him? Maybe he had already been blown to pieces?
The thought flashed through his mind, but Major Tao had no time to care. He knew that once they made a move over there, they would not merely be setting off a few "firecrackers." He wanted to get farther away from this deadly area. Yet before he could make another move, a shrill buzzing sounded out. At least five drones pierced through the flaming storm and entered his field of vision.
Major Tao choked on a mouthful of dust and ash. His scalp went numb, while his body stiffened.
At that moment, the phone he had left on speaker unexpectedly transmitted an impatient reply, mingled with the clattering sound of mahjong tiles.
"Hello? Little Eight?"
Major Tao opened his mouth, but for a moment, he was too winded to speak.
By now, the Killer Bee Swarm overhead had clearly spotted him and the hulking man nearby and was adjusting its posture. Major Tao's eyes nearly split open. He knew full well that against Suicide Drones moving at nearly a hundred meters per second, with nothing beneath his feet, there was no way he could evade them. He could only place all his hopes on the person at the other end of the call.
That breath, which had nearly cut off, surged back up. He screamed himself hoarse, "Zuo