A black shadow suddenly shot out of the smoke and dust from the explosions.
He could chalk up the first grenade to coincidence, and the second to an accident, but the more than ten consecutive bombardments afterward left no room for wishful thinking.
These people knew his position with absolute certainty. Otherwise, they would not be wasting ammunition like this.
And he was far too weak right now. This body had not yet reached the point where it had to be discarded, so it was still worth trying to salvage.
"He's out, that damned monster." Will gritted his teeth, his eyes fixed tightly on the black figure.
Aaron's lips curled slightly. Without much aiming, he pulled the trigger.
The next instant, a golden bullet flew from the barrel. The gravity different from Earth's had little effect on the bullet enhanced by Demon Hunter.
With a thunderous shot, the black-robed man was blasted backward, and a clear hole appeared in his forehead.
Strangely, not a trace of blood flowed from the bullet hole. As a light breeze passed by, the shredded mask was lifted from the black-robed man's face, revealing a withered, grotesque visage.
His face looked like a sponge that had been squeezed dry, stripped of all flesh and blood. A layer of skin clung tightly to his skull. One eyeball was shriveled like dried cured meat, while the other resembled a lump of rotting flesh that could fall out at any moment.
Simmons could no longer hold it in. She leaned over the edge of the Magic Carpet and began dry-heaving.
"Aren't you a biology expert?" Will teased helplessly.
"Corpses are ten thousand times cuter than him. He looks like a rotten corpse that just crawled out of a filthy sewer. It's disgusting."
"Did you kill him?" Coulson asked.