"It looked... a bit like asphalt in texture," Wang Xiyi commented.
Sun Hang looked at Yan Yu'an following behind them and joked, "Colonel Yan, want a cup?"
Yan Yu'an silently glanced at Sun Hang without saying anything.
Although her entire face was hidden behind her armored visor, Sun Hang could roughly guess her expression at that moment.
Sun Hang did not press the button, and the coffee machine did not stop. The thick black liquid seemed endless, quickly overflowing the rim of the cup and spilling onto the tabletop.
The table was black as well. If the scene had been frozen, it would have looked as though the surface had merely gained an uneven layer of paint.
Sun Hang reached for the coffee cup, only to discover that it had fused with the coffee machine's base, becoming a single whole.
"Is this coffee or industrial-strength glue?" Sun Hang muttered.
But before Sun Hang could do anything else, Yan Yu'an, who had remained silent since entering the café, spoke. "We need to leave this café before the overflowing 'coffee' spreads to where we're standing."
"You mean this 'coffee' produces the same effect when it touches other things?" Sun Hang asked. "So it really is glue?"
"It's more than simple adhesion." Yan Yu'an hooked the bolt with her little finger, and a bullet dropped from the ejection port directly into her palm.
She stepped forward and placed the bullet vertically into the coffee cup, which was continuously overflowing with thick black liquid.
The thick black liquid not only looked like asphalt, but seemed to have roughly the same density. The bullet had been placed tip-down into the cup. Under normal circumstances, it should have tipped to one side and rested its base against the rim to maintain its balance. Yet now, it