Shrapnel scattered in every direction like the whispers of Death, flying low across the ground and slicing through the air under the force of the explosion.
Each fragment might have had a surface area of only a few square centimeters, but accelerated by the blast, its lethality was no less than that of a bullet.
The pitiful Marauders had only just thrown themselves to the ground when they suddenly sprang back up as if they had springs beneath their backsides.
Screams and agonized howls rose one after another. Crude curses and gunshots instantly turned the quiet neighborhood into a scene of chaos.
"Not good! We're being ambushed!"
"It's definitely those damn Mole People! Those urban tumors have already taken so many of our brothers, and they still won't let us go!"
"Kill them! Let's fight them to the end!"
"Where are they? Where are they?"
"They're lying on the ground! Watch the ground! They're hiding in the fog!"
"Catch them! I'm going to smash their heads with a hammer and feed all that stinking brain matter to the Radiation Beasts!"
There were twenty-three Marauders who had made it to the surface.
The first wave took two down at the hands of Man with Gun, and then the Hand Grenade that was thrown over killed four more on the spot.
Now, after hearing that the enemy was hiding in the thick fog and lying on the ground,
more than half of the remaining seventeen immediately began thinking about retreating.
Unfortunately, just as a Marauder near the manhole cover took a step,
a sharp arrow flashed out of the shadows.
Whoosh.
Blinding blood sprayed through the air, blooming into a tragic splash of crimson.
With the environmental advantage on their side, the three-person team displayed the strengths of Cold Weapons to perfection,