Looking around, Mo Qiong had already slaughtered those rebel pawns into collapse. Their defeat had been like a landslide.
Steel helmets and bulletproof combat suits actually offered little additional protection. A rifle was enough to pierce them.
What was more, Mo Qiong's bullets only grew more powerful as they fell from the sky. They never slowed down.
Seeing many of his men get shot in the head despite wearing steel helmets, the Tattooed Leader abandoned his helmet and armor without the slightest hesitation.
The equipment that had once been considered their protection was now seen as a death warrant.
Whether they wore that kind of protection or not, anyone Mo Qiong focused on was sure to die. Even if they survived one shot, there would simply be another.
So the key was whether Mo Qiong had his sights on them. Bullets were safest only when they struck someone else.
Wearing those things instead made them easier targets for Mo Qiong. Since that was the case, they might as well take them off.
The Tattooed Leader ordered his men to remove everything they could, then mingle with the rebels and disguise themselves as ordinary foot soldiers from the lowest ranks.
But what use was that? Even the fastest runners were picked off by Mo Qiong one by one.
He could not possibly allow this group to escape. Knowing that they could flee via the mountain wall, he naturally would not let them get anywhere near it.
"Puff puff puff puff..."
A swath of corpses fell in the front ranks, including quite a few genuine Church members.
The bullets raining from the sky were like a ravine, carving a line between life and death across the road ahead.
Anyone who crossed the line died.
Some people stopped in their tracks, while others