Boom!
Amid the loud explosion, mangled corpses fell backwards, blood pouring down in torrents.
As their numbers dwindled, the battle and contest between the two teams was about to reach its conclusion. The bronze-skinned Scarface Man crushed a corpse beneath his foot, Electric Light crackling around his body as he coldly looked towards the last holdouts. "Hand over the things, and I'll spare your lives."
"Keep dreaming, motherfucker!"
The heavily wounded captain sneered, clutching his backpack tightly to his chest as he raised the explosives in his other hand. "Take one more step, and we're all going together!"
"Is that so?" Scarface Man looked at him coldly and took another step forward without the slightest hesitation. "I don't believe you."
A flicker of hesitation emerged in the captain's eyes, and Scarface Man caught it sharply. His smile grew increasingly mocking. "Don't worry, I keep my word. The things, hand—"
BOOM!!!
Another loud explosion erupted right above their heads, as though something had raced past.
It flew out of a suddenly opened rift, traveled across the ceiling against gravity, and howled away, leaving behind an excited shout: "Woohoo, takeoff!!!"
It vanished behind another suddenly appearing opening.
The opening closed.
Only a deathly stillness remained.
The captain and Scarface Man were both stunned for a moment. The members looked at one another, unable to hide their confusion.
Did something just pass by?
But immediately afterward, the roaring sound of an engine sounded once more. As if it had taken a wrong turn, it flew out from a crack in the ceiling in another direction, raced down the walls from above toward the floor, then burrowed into a swiftly opening rift. "Woohoo, I'm flying again!"
It disappeared.
"..."
In that moment of dazed confusion, everyone stood frozen in place.
In the silence, the