His neck had snapped, and his head had turned a hundred and eighty degrees with a chilling crack.
Even the mercenaries, who were used to seeing life and death, felt a chill run down their spines.
But they were men who lived by the sword. They had dared to come here and pull off such a huge job, and could toss out bombs without a second thought. They weren't about to go weak-kneed over this.
If anything, it only brought out their bloodlust.
"Damn it!"
"What the hell is that?!"
"I don't care if it's a ghost! Kill it!"
Rat-a-tat-tat—
They were startled at first, but then they pulled the triggers without hesitation.
But Jackal had been a top-tier assassin in life. He hadn't twisted his body around to scare them for his own amusement. He'd only done it to buy himself some time!
His reversed body had already drawn the pistol at his waist and was firing nonstop.
Even as bullets tore through his body armor and a whole magazine was emptied into him, he took out nearly the entire squad with a shot apiece.
In the end, his body couldn't take any more. With his body armor riddled with holes, he collapsed to the ground.
The two remaining gunmen unloaded on the corpse, which had already taken so many bullets, like men gone mad.
Seeing the twisted body still writhe under the gunfire, they didn't dare stop shooting for even a second.
"What kind of monster is this?!"
"Why won't it die?!"
"Use a bomb!"
The fact that the two men could still fight back after such a fright showed how tough their nerves were.
But Jackal's display had also made them briefly forget that they were still hunting their enemies. After emptying their guns, they didn't immediately