In an instant, the muscular brute turned directly into a small giant nearly three meters tall. His ability seemed somewhat related to the Gamma Warrior's, but his skin color did not change at all—he did not become some kind of red, blue, or green giant.
Bang! The next moment, the muscular brute's fist smashed hard into the safe house's door with a dull thud. But to his surprise, after taking his punch, the door only had a shallow fist print left in it. It was not sent flying, nor was it punched through.
"He didn't punch through the door. Maybe we still have a chance to survive..." Inside, the bystanders heard the commotion and looked at the images in the safe house as one of them spoke in a trembling voice. But although he was trying to comfort the others, he probably did not even believe what he was saying himself.
"We can't just sit here waiting to die either! If they really break in, there's almost no way we'll live! I have a gun. I refuse to believe those bastards are all bulletproof!" The middle-aged man who had been the first to shout that he had a gun before gritted his teeth and stepped out despite his companions' attempts to stop him, shouting at the crowd.
The feeling of waiting for death was simply too unbearable—so unbearable that the middle-aged man could not take it anymore. He did not want to just sit there and wait to die, especially when they had guns in their hands. Not resisting at all and waiting here to die for nothing was honestly far too stupid.
"That's right! If it were those old guns from before, I wouldn't have any confidence in hurting freaks with extraordinary powers like them. But these laser weapons