Playing with Fire

Guns were useless!

They were useless against the Sky-Spire Aliens. Even if Mu Yang held a gun to a Sky-Spire Alien's head and fired, the effect would be far inferior to simply cutting it down with his blade.

Medical rescue teams did not carry guns.

Besides, even if they did, there would have been no chance to use them. The nearby Sky-Spire Aliens had already been wiped out in the chaotic battle.

The overwhelming combat strength Mu Yang had displayed perfectly embodied one phrase—"Come at me together. I'm in a hurry."

There was no reason for gunfire to ring out.

What did firing a gun mean?

"Who told you to fire?!"

Someone from the recovery unit cleaning up the battlefield said, "This is important material. The higher-ups want it alive!"

"Relax."

The one who had fired blew a puff of imaginary white smoke from the muzzle, which had no smoke at all. "I didn't hit anything vital. Patch her up and she'll be fine. She was going to die in the end anyway. This woman actually realized something was wrong and tried to run. She really is an ace soldier."

"She's been with Mu Yang for years. Maybe she knows something."

A group of people watched Dong Mushuang coldly as she lay sprawled on the ground, forcing herself to remain conscious.

"Who... are you people?" Dong Mushuang asked.

That shot had not killed her. It had merely worsened the injuries she had already suffered. Even with the physical resilience of a powerful warrior, she could no longer stay awake.

Just minutes earlier, while drifting in and out of consciousness, she had caught sight of a "medical rescue team member" injecting something into an injured soldier, causing the soldier to pass out on the spot.

Alarm bells immediately went off in