Bullets struck Su Ming's body; some were crushed by inertia and burst into fragments.
Others ricocheted straight onto the deck, sending up showers of sparks.
Still others grazed the surface of Su Ming's body, changing direction slightly before shooting toward the unlucky guards.
Just as Su Ming had expected, friendly fire happened without the slightest suspense.
Were these people idiots?
They were clearly surrounding me, yet they still dared to open fire. How was that any different from shooting each other?
Their leader was a real talent too. No one without twenty years of mental illness could give such a brain-dead order.
Fortunately, they were wearing bulletproof vests.
But the bullets somehow successfully avoided the vests, bouncing specifically toward their arms and legs.
The guards fell one after another while Su Ming remained completely motionless, rolling around and wailing as they became wounded heroes.
Amid flickering light and shadows,
Su Ming paused slightly, somewhat surprised by how decisively these people had attacked.
The S.H.I.E.L.D. agents he remembered had never been this ruthless...
Had he accidentally stumbled into some top-secret project?
That was very likely.
In just a few seconds, the guards had emptied their magazines one after another, but they had forgotten to reload.
Their masks hid their stunned expressions, but every pair of exposed eyes was wide open.
"Holy shit! He really is a monster!"
After being baptized by over a thousand bullets, Su Ming's clothes had quickly turned into rags.
Yet the body beneath them had not suffered the slightest injury.
He had not even scraped his skin.
Between wasting energy and damaging his clothes, Su Ming chose to conserve energy.
After all, ordinary weapons could not even qualify as a scratch to him.
Ignoring them, he walked toward the building.
"Hey! Stop! Or we won't be polite!"