The Violent Grenade

The gang members who heard the order instinctively opened fire, countless bullets blasting toward Annie.

Faced with such concentrated gunfire, Annie did not dare take it head-on. She swiftly retreated behind a wall to avoid the barrage, then pulled a specially made grenade from her spatial item and threw it over.

She could have dealt with them slowly. After all, their ammunition was limited; they could not maintain that level of firepower forever.

But that would take far too long. It was much easier to settle things with a single bomb.

The grenade rolled to a stop at the feet of the Viper Gang members. When the burly man who had ordered them to fire saw it, his pupils contracted instantly. After shouting a warning, he activated the alien equipment on his body.

Some of the other gang members failed to notice it, while those who did turned pale and tried to find cover. But before they could move, the grenade exploded.

A deafening roar, trembling ground, a gigantic fireball several meters high, and tiny metal fragments with an initial velocity of one thousand meters per second.

When the explosion ended, everything within a hundred-meter radius had instantly become a dead zone.

The grenade developed by Alva, Nazarick's chief scientific researcher, not only possessed the trait of magical detonation, but also contained perfect-grade Flame Stone powder and several thousand tiny blades made from White-Pattern Steel.

At close range, its lethality against the human body was even more terrifying than a missile's.

Annie stared at Ryan standing in front of her, still shaken.

Before using it, she had not expected the grenade to be this powerful.

"Where did you get this thing?"

Ryan asked darkly. He did not remember giving Annie such an almost extermination-level weapon, and judging by the little