Whirrr—!!!
An ear-grating motor whined to life, and the six dark barrels began spinning at breakneck speed!
The next second!
Ratatatatatatat—!!!
A torrent of steel made of countless tracer rounds burst from the muzzle like a dragon of blue flame!
It could no longer be called gunfire!
It was a shrill, savage roar, like a chainsaw cutting through steel or the Death God bellowing!
At that moment, the entire Martyrs' Cemetery seemed to tremble beneath the terrifying roar!
Thousands of rounds a minute poured into the smoke-shrouded area ahead!
The Wild Wind Special Forces members who had just rushed into the smoke, before they could even see what was happening, met the most hopeless—and final—nightmare of their lives.
Thud-thud-thud-thud-thud!
The storm of bullets tore through their bodies without mercy.
Blood and flesh flew!
Severed limbs scattered!
Against the Gatling Gun's devastating firepower...
Every tactic and every skill seemed laughably useless.
One Eastern Japan agent at the very front did not even have time to scream.
In a fraction of a second, his entire upper body was riddled with bullets and reduced to a mangled mass of flesh.
"Aaaah!!"
"It's a Gatling Gun! They have a Gatling Gun!!"
"Fall back! Hurry—"
The comms channel filled with the team's screams, raw with terror, pain, and despair.
But one by one, those voices abruptly fell silent.
Captain Yamamoto was the last to be swallowed by the storm of bullets.
He watched helplessly as his comrades were torn to pieces before his eyes.
The horrific sight wiped his mind blank. He could no longer think.
All Yamamoto felt were tremendous forces pounding against his body, tearing at it.
Agony struck, and his consciousness rapidly sank into boundless darkness...
A dozen or so seconds passed.
When the Old Celestial Master released the trigger and the