Breakthrough

The other guards only snapped out of it when they saw their captain collapse. They raised their guns and opened fire wildly.

Fear had taken over. They emptied their magazines, forgetting that the shot their captain, Billy, had just fired at Queen Maeve's forehead had done virtually nothing.

Ordinary firearms could not inflict any real harm on Queen Maeve.

Bullets struck Queen Maeve's torso, breastplate, shoulder guards, and thighs. Gunfire swept over every part of her body, sending sparks flying.

The bullets ricocheted off Queen Maeve and into the surrounding walls. In moments, the corridor was crisscrossed with gunfire. More than half of the twenty or thirty guards were hit by their comrades' shots and fell to the floor, groaning in pain.

The ones who escaped the bullets fared no better.

A blue whirlwind tore down the corridor. As it swept past the dozen or so men still standing, they were skewered into two strings like Tanghulu and hurled toward the banquet hall doors!

The impossibly fast blue whirlwind was A-Train, the speedster of The Seven.

A-Train charged down the corridor at over three hundred meters per second. The momentum he carried was immense. With his arms spread wide, he easily punched through the guards' bodies, strung them up like Tanghulu, and drove them into the banquet hall doors.

Less than ten seconds passed between Billy firing at Queen Maeve and the guards' corpses smashing through the doors.

Ten seconds was enough for the people inside the banquet hall to react.

Several people had reached the doors and were about to push them open to see what was happening outside. Then the sturdy metal doors burst inward, sending those standing behind them flying.

The guards' mangled bodies flew dozens of meters farther, toppling a pyramid of champagne-filled glasses. Golden liquid