What the hell! Those bureaucratic idiots have infected me too. Why the fuck would we need to capture a corpse?
The SWAT Captain's thoughts were all over the place. He was nowhere near as focused as he had been on previous missions.
But years of training still made his team's movements flow like drifting clouds and running water.
Bang! A kick sent the door flying open, and a flashbang went in...
Everything was perfect. He could already picture wrapping up the mission with ease, then laughing at those idiot Police Bureau brass.
But the thought had barely surfaced when everything changed. Through the flashbang's blinding light and deafening noise, a figure charged out, completely unaffected.
The officer who had thrown it had no time to retreat before the figure slammed into him. There came a wet, tearing sound, and the stench of blood filled the air.
By the time the captain reacted and fired at the figure's back, it had vanished around the bend in the corridor.
The flashbang's effects had only just faded. It had all happened that fast.
But something lay by the doorway. To call it a body would not be quite right anymore. It was a heap...
In that single instant, the SWAT officer in heavy body armor fitted with ballistic plates had been torn apart.
His head rolled two or three meters away, its eyes still wide open.
"What was that?" This time, every officer on the team stood frozen in shock.
Even at command, where they had watched it through the cameras, no one spoke. It was quiet enough to hear a pin drop...
Only after a long while did the sounds of several female officers tending the equipment gagging break the silence.
Fan Mingren's expression turned strange. Thank goodness he had listened to