The continuous gunfire, explosions, and dazzling golden flames had already drawn the attention of the building's employees and the people nearby.
He had to pick up the pace.
Jiang Dongjun took a familiar Tinplate Puppet from his Storage Bracelet. His Yin Spirit entered it, and the curled-up puppet stretched out before leaping into the office, where golden flames still burned.
It precisely picked Delong's Storage Soul Tool out of a puddle of dried, minced flesh.
Then it located the safe, blasted apart the wall with a small Soul Cannon, forcibly extracted the safe embedded inside, and put it into the Storage Bracelet.
Once again, it raised the small Soul Cannon, powered by an external Level Three Milk Bottle, and aimed at the floor in the center of the office.
Boom!
The floor blew apart.
Having brutally blasted open a passage to the mecha workshop below, the Tinplate Puppet leaped down.
Just then, Xue Zhensha, the public-facing boss of the Earl's Gang, heard the gunfire and cannon blasts and rushed into the mecha workshop in a panic. He intended to board his Yellow Rank Mecha, whether to join the fight or ensure his own safety.
Jiang Dongjun's senses were extraordinarily keen. While still falling, the Tinplate Puppet swiftly drew its gun and aimed.
Horror roared, and a Wound bullet struck home.
Xue Zhensha's head tilted sideways. Blood spurted from his seven orifices, and he tumbled off the ladder, his fate unknown.
"The people in Douluo III really do have stronger souls. If that had been some two-ring small fry from Douluo II, his head would already have burst like a watermelon."
Xue Zhensha was not dead, but Jiang Dongjun had no time to bother with him. That could wait.
After landing steadily from its fall from the fourth floor, the Tinplate