Several small black-and-yellow spheres were tossed out of the room and flew toward the crowd. They were only the size of golf balls, each with a button glowing green, flashing faintly.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
A series of explosions rang out, and the corridor's gunfire immediately thinned. In its place, gunshots gave way to screams. Many of the people in black suits clutched their eyes and began rolling around on the floor.
Powerful flashbangs could do more than blind people. Sudden damage to the optic nerves also affected the brain, causing victims to lose their balance and sense of direction, leaving them unable to move. Concussion Grenades could achieve a similar effect, except through sudden deafening blasts and high-frequency vibrations. In such a cramped underground environment, they did not distinguish between friend and foe.
Choosing the right weapon was just as important as choosing the right tactics.
Once they realized their enemies had lost their ability to fight, Su Ming and Cindy showed no mercy. For Deathstroke, anything blocking the way had to be removed. He immediately drew his twin blades and charged into the crowd, while Cindy did the same.
In the deathly pale corridor, four flashing blades gleamed brilliantly.
Every flash of steel sent one or more heads flying into the air. Severed limbs scattered everywhere, and blood covered every inch of the walls and floor.
Their fighting styles were slightly different. Cindy was smaller, so she preferred weaving through crowds, breaking up formations and cutting through them to seek out weaknesses and opportunities.
Su Ming, meanwhile, favored a crushing style of combat. Relying on the superhuman strength of his enhanced body, he hacked apart anything in his way with his twin blades.
In truth, either of them could fight using the other's style. They both knew every technique,