Victory

boom!

The last grenade exploded, and the aftershocks subsided. Listening carefully to the sounds outside the bunker, all that could be heard was the crackling of burning flames.

"There's no sound," Shimada whispered, his lips trembling, a sharp pain shooting through his throat.

Shimada wiped the blood seeping from the wound on his forehead with the back of his hand. "They were all blown up, weren't they?"

"Not necessarily..." Cole's voice was also hoarse. The last time he tried to blow up the warden on the second floor of the cell, he spent a long time trying to kill him but failed. He didn't dare to gamble this time.

Hank was bandaging George's badly bruised leg. George's teeth were clenched so tightly that they were grinding together, and his face was completely pale.

"They ate so many of our gadgets." Shimada licked his lips, the ringing in his ears from the explosion still lingering. "Even if they're not dead, they probably won't be able to move much."

Silence fell; for a moment, no one responded to him, and no one was willing to take the risk.

After a moment, John looked at George, who was receiving treatment, and said, "Let's not waste time with him. Kill him and the mission will be complete! Let's retreat!"

The sudden calmness made Shimada a little unaccustomed to it.

"Charge out?" Shimada looked at him.

"We've thrown away all the props. Let's take a gamble before anything else happens." John slowly bent down and stood up.

He glanced at Shimada.

Shimada was silent for a few seconds, then nodded.

John and Shimada then tentatively popped out of the bunker to observe the situation outside.

The yellow smoke had mostly dissipated, leaving the ground a mess. Multiple craters were visible on the ground, and there were blackened marks everywhere. Remnants of flames still crackled and burned in the corners.

After looking around, I finally spotted the whistling madman behind a pillar. The pillar was blasted to pieces, clearly having withstood a lot of damage.

He looked somewhat disheveled, covered in large patches of black ash and burns, yet a faint, neurotic smile could still be seen on his lips, with a revolver hanging at his side.

John gathered his forces and the few remaining men pointed their guns at the figure behind the pillar.

Just as he was about to fire, the man laughed even more maniacally, and threw his last hallucinogenic smoke grenade into the air.

He was injured; the smoke grenade wasn't far enough away to explode in the crowd, but it did separate the gun lines of several people.

Just as the group's attention was drawn to the smoke, the sound of heavy footsteps came from behind them.

John's pupils contracted sharply, and he immediately turned to look in the direction of the sound.

"At 4 o'clock! Quick! There are two more!"

The two hammer-wielding men had gotten close enough and began to charge forward, swinging their hammers in large strides.

While John and his men huddled behind cover throwing grenades, Raven directed the remaining two Thors to quietly flank from the side.

Until the last smoke grenade is thrown as a signal!

They were once again subjected to a brutal crackdown.

"Fire! Aaaaaah!" John instinctively braced himself with the butt of his rifle against his shoulder and pulled the trigger as hard as he could.

Shimada fired a shot a beat too late, the bullet whistling as it flew towards the two men with the hammer who were attacking from behind.

Two large hammers were positioned one in front of the other; the one in front was still charging, while the one behind raised its submachine gun and fired.

The bullets couldn't penetrate their five suits, but they did create space for their teammates in front to charge.

The last member of the Samurai Sword team stood closest to the direction from which the hammer was charging. The 9*19mm bullets hit his level 5 armor with a thud, taking the brunt of all the submachine gun bullets for him.

But when the hammer came crashing down on his head, he tried to block it, but the hammer smashed into his stomach along with his arm and head.

He died without making a sound.

A level 5 helmet is a joke under this hammer.

"No! Ahhh!" Shimada roared furiously, his eyes wide with rage, emptying all the bullets in his magazine.

The two sledgehammers, facing an open corridor, could not withstand the concentrated fire from multiple gun lines. After their armor was pierced by bullets, they fell on their way to charge.

But they had no time to celebrate. After a burst of yellow smoke, a revolver bullet knocked Shimada to the ground. In an instant, excruciating pain spread throughout his body, leaving him too weak to get up.

Hank reacted immediately and turned around.

Seeing the raven had already reached him, he didn't have time to shout. Just as he was about to raise his gun to fire, the raven yanked the muzzle away.

A dark revolver was pointed at his head in front of him, and with a bang, the visor of his helmet was shattered, and his head snapped back violently.

But the masked, laughing madman reached out and grabbed his chin from the broken part of his mask, almost tearing his jawbone off!

A metal can was stuffed into his mouth.

"Mmm!"

Hank was powerless against the monstrous strength. Looking at the creepy smiling face covered in scars, he took a half step back and covered his ears with his hands.

"Hehehehe! Royal special! Enjoy!"

With a bang, Hank's head exploded in two, and his body slumped to the ground.

John had no idea that he would break into their formation so quickly. By the time he realized what was happening, only he and the madman were left standing on the field.

At this distance, he didn't need to aim; all thoughts had vanished from his mind, and now only fear controlled his body.

Raven's left arm was injured by the explosion, leaving him with only a revolver in his right hand. Just as he turned around and raised the revolver in his right hand, gunshots rang out from the ground behind him.

George lay on the ground with his leg bone shattered, pulled the trigger, and the bullet pierced his back, spurting blood.

It was this moment that prevented him from firing his revolver, and John's bullet finally arrived.

Raven's body jerked violently several times, and blood splattered from his chest and abdomen.

He pointed the gun at John and let it hang limply, his eyes wide open as if in disbelief, the crazed smile on his face freezing, before he slowly slid down against the wall.

His head lolled to the side, and he stopped breathing.

The last bit of yellow smoke slowly dissipated.

The corridor was deathly silent, filled with the heavy smell of blood and gunpowder.

John finally collapsed to his knees, his chest heaving as he gasped for breath in the pungent air.

The gun barrel in his hand was red-hot from overheating, the magazine was empty, and all the props hanging on his chest were used up.

John lay on the floor, staring at the ceiling, his chest aching so badly that his vision blurred.

We won this battle.

"Hahahaha..." John's chest trembled, causing his throat to emit a hoarse laugh.

"Hahahahahahahahaha, ugh, cough cough cough cough... haha..."

"We won! We won! I killed the warden! I killed the warden!"

"I won! Hahahaha!"

Hearing John's maniacal laughter, Shimada struggled to his feet. His level 5 armor, which had blocked the bullet, was now completely destroyed, but it still took most of his life.

I've just recovered.

George also propped himself up on his elbows.

"We won! We won!" John laughed so hard he almost choked.

Shimada and George laughed too. Yes, they won!

"Hahahahaha..."