Whoosh whoosh whoosh!
The overwhelming firepower of the heavy machine gun is nothing like a fully automatic rifle; it spits fire like a mad dragon, the large-caliber bullets merging into a blazing line of death, sweeping across like the scythe of the Grim Reaper, harvesting dozens of lives in an instant.
Bode saw this scene, and the anger in his eyes could no longer be concealed. Bill Hawke, hiding behind a boulder, dodging bullets, gritted his teeth in rage. "Bode, these are the fucking Apocalypse Society bastards!"
"Fuck!"
"Fang Jinpeng! Andrew! Erin! Liu San! With me—let's charge and tear up a firepower point!"
If they didn't neutralize another firepoint soon, everyone would just be pressed down and slaughtered, slowly sliced apart like meat shaved with a blunt knife.
Hearing Bode's words, the four captains knew it was time to show what they could do.
"Bill Hawke! If you don't want to die, come with us!"
