No response, only the furious spray of machine guns.
But Huai Shi's figure suddenly dissolved into the twisted rain curtain, as if melting into the darkness, becoming incredibly elusive. He pulled the trigger towards those encircling enemies.
The deadly grenades scattered in all directions, metallic seeds falling to the ground, blossoming into fleeting fiery flowers. The scorching wind lifted the rain curtain, causing the hazy vapors to ripple between heaven and earth.
In the deafening roar, everything seemed to become distant.
Crying faces and blood were no longer visible.
One could deceive oneself, pretending that what happened was merely a dream. He was just having a nightmare, and went out for a run after waking up...
But death continued to rise.
In this silence, the Stigma of the Soloist silently mourned.
Huai Shi expressionless, pulled the trigger.
But the crisp sound did not come forth. He pulled it again, hearing only the sound of breakage within the gun chamber.
