Tang Ziyi moved first and quickly reloaded a fresh magazine.
Fast.
She kicked the PKM away and rolled the corpse over with her foot.
Her eyes narrowed.
Explosives.
Enough to collapse the entire hallway.
She finally confirmed the abnormality behind the man seemingly pulling items out of nowhere.
She had only seen such a phenomenon once before—in Ling Qingyu's storage bracelet.
Tang Ziyi roughly understood how the man performed the trick. Not the details, but the underlying principle should have been similar.
She also realized how the nonstop detonations and continuous PKM fire had been possible.
This bastard might have been switching between multiple PKMs from storage every time one overheated toward destruction.
Tang Ziyi immediately grabbed the detonation mechanism and violently ripped apart the wiring.
