The aftermath of the explosion still reverberated deep in his eardrums. Song Heping shook his head forcefully, trying to dispel the dizzy sensation of everything spinning around.
The taste of rust-like blood filled his mouth. He spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva and found that his hand had been cut by shards of glass.
Looking up, all the glass windows were gone, the eastern wall on the second floor had collapsed entirely, and half of the second floor had turned into a terrace...
Even though the vehicle exploded at the police station entrance, its power was jaw-dropping.
Everything around was pitch black, and nothing could be seen.
"Report your status, everyone!"
He turned around, shouting hoarsely into the darkness.
"Jiang Feng, lightly injured."
"Utekin, nothing."
"Hussein..."
The sheriff's voice came from the smoke.
"I'm still alive."
Song Heping groped around and picked up the fallen AK-12, its barrel scaldingly hot.
