In the age of hot weapons, for soldiers, the gun in their hands is an invincible Big Killer, no target that can't be destroyed. What was happening before their eyes left everyone completely dumbfounded: even sniper bullets couldn't kill him, they just sparked off him. What the hell was that? This phenomenon, completely against common sense, left Luo Zheng dazed as well—he'd never even heard of such a thing. Fortunately, the other side soon stopped firing; maybe they were out of ammo. The Minigun's ammunition consumption was too fast, too heavy.
The crazy bullet sweep stopped, and Luo Zheng knew the chance couldn't be missed. His face went cold and grim as he roared, "Sniper, Incendiary Bomb, hit the target's head. Everyone else, suppressing fire—kill!"
