Panda staggered as he climbed up from the ground, falling several times again, feeling that there was something wrong with his sense of balance.
Clearly, he was standing, but he felt as if the world was spinning!
Instinctively, he tried to adjust his balance, only to end up falling to the ground.
He looked back at the house that had become ruins, seeing colleagues trapped under the rubble with pained expressions, their mouths opening and closing silently.
Wang Defa, what happened?
His mind was in a haze, the massive explosion leaving him in a state of disorientation.
Even the scenes before him appeared somewhat doubled.
Suddenly, he felt a force from behind pushing him forward, nearly knocking him to the ground. Turning back, he saw fellow special agents rushing from other places to the ruins, using their hands to move things and discard them.
He stood among the crowd, his gaze sometimes bewildered, sometimes clear.
