"Fire! Fire! Don't stop!"
The muzzle flashes exposed the followers' positions; most of them could only squat down to avoid being hit by bullets from behind. But soon, the muzzle flashes illuminated things that shouldn't exist.
It was pitch-black armor, not completely covering Lorenzo, just wrapping around his arm like a simple gauntlet, but this shield blocked most of the attacks in the darkness.
This narrow space didn't allow for accelerated punching, but that didn't mean close combat was ineffective. Lorenzo directly held the follower's body with one hand, using him as a shield in front of him.
The follower struck Lorenzo forcefully, but it was just powerless resistance. More gunshots sounded, killing the follower in front of Lorenzo, bullets continuously falling, blood splattering everywhere.
In this dark, closed-in environment, he was frightening like a monster.
