The people in the hover vehicle were shaken up, but the armed personnel who had jumped out beforehand were unaffected.
"Hurry, get our member out of there, quick, quick, quick!"
They quickly ran to the ambulance, opened the deformed rear door, and dove inside to pull out the unconscious V.
As for the others, they were to be executed on the spot.
"Poof!"
The severely deformed cabin shook violently again as the Trauma Team entered, indicating a fierce struggle.
In two to three breaths, a Trauma Team member was thrown out, landing on the ground full of small knife wounds, a sight that made one's scalp tingle.
The resident staggered inside the cabin, covered in blood, with his right hand transformed into a bright surgical knife.
"Damn, at least I'm someone who makes a living wielding knives! Is it really necessary to look down on people like this?"
