"For the great Lord!"
"Kill—!"
"Da-da-da..."
Someone shouted a slogan.
In an instant, these extremists went wild, rushing toward Gu Ji with all sorts of firearms.
Fortunately, the training level and physical stamina between the two sides were on a completely different level, and gradually, Gu Ji's superior ability in cross-country running created distance.
But the bullets paid no heed to this two or three hundred meters of space.
The whizzing of bullets swept past Gu Ji, occasionally hitting the shrubs or tree trunks beside him, making a dull "thud" sound.
Gu Ji's eyes were bloodshot, as he swiftly dodged behind a bush, and from his chest harness, he took the last grenade and hurled it fiercely at the extremists chasing him.
"Grenade! Run!"
The oval rolling defensive grenade fell into the thicket, and after a half-second delay, it suddenly unleashed a wave of air.
Two extremists couldn't dodge in time and were hit by metal fragments, bleeding profusely, a gruesome sight.
