He Jie was so angry that he ranted furiously, slapping his ear, "Fuck you, you little brat!"
Meanwhile, he gestured with his hand, indicating for the units to advance quickly.
He himself charged into the building like a cannonball.
But even faster than his hurried footsteps were the five grenades rolling out with a clatter, making He Jie's head go dark instantly. He had just touched one grenade, and the brat had already tossed them all out!
With such skill, it's as if they came from the same training camp.
He could only gulp down his anger and turn to dive aside.
"Boom, boom, boom..."
A series of explosions echoed inside. Su Huan hid behind sandbags, waiting a moment before a grenade crashed through the window and got thrown in.
He smirked; it was the same old tactics.
Toss in a grenade before entry, explode if possible, blast if feasible. In the early days of the apocalypse, most armed personnel followed this principle.
