"Da da da—"
A rain of bullets came pouring.
"Defense!"
Granny Snake barked an order, dozens of her followers rushed forward, all blocking in front.
Bullets hit these people, sinking into them, they seemed to not feel any pain at all.
Some fell after being shot, but then got up again to continue forming their human barricade.
After a round of suppressive gunfire, Sean Lawson felt a tingle on his scalp, "William, what kind of creatures are these!"
"I've never seen even the world's top special forces able to bodily resist bullets!"
"Could it be that they all have the constitution of superheroes from American films?"
William Cole shook his head, his face serious, "No!"
"These are all Corpse Refineries!"
"Corpse Refineries?" Sean Lawson shuddered.
From the name alone, he got the feeling they were not something to be messed with.
William nodded slightly, "Corpse Refinery means using a special drug to slowly turn a living person into a corpse."