"Don't shoot!" Meng Chao stopped the factory protectors.
Two small and exquisite mini-submachine guns appeared in his palms.
Bang, bang, bang, bang!
Somehow, he managed to fire with the accuracy of semi-automatic rifles, even though he was using mini-submachine guns.
As the rhythmic shots rang out, the two strange people with thick blood vessels on their faces cried out in pain.
Meng Chao had blasted off their fingers. Their palms were shot full of holes, and the Sam Brown Belts with grenades fell to the ground.
Meng Chao then fired at the Sam Brown Belts. The bullets never missed their target and hit the metal parts, which sent the Sam Brown Belts flying away. He did not make a single hole in the belts nor hit the grenades on them.
Once the two strange people lost the Sam Brown Belts, they went berserk. They ignored the blood pouring out of their palms and howled as they pounced on Meng Chao.