The soldiers in the rear, although they didn't know what this green oval canister being thrown was, still dove reflexively to the side.
The next moment, a thunderous explosion sounded!
This was much louder than a hand-thrown grenade, and the flames from the explosion spread along the combustible materials.
The male waiter quickly got up and ran toward that direction, but he hadn't taken two steps before he twisted his body, dodging the bullets coming from behind. However, the Capital Commandant fired several shots in rapid succession, emptying his magazine.
One bullet pierced his thigh, another hit his abdomen.
He stumbled a few steps with a muffled groan, gritting his teeth to endure the agony as he flipped over to take cover behind another damaged wall.
The light of the flames cast a glow on his face.