Countless sand and dust fluttered around as droplets of blood splattered on the ground, sizzling with a sound similar to tar due to the high heat.
Brian wiped the scalding blood from the corner of his mouth.
Shrapnel was squeezed out of his body.
Except for his head, his body had become like tattered cloth, full of terrifying blood holes from penetrating wounds.
Brian was also surprised by his own vitality at this moment.
Under these circumstances, he felt as if he had only sustained minor to moderate injuries.
Reality is not a movie.
The missiles from the armed helicopters were small and not very powerful, but the blast wave produced by the explosion swept out at a speed of three thousand meters per second. Despite rapid attenuation with distance, once within the lethal range, no carbon-based life could escape.
Brian couldn't either.
The force of the explosion, with a lethal power of several tons, could shred clothing and uproot and send flying large trees.
