My Strength Does Not Allow Me to Low-key

Originally, dozens of gangsters were crowded in the corridor outside the vault, right opposite the door.

Everyone was eagerly waiting for the moment when the iron door in front of them was burned through.

At the door, squatting were two guys holding spray guns and fuel cans.

One is lighting the fire, and the other is constantly adding material to the hole in the door.

Under their feet, molten iron juice dripped from the melted door...

The temperature in the corridor could reach hundreds of degrees, but these gangsters didn't feel hot at all.

Because when they think of the tens of billions or hundreds of billions of banknotes and cash behind the iron gate, they don't feel it's hot here at all.

The big boss behind the scenes has said that as long as the mission can be successful, the money in the vault will belong to them.

The smart ones among them calculated that if the money was divided equally, each of them would become a millionaire immediately.

So compared with the money, what does this little pain mean?

At this time, everyone was waiting for the moment when this big iron door was completely burned through.

But no one expected that just after a small hole was broken in the door, the person inside actually opened fire.

The guy holding the spray gun and the fuel can at the door was swept to the ground on the spot.

The bullets fired by the enemy were covered with molten iron after the iron gate melted.

This was molten iron with a temperature of over a thousand degrees, and it just shattered their heads and faces.

This destructive power is much more serious than being hit by a bullet.

Almost with a bang, a large ball of fire ignited on their faces.

Because the molten iron ignited the fat and hair on their faces.

The two screamed and fell to the ground. The severe pain made them roll on the ground, but accidentally they rolled onto the molten iron flowing along the iron door to the ground.

Suddenly their bodies began to burst into flames, and soon it turned into a raging fire.

Seeing this scene, all the gangsters in the corridor were stunned.

At this time, the enemy was still behind the iron door, spraying bullets wildly into the corridor.

Several gangsters standing at the front were hit on the spot, one of them was unlucky.

The bullet fired by the enemy hit the magazine in the chest.

If it is normal, the magazine made of high molecular polymer will not be afraid of the bullets fired by the opponent.

But the problem is that the bullets fired this time were covered with high-temperature molten iron, which melted the polymer outside the magazine almost instantly.

When it came into contact with the bullet, it exploded quickly...

"Boom, bang bang bang..."

The unlucky guy's chest first made a loud noise and exploded, and then there was the scene of other bullets being heated and exploding, with warheads flying around.

The unlucky man was disemboweled on the spot and fell to the ground.

But the gangster standing behind him didn't fare much better.

The bullet's warhead hit him all over his body like chaff.

Fortunately, he was wearing a body armor, so as long as he wasn't hit in any vital parts, he wouldn't die on the spot.

And with the lessons learned from the past, I saw the tragic situation of several gangsters in front of them, falling to the ground, their bodies stained with molten iron, and then died.

These gangsters desperately held on to the wall and stood firm, not wanting to fall down.

Because if you fall down, you will accidentally fall on the molten iron flowing across the ground.

There is almost no difference between the molten iron and magma, with temperatures as low as 700 to 800 degrees.

Under normal circumstances, it would take more than ten hours for the molten iron to cool completely.

But now, they dare not make human flesh coolant.

Because as long as it touches it, everything will melt directly.

If it comes into contact with human body fat, it will basically light you up on the spot...

So although the corridor was filled with the screams of gangsters, unless they were those who burped on the spot.

The others gritted their teeth and tried desperately not to fall down.

The people behind wanted to draw their guns and fight back.

But I was afraid of hurting my companions in front of me.

The people in front were holding on to the wall, desperately trying to get out first.

This long and narrow corridor is really unfavorable to them.

Finally, after shouting and communicating for a long time, the dozens of gangsters crowded in the corridor all retreated.

Only a few mutilated bodies were left standing at the front.

As soon as they exited the corridor, these guys immediately summoned heavy weapons.

First, two guys carrying RPGs came to the corridor.

Aiming at the iron gate in front, they fired one shot at a time.

The gangsters' arrangement was not without purpose. The RPG they arranged fired armor-piercing projectiles specifically designed to deal with tanks.

Even if Amramus's armor was as good as a one-meter-thick uniform steel plate, it would still be a mess if it was hit by one shot.

And the target is always the weakest part of the iron gate. ,

This place was about to be burned through by the enemy before, but then Captain Mu aimed at this gap and fired.

Basically, the hole was expanded again. At this time, the hole was basically the size of a fist.

And these two rockets were fired, followed by two "boom boom" sounds.

The fist-sized hole was immediately expanded to the size of the mouth of a bowl of sea.

Fortunately, at this time, Captain Mu had already stepped aside and started to change the magazine.

Otherwise, this time, he would definitely be hit by the metal stream emitted after the armor-piercing bullet hit the iron door.

But Captain Mu managed to escape, but the other unlucky guy facing the iron gate was not so lucky.

He also didn't expect that the enemy would fire rockets at the hole.

The killing principle of this kind of armor-piercing bullet is the moment the warhead hits the armor.

It will produce fatal high temperatures. In fact, the warhead contains the same thing as thermite, but it is more deadly than ordinary thermite.

This thing can burn through armor dozens of centimeters thick in an instant, and then turn into a stream of metal and fly out.

In the small space of a tank, once it is hit by the metal stream fired by an armor-piercing projectile, even the steel cannot stop it, let alone human flesh.

If you are lucky enough to burp on the spot and memorize the idea, you will be penetrated by the metal flow on the spot, and then your whole body will burst into flames.

Just like those sky lanterns lit by molten iron at the door, they eventually turned into a human flesh torch and burned into dried meat.

Captain Mu escaped this fatal blow by some mistake.

But the unlucky man following him was not so lucky.

He was originally planning to squat here, waiting for Captain Mu to get out of the way, and then he would follow suit and look good to the gangsters outside.

Unexpectedly, the metal stream ejected from the rocket launched by the enemy hit the head on the spot, and the person died on the spot.

Fortunately, his death was not painful.

The expressions of everyone in the vault turned gloomy. There were not many of them in the first place.

At this moment, one person died, and everyone's grief and anger were aroused.