The eerie scene left the men in black suits frozen in place; their leader, the first to react, fired his gun.
CLANG, CLANG, CLANG—
The ferrofluid-like material gathered spontaneously. Like a tank's explosive reactive armor, each time a bullet approached, spikes would erupt from the material, deflecting the projectile.
His vision filled with sparks from bursting warheads. Li Ang instinctively swung his hand, and the black material formed chains. They shot out, instantly crossing most of the carriage and piercing the black-suited leader's chest.
The leader lowered his head, his expression dazed as he watched the chains, which seemed to rise and fall as if breathing. A half-formed curse brewed in his mouth.
SWOOSH!
Innumerable sharp spikes erupted from the chains' surface. The entire chain split into five strands, each drilling into the black-suited leader's head and limbs.
Then, they pulled hard in five different directions.
SPLATTER!
