The drone was equipped with an assault rifle and a high-capacity drum magazine, ruthlessly sweeping the room with bullets.
Evidently, this second drone was here to assess the damage to the target and, if necessary, deliver a follow-up shot.
After the glass on the balcony shattered, the living room of the suite had become uninhabitable. All the agents fled in various directions, but the next second, they all scrambled back in.
Because outside, something even more terrifying had appeared—five or six mechanical dogs had emerged from somewhere.
These mechanical dogs were equipped with rifles, grenade launchers, and even flamethrowers. Their firepower was strong, and they were fearless; whoever engaged in a shootout with them was in for bad luck.
Especially the flamethrowers, which, though they seemed ordinary, were like those used in American country homes for burning dead leaves, their power was chilling.
