That was not a struggle.
It was a resolute and chilling precision strike.
Puchi—
The dull sound of flesh tearing was heard.
A clearer sound than any gunfire shook the live broadcast room, and tens of thousands of viewers inexplicably felt a pain in their abdomen and couldn't help but feel weak all over.
Thud!
A guard collapsed to the ground, raising a trembling hand:
"He he he he he...! He is pulling... pulling... him... aaaaahhh——!!!!"
The shrill and horrified screams echoed through the camp.
He was terrified to the point of collapse.
And in the distance, an officer urgently ran over, but when he got here, he couldn't help but feel nauseous with horror and looked at Commander Chen Shuxiang with terror.
His eyes unstoppable in shock:
"You?!!!"
However, Commander Chen Shuxiang weakly smiled, gritting his teeth, his whole body trembling with pain:
"For the revolution...."
With all the strength he could muster in his hand, he twisted hard:
"Ah—!"
