Bits of brain and fractured bone splattered across the floor.
The body collapsed, twitching as it hit the ground.
Before the others could process what had just happened, Ross pivoted, his eyes burning with cold fury.
He launched forward with terrifying speed, closing the distance between himself and a second guard.
"Hrrgh!" Ross grunted, driving his fist into the man's stomach with devastating force.
The impact echoed like a gunshot. His arm didn't stop at the stomach—it sank through, punching through muscle, bone, and organ like wet clay.
His fist burst out the man's back with a sickening squelch, a spray of blood arcing into the air.
The man screamed once before his body went limp, sagging over Ross's arm like a broken doll.
"Fuck!" someone shouted, panic surging through the room.
Then all hell broke loose.
Muzzle flashes lit the hall as gunfire erupted in every direction.
The sharp, deafening tat-tat-tat of automatic rifles echoed off the concrete walls.
