The explosion had already passed. No. 19, who was so shocked that his eardrums seemed to be pierced, vaguely heard his comrades shouting anxiously. The sounds were a little distant and empty. They seemed to come from the horizon or from the depths of the ground.
"I-I'm fine…"
It took him a Herculean effort to answer vaguely. Even though it was just two words, it made the special forces soldiers of the Xueyu unit heave a sigh of relief.
Xia Jinyuan closed his eyes lightly. When he opened them again, his eyes were cold. He asked, "Did you kill an extremist just now?"
It was a question and an affirmation.
"Yeah."
