An abandoned factory, corpses strewn all around.
The flames from the crash and explosion of the Apache helicopter were still burning fiercely not far away.
The scattered remains of the Ajax armored vehicle and M1 Abrams main battle tank littered the area.
Lu Li looked towards the inside of the factory, where there were a dozen or so gangsters already scared witless, unable to hold their guns steadily.
His face showed no expression as he extended his right hand and pointed into the air.
In an instant, around his body, appeared ice spikes as thick as thumbs and half a foot long.
Upon seeing this, those inside threw away their weapons, knelt on the ground, and babbled incoherently, seemingly begging for their lives.
If it were any other setting, Lu Li might have shown mercy, but he had already seen the horrific scene in the basement and knew that these members of the Jalisco group were devoid of humanity and deserved no compassion.
