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With the continuation of the bloodbath, the interior of All Food Factory has turned into a living hell. Countless members of the Maelstrom Gang have fallen at the hands of Adam Smasher, their bodies piling up like mountains and blood flowing like rivers. With each fallen enemy, Adam Smasher's murderous intent grows stronger, and every move he makes is filled with frenzied excitement and cold-blooded intent.
Completely drenched in blood, Adam resembles a war god emerging from hell, every action carrying irresistible power. Despite desperately using the fire god machine gun to cover his comrades from his power armor, he has already sensed the breath of despair. He knows they have almost no chance of winning against Adam Smasher.
Adam Smasher paused briefly, reloading his shotgun. With a crisp sound of the reload, a powerful energy wave suddenly emanated from his body, and then he activated the Sandevistan System. In an instant, time seemed to stretch out, everything around him slowed to an extreme, every swiftly moving bullet, every intense exploding flame, all seemed to freeze in that moment.
In this slow world, Adam Smasher became the absolute ruler. His movements were faster than anyone else, his attacks more ruthless than anyone else's. He moved through the slowed time, every step making the enemies feel the approach of death. His shotgun spat fire once again, and every bullet, in the slowed time, pierced through the enemies' bodies, taking away their lives.
In this frozen world of time, Adam Smasher only has endless killing intent and mad excitement in his eyes. He feels a power and freedom like never before, knowing that at this moment, he is the absolute ruler of this world, and no one can stop his steps.
In the expanding moment of time, the world seems to become quiet and frozen. Every movement, every sound becomes particularly clear and unique. In Adam Smasher's hands, every shot of the shotgun becomes a kind of artistic performance. As he continues to pull the trigger, the shotgun shells tumble in the air, and the crisp sound is particularly pleasant in this silent world.
Every moment a shell is ejected, it draws a perfect arc in the air, slowly falling. At the same time, the shotgun's spray also exhibits an unusual beauty in slow motion. Each small pellet draws a unique trajectory in the air as it flies out of the barrel, swiftly piercing through the air and racing towards the target. Each impact presents a tragic beauty in slow motion.
In this bloody and violent battlefield, an unexpected aesthetic is revealed in the expanded time. Adam Smasher becomes like a cold-blooded and ruthless artist in this unique time and space, where every shot and every action takes on a poetic quality. He revels in this art of slaughter, his heart filled with wild excitement and uncontrollable murderous intent.
However, this wild aesthetic meant the end of life for the members of the Maelstrom Gang present. Each small projectile left fatal wounds on their bodies, and each explosion made them feel the coldness of death. In the hands of Adam Smasher, death became so easy, and every life under his murderous intent became so fragile and powerless.
In this particular time and space, the boundaries between life and death, beauty and ugliness, good and evil became blurred. Only Adam Smasher's indifferent and ruthless gaze remained clear, with only a rising intent to kill and a thirst for power in his eyes.
As the time dilation effect disappeared, the speed of the real world returned to normal. In an instant, the heads of the eight gang members were suddenly riddled with terrifying bullet holes from a shotgun, blood and brain matter splattering everywhere as their bodies almost simultaneously collapsed, the light of life extinguished in this horrifying and shocking moment.
Adam Smasher slowly returned to his original position, his face devoid of expression but a hint of a cold smile playing at the corners of his mouth. He leisurely placed the shotgun by his side and began to mock the remaining gang members. His laughter conveyed a deep-seated indifference and cruelty, a contempt for life and a mockery of death.
His movements were slow and powerful as he took out fresh ammunition from his holster and loaded them one by one into the shotgun's magazine. Each action instilled a sense of deadly fear, and his cold smile filled the gang members present with deep despair.
Under this terrifying oppression, the gang members even forgot to resist, their eyes filled with fear and disappointment. Adam Smasher completely ignored their fear, his gaze coldly scanning each person as if choosing the next target.
After he finished loading the ammunition, he raised the shotgun again and slowly aimed at the remaining gang members. His movements were slow and powerful, each one conveying the approach of death. There was no emotion in his eyes, only a cold killing intent and a thirst for power. In his world, these people were nothing but sacrifices on his path to power. His finger slowly pulled the trigger, and a new round of slaughter was about to unfold once again.
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