"What did you say..."
Cervantes suddenly bit off the soldier's ear, blood splattered everywhere. Ignoring the soldier's painful screams and the astonishment of the soldiers beside him, he grabbed a piece of metal debris from the ground and stabbed it directly through the jaw of the person in front of him, piercing all the way to the skull.
Then, he leapt forward to avoid the line of fire, picked up a gun from the ground, shot the weapon out of the hand of the soldier on the right, and fired two more shots to break the soldier's legs. Raising the gun while the latter wailed bitterly, he aimed at his head.
Cervantes gasped heavily, footsteps sounded from behind, and facing the endless terror in the soldier's gaze, he suddenly turned the gun to his own forehead and pulled the trigger, but only a clicking sound was heard.
"Damn, damn!"
