Chapter 870

While the Westorian engineers erupted in laughter, Cyrus merely sneered. He suddenly unclenched his fist and waved it toward the Westorian squad by the lakeside. The ten Golden Needles trembled three times and then shot out at an imperceptible speed toward the still-laughing engineers. In less than three seconds, the Golden Needles zoomed back to Cyrus' side. The laughter from 70 or 80 people had suddenly dwindled, leaving only Gaston and his 19 remaining teammates laughing. As they continued laughing, they realized something was wrong. Why had the laughter gotten so quiet? When Gaston turned around, he was shocked to find that all his men behind him had become stiff and collapsed to the ground almost simultaneously. "William, Bruce, what's wrong with you guys?" Gaston quickly checked the pulses of a few of his subordinates, only to find that they were all dead. Cold sweat poured down his back as he turned toward Cyrus. Pointing his submachine gun at Cyrus, he asked, "Did yo