The Five Star General 2

Before Toby could press the trigger, he heard a loud thud behind him. Carlos turned to see an iron platter lodged deeply in the wall. Had the woman thrown it with such force that it penetrated reinforced bricks? In any case, she had missed them both, and now, without the platter, she could be easily shot.

However, Carlos' train of thought was disturbed when Toby let out a scream of anguish and staggered back. The pistol in his hand had been snapped into two, as had three of his fingers. Blood spurted out like hot lava from his wounds.

"You pipsqueaks think you are stronger because you have a gun? Get an assault tank, and then we can talk!"

Toby, Jerry, and Carlos eyed Val in awe. How could a woman possess such inhuman strength? Even after decades of military training, it would be impossible to gain such abilities.

"Who the fuck are you?" Toby asked, frothing with mortal pain. He had wound a cloth on his fingerless stump.