Then he grabbed Liu Weijun and slowly retreated down the stairs.
"Click," Gao Bo chambered the weapon, pressed his body against the wall, angled forty-five degrees upward and outward, and pressed the muzzle against the door lock.
"Inhale, exhale..."
"Bang——!"
With a shot, the bullet shattered the door lock. Gao Bo kicked open a crack in the fire escape door, and Gu Ji swiftly tossed the concussion bomb through the gap and then grabbed the collar of Gao Bo's tactical vest, pulling him back.
Just a second later.
"Da da da da..."
"Bang! Bang!"
An instant barrage of bullets formed a web of firepower, engulfing the area. The Myanmar-made MA-1 MK.1 automatic rifle's 7.62-caliber intermediate power rounds easily pierced through the metal of the safety door, splattering against the railings and walls of the corridor, leaving dent after dent.
What!?
Liu Weijun, Zhou Yang, and Wu Kang all stared wide-eyed in shock, and Gao Bo was even more frightened, his face drained of blood.
