"Understood!" Zhang Long growled fiercely:
"But before that, I won't spare these bastards. I'll kill as many as I can."
"That's a given. It's the moment for us to fight side by side."
Lin Yi extended his fist, and Zhang Long did the same, bumping fists with him.
On their faces, there was no trace of despair—only the intense glow of two roaring flames.
Bam! Bam! Bam!
At that moment, gunfire erupted!
Crash—
The glass on the windows shattered completely, leaving the room a chaotic mess!
The shelter they were in was enduring a relentless storm of bullets and violence.
No one knew how long this ordeal would last.
Soon, the wooden door was riddled with bullets, gaping holes appearing one after another. Eventually, it was barely recognizable, swinging forlornly on just two hinges.
Through the dust and smoke, rays of sunlight penetrated through the doorway.
Yet this light was no beacon of hope—more like the reach of Death's claw.
