Lin Yi's body swayed as he moved to the position of the television inside the room.
The three men guarding Dak had just pinpointed Lin Yi's location based on the sound, but now they lost their target again. This was the opportunity Lin Yi had been waiting for.
"He's at the nine o'clock direction!" Dak shouted.
But by then, it was already too late!
Lin Yi fired first!
The three guards each had a bloody hole in their chests. Their life forces drained rapidly, and within seconds, they collapsed, dead.
Bang!
A sudden gunshot rang out—it was Dak who fired!
Fortunately, Lin Yi had anticipated his move and rolled sideways to the window's position.
Still, his arm was grazed, but it was only a superficial wound, not impacting his actions.
In the cramped space, only Lin Yi and Dak were left.
Dak was panting heavily, cold sweat dripping down his face, and his heart pounded like a drum.
