"Continue! Come on!"
Luo An stood beside the door, tucked the dagger into his pocket, picked up the gun from the corpse to change the magazine, and shouted sternly, urging the enemy to continue their attack.
Outside the room, nineteen enemies remained, glancing at each other but no one dared to rush into the room first.
The floor at the doorway was already covered in blood, gleaming a chilling crimson under the light, with several bodies lying twisted and motionless on the ground, their eyes wide open staring quietly at the space beyond.
Outside, the nineteen enemies watched this scene, their brows twitching in fear; some even had trembling hands holding their guns, as the door seemed like the entrance to hell—once crossed, there's no return!
Inside the room, beside the door, Luo An's clothes and pants were splattered with the enemies' blood, his feet standing in the pool of it.
