The two soldiers were splattered with blood plasma all over their faces.
The headless corpse wobbled for a moment, then collapsed with its armor in front of the table.
"Damn it!"
"Shit!"
Their rifles were constantly moving, but they couldn't pinpoint the attacker's location immediately.
"Above us!"
The ceiling, soaked by infiltrated pipe water, was in disarray; several panels had completely fallen off in the darkest spot between two rows of light fixtures.
Suddenly looking up could easily dazzle the eyes.
John descended from the top, holding his revolver.
The sound of gunfire erupted.
Bullets fired by the company dogs shattered the light fixture behind him, the flying sparks and arcs dancing through the damp room.
The light flickered on and off.
Before hitting the ground, John fired only one shot in mid-air, roughly hitting the left soldier's shoulder.
The other gritted his teeth in pain.
The gun barrel tilted, and the remaining bullets hit the wall.
