Corpses littered around him, including Eastern people, some of the Brothers, as well as club staff and customers.
The gear the Eastern people had wasn't typical street fare, all uniform Raqi Military Industry's bestselling rifles. The gunshots were steady and powerful, unmistakably high-quality bullets right out of the original factory boxes.
The remaining Brothers in the club were putting up a desperate resistance.
A corpse from the Xiao Ting Gang fell at the stairway entrance. The center of the hall was occupied by the Eastern people, yelling in Japanese. The language plugin caught phrases like "bastard" and "kill these Black G's."
The situation was very clear:
The Eastern people's numbers and firepower were overwhelmingly superior. That bomb just now had almost crippled the entire club.
The Black Gold Gang couldn't escape. They were forced to retreat to higher floors, and it was only a matter of time before they were wiped out.
Then John opened fire.
