Canary Wharf, Warehouse No. 98.
The sudden sound of gunfire erupted, bullets whizzed past Chen Wei's ear, striking the wooden crate behind him, wood chips flying.
"Second floor!" Chen Wei roared, throwing himself towards a nearby pillar while blind-firing two shots in the direction of the stairs.
"Rat-tat-tat!"
Two rifles began to roar from the position at the stairway on the second floor.
An Zai reacted quickly, leaping to the side while grabbing a fallen submachine gun from the ground, spraying bullets towards the iron staircase. The bullets sparked off the iron, forcing the people upstairs to pull their heads back.
Da Pao, on the other hand, grabbed an unconscious guard on the ground to use as a shield, crawling towards the base of the stairs.
At this moment, Eagle, who had entered the warehouse later, also quietly came up, but he did not fire his weapon. Instead, he quickly gestured towards Chen Wei across from him, which Chen Wei understood and nodded.
