Gao Yang turned his head away and ran out, Eileen leaned forward but only saw the back of Gao Yang as he turned away.
Eileen stood there, absent-mindedly watching Gao Yang's back, sighed helplessly and then quickly followed him.
Eileen didn't throw away the cheap and rough bear plush in her hand. On the contrary, she held it tightly.
The plush was small, easy to grasp with one hand. Eileen held her little bear tightly in her left hand, while her right hand reached into her pocket to cover the grip of her gun.
The old man reached out and grabbed the neck of the sentry, hooked a leg, and sharply struck the sentry's neck with his right hand, cleanly and precisely knocking him to the ground.
As soon as the sentry fell, a few old men near the apartment entrance rushed in with a whoosh.
