Gu Nianzhi hid in the narrow space between the closet and the inner wall. She couldn't lift her head because of the submachine gun.
Rong Mingxing was lying on the ground and did not dare to move. She felt like she was about to faint.
After a while, the sounds of gunshots in front of the house stopped, or perhaps their guns might have been jammed. In short, there was no noise, and their eardrums weren't used to silence.
Gu Nianzhi slowly poked her head out from behind the fallen cabinet, took a quick glance, and then retreated.
The door had a fist-sized round hole in it, but it had still not been pushed open.
That was because the iron rod that Gu Nianzhi inserted into the latch behind the door was too powerful.
The people outside seemed to be confused as to why the beaten-down door had not already collapsed.
But they did not dare to rush in.
The people inside had guns and were also good marksmen.
