Ignoring the pain, Linfeng channeled his qigong and tensed his muscles to block the flow of blood as much as he could.
His body was full of blood and wounds, but at least the blood flow was slow.
"Shit! Angor, forget the launcher, you will destroy the basement with another shot. Focus your gun on this man!"
Unfortunately, the other man had difficulty swiping the moving Linfeng in this smog.
With focused dark eyes, Linfeng's sharp jaw was clenched tightly while he exerted his strength to sprint forward.
Bang! Bang!
The bullets were almost kissing Linfeng's heels.
The two experts were also using all of their concentration to heighten their senses to follow Linfeng's movement. They remained around the captured spies with vigilance.
But ammunition was consumable. Soon, the two men ran out of ammunition.
Kachak, kachak.
It was the sound of an empty barrel.
"Boss…" one of the two whispered.
