At this moment, a shiny machete emerged from a pit blown open in the ground, as a desperate man began climbing up using the tables.
"Watch the light source!"
Gu Ji shouted, pulling a tactical flashlight from the side pocket of his backpack, flashing it twice in strong bursts, while simultaneously firing his gun.
The bullet hit the wrist holding the knife, blood splattered, and the desperado fell with a cry.
He quickly left the cover.
The nearby Chaojun and Pan Xinli saw the position illuminated by the light, immediately replacing Gu Ji and firing at the desperados climbing up.
But there were just too many of the attackers.
From the fifth floor to the twentieth, the warlord's men swarmed like a snowball, growing larger and larger, even after losing ten desperados during the first round of combat, there were still thirty to forty of them left.
The entire shelter level was like a chaotic battlefield from ancient times.
Fear, blood, violence spread quickly;
