"Enemy detected!"
The moment Chaojun shouted, he pulled the trigger, and the bullets from his Type 56 rifle swiftly swept across.
Gu Ji quickly turned off the flashlight, took a swift step up three stairs to avoid his previous spot, and pressed the light source again.
The strong light flashed briefly, exposing less than a fraction of a second.
But in that brief instant, he spotted a figure falling backward, decisively pulled the trigger, pop pop, hit the chest, and then continued advancing, flicking the flashlight a third time.
In the flash, Pan Xinli confirmed the target had fallen to the ground, "Confirmed dead."
Gu Ji squeezed Chaojun standing on the stair landing once more.
"Prepare to breach."
Chaojun walked softly to the stairway entrance while Gu Ji stood halfway up the stairs, holding the flashlight in one hand, extending three fingers, then two, then one.
