"They're going to throw a grenade in," Blackie reminded.
Chen Zhao immediately said, "Bill, they're going to throw a grenade. Let's hide in the room."
"How do you know?"
"It's obvious. They haven't made a sound for so long. Either they're out of bullets or they're planning to do something else."
Whether Bill believed it or not, Chen Zhao carried Yura and hid inside the room.
Indeed, just as they closed the door, they heard an explosion outside.
Bill stared at Chen Zhao. Who is he?
How is he so sensitive to the situation? Was he also in the military?
The mercenaries entered the living room again. To their disappointment, the few grenades they had thrown were completely wasted, because the three had gone back into the room again.
They had learned from their mistakes. All of them took cover away from the room, in places that could not be shot through the door.
"Any more grenades?"
"I'm out."
"I'm out too."
