Long Yuehong hid in the attached building of the short building and saw the giant Lopez—wrapped in glistening yellow bullets—holding a light machine gun and a group of foreign refugees armed to the teeth. As he provided suppressive fire, he rushed to the main door and felt considerable pressure.
He half-kneeled there with the Death rocket launcher on his shoulder. He took a deep breath and fired a projectile at the group of outsiders according to his team leader's instructions.
His goal wasn't to kill the target group on a large scale. After all, there was no deep grudge between the two parties. His mission was to 'intimidate' them, divide them, and scatter them.
Of course, Jiang Baimian also told Long Yuehong that he should prioritize his own safety in an emergency situation. He didn't have to worry about whether he killed anyone or the number of confirmed kills.
Boom!
Crimson flames surged like blooming flowers.
