We were already pretty close to the entrance.
At this point, no matter what happened, the attack couldn't stop.
Gao Guang, as the arrow figure, had met with a stronghold, his sharpness gone, so...
John pushed Gao Guang aside with one hand.
"Make way!"
John was rough and swift as he pushed Gao Guang aside and took his place, then shouted loudly, "Go!"
John was uneducated; John was brainless—at least that's what Danny always thought.
But even if John had nothing else, he was a good assaulter; so at the very least, he had experience, and he had courage.
The rifles had all been switched to 6.8 caliber. I didn't know if they could penetrate bulletproof vests, but shooting through facial guards was definitely no problem.
John charged to the doorway with Mike and Francisco covering him; he also wanted to take the lead because his marksmanship wasn't bad.
But why does everyone know that shooting the head is the most effective yet so few do it? Of course, because they can't hit it.
