As the timer counted down, Ling Qingyu's breathing slowed down in anticipation. Her sight remained on the threshold of the entry point. She could even sense her own heartbeat drumming through her temple.
The heightened concentration narrowed her peripheral vision. She punched out her arms and pointed the gun at the entrance, waiting for the slightest movement to squeeze the trigger.
The surrounding sight began to blur and the door slammed open, even shaking Ling Qingyu's body in fright. Despite sudden fear, Ling Qingyu managed to pour all the rounds toward the open doorway, when she saw the black shadow appear on her sight.
Ling Qingyu resisted the recoil on her forearm and opened fire, sticking to the training she honed previously this morning.
Even though she tried to aim, none ever hit the target, particularly in the stressful situation. The shadow managed to retreat to the side under her suppression, waiting for her to stop.
