"Brother, help me!" Cheng Ziang, sitting on the ground, weakly pleaded with the guard.
Without any hesitation, the guard turned around to help him pick up the weapon on the ground. Just as Cheng Ziang picked up a long knife which looked unfamiliar to him and was about to ask about it, he suddenly felt a gust of cold wind. His neck had unknowingly been opened with a wide gash.
The guard's eyes widened, clutching his neck as he slowly fell. Cheng Ziang flicked his wrist, seemingly dissatisfied with his recent action.
"Carry on!" Cheng Ziang sheathed the knife and picked up Luo'er's AK rifle from the ground, tossing it over to him. Luo'er caught the rifle, chambered a round, and waved at him. The two dragged the bodies into a corner, then returned to the outskirts of the headquarters.
