Ada knew that if the yellow-skinned young man's assault rifle wasn't the civilian version, it could fire automatically in full-auto mode, unleashing a barrage that would definitely turn her into a sieve. Although his shooting posture wasn't standard, his accuracy was frighteningly high at a terrifying one hundred percent, with both bullets hitting their mark.
"I was careless," Ada murmured, crouching and swiftly moving along the office desk. Fortunately, the injury on her leg was only a scrape; otherwise, she wouldn't even struggle to counterattack but would just give up. However, her arm was in bad shape. Depending on her experience, she knew a bullet had lodged in her bone, and the injured muscle made it impossible for her to hold a gun.
Tang Zheng didn't shout out Ada's name to verify. It wasn't time yet. He intentionally kept a stern face and, relying on the large capacity of his hundred-round drum, kept firing non-stop to maintain pressure and prevent Ada from repositioning.
